don't touch my ears sir

When the accident happened, Tang Ke's mind was still numb.

When Shang Yi took him to his room at a speed invisible to the naked eye, his language ability had not yet recovered.

A layer of pale golden mysterious light floated around Tang Ke, and that layer of light pushed back the darkness for him, and it didn't look too glaring in the extremely dark world.

"Shang, Mr. Shang..." Tang Ke squatted in the corner, looked up at Shang Yi, and stumbled.

He remembered the earth-shattering loud noise that exploded in his ear just now, it was deafening.

Accompanied by the loud noise, there was a murderous blade that even he could see, heading straight for Shang Yi's temple!

That sharp blade, which seemed to be formed of white light, barely brushed the silver hair on the back of Shang Yi's head, bringing up a gust of killing intent.

With a wave of Shang Yi's long hand, he directly grabbed Tang Ke's arm and brought him around. The two of them moved forward for a certain distance in an instant. From the beginning to the end, their hair only moved slightly a few times.

After realizing that it was safe for the time being, Shang Yi rolled his eyes, his light-colored eyes gleaming with a compelling coldness in the light from downstairs.

After falling into the air, the "sharp blade" disappeared, and the stairs were silent, as if nothing had happened just now.

Shang Yi turned his head to look at the place where the "Assault Blade" suddenly appeared just now: "Who is here?"

When the power went out, he noticed something strange around Tang Ke's small villa, and he guessed in his heart, thinking that it was time for the person behind the scenes to appear.

He had been waiting for this day for quite a long time, so it was not surprising.It's just that the timid attitude on the other side makes him very uncomfortable.

At the same time, Shang Yi was still a little surprised.

Unknowingly, his demon power recovered a bit.

With this temporarily reassuring thought, Shang Yi felt extremely vigilant and heavy at this time.

This sharp blade came to directly take his life.Moreover, this thing is formed by phantom power.

But in today's world, there shouldn't be such a strong person.

So Shang Yi immediately took Tang Ke back to his room and "locked" him in a corner.

The pale golden mysterious light enveloped Tang Ke's whole body, and ordinary people couldn't help it.

"Mr. Shang," Tang Ke finished speaking in a stumble, "Then...what is that? What...is it here?"

Shang Yi said casually, "I don't know. Nobody."

After finishing the seal, Shang Yi was silent for a moment, and said in a very consoling way: "It's nothing, this person's purpose is to find me, and I will definitely not involve you in it, don't be afraid."

"Although I can't beat him, as long as you don't make a sound, this seal will prevent him from finding you."

After saying that, before Tang Ke could say a word, Shang Yi disappeared.

Tang Ke didn't even see how he disappeared!

After realizing that the person had really left, his head buzzed and he was frightened to death.

"What do you mean you can't beat him?"

Tang Ke's eyes widened in horror, and she was about to cry.

In 100 years of life, in the harmonious modern socialism, he has never encountered such a situation.

The power of that sharp blade just now──If there is no Shang Yi at home today, he will definitely die completely!

Such a blatant killing, Tang Ke had never met before, Shang Yi had disappeared, and he was really scared in his heart, imagining who exactly wanted to kill Shang Yi.

And the most important thing is that Shang Yi said he couldn't beat it!

But he is a waste who can't even transform into his original form, so what can he do to help?The more Tang Ke thought about it, the more frightened she became, the corners of her eyes finally couldn't help but a tinge of red appeared.

Shang Yi also knew that the person in the room was a little demon who couldn't even change his original form.

Therefore, when he chased him out, he was still thinking in his heart, "I don't know if that child will cry in fright."

But the scene in front of him didn't allow him to think too much.

Compared with before, the sharp blade pierced the sky and covered the ground towards him, Shang Yi looked cold, thinking of what kind of place this is, it really made some people take pictures of someone who could fly, this place must be blown up No.

He quickly searched for an uninhabited open place.But after hiding and teleporting for a long time, I couldn't find it within a short distance.

The people here seem to be displeased with the empty land. A tall building rises in the east and a mansion in the west, which is bound to fill up the small space.

Shang Yixin cursed secretly: "There's nothing wrong with it. If you can't eat it, you still hold on. I really don't think it's too crowded."

In the end, he had to settle for the next best thing. He saw that there were quite a lot of trees on both sides of the highway, so he went there.

Yu Xiao was already holding it in his hand at some point, and it was glowing with silver light at this moment.

The wind seems to be a bit stronger tonight, and the half-length silver hair was not tied up because it was supposed to rest and sleep, and it was flying messily in the wind at this time.

Covering half of Shang Yi's increasingly cold expression.

"Peng---"

The jade flute collided with the sharp blade, and melted together equally, and a huge sound exploded on the ground.

The invisible beast on the other side looks like a cold-blooded and ruthless person, and like Shang Yi who just arrived, he doesn't understand anything. In short, he doesn't care if this place is socialism or not.

The offensive of killing people and taking their heads will only increase!

Seeing that there was enough room to practice, Shang Yi stopped, holding the flute in one hand, and calmly put the other behind his back, his tall and straight figure seemed unshakable.

"Since your Excellency wants to take my life so much, you don't dare to show me your true face at this time," he said with a smile, "Is it too timid?"

The sharp blade stopped, and in the direction of Shang Yi's eyes, there was an invisible black group standing three feet away.

It seems that they are sizing each other up with Shang Yi.

He seemed to be a dead person, Shang Yi felt it carefully, but didn't feel any signs of his breathing or being alive.

"Heh," Shang Yi sneered again, very disdainful: "You don't even dare to send a body over here, and you want to kill me with a pile of unfounded black mist?"

The black mist seemed to be able to absorb all the darkness under the sky, and thick black floated all over the body.

Very disgusting.

But he said: "Shang Yi, your monster power should only be [-]%?"

It’s okay to look like a lifeless person, but also like a tongueless person.

It was a male voice, but the timbre was terrible, and the pronunciation was still vague. I don't know if it was intentional or it was like this.

Shang Yi frowned, not because he knew himself, but because his voice was hard to hear.

"Other people are passable, or they can listen to what they say. How come you have no face, no voice, and no ears to hear."

He asked sincerely, "Doesn't your mother dislike you?"

Black Mist: "..."

He didn't seem to understand what Shang Yi said later, what "your mother" was called, and he tilted his head in confusion.

"I don't know what you mean?" Shang Yi turned the flute in his hand, and said, "You don't even know what the world is like now, and you still want to kill me?"

"Why don't you be stupid to death."

Black Mist: "..."

He seemed to want to remind something: "Shang Yi..."

"Whether Shang has [-]% demon power, you will know if you try it?" Shang Yi didn't want him to talk, it was too ugly: "Try if I can break up your black mist within a few moves?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, as if provocative.

In fact, Shangyi is just gambling.

Although he hasn't really had a fight with this idiot, but judging from the sharp blade condensed by the opponent's phantom power and his determination to kill him, the opponent is very strong.

Shang Yi has no idea.Although he didn't know when the demon power recovered a little bit, but when he first received the black mist blade, he knew that his demon power was less than [-]% at this time.

And he has a feeling that the opponent's strength is only at most half.

Shang Yi is now betting, and the other party is just like him.

Strength is also limited.

Shang Yidao: "I don't know what kind of deep hatred between Shang and Your Excellency, so that Your Excellency can come to find out my truth when your strength is mostly limited."

After the words fell, Hei Wu's figure subconsciously stepped back a little, imperceptibly confirming what Shang Yi said.

He is extremely greedy for life and afraid of death.

Shang Yi sneered silently.

He took another step forward: "I think you are not very familiar with this place, let Shang Mou guess, is it possible... you and I are from the same place?"

Heiwu replied, "Why do you ask that?"

Shang Yi had no expression on his face: "You talk like an old antique, otherwise you call Dad, listen, I see if you can."

Black Mist: "..."

After confirming a certain idea, Shang Yi's face was almost freezing cold.

He used interrogative sentences to say the statement: "I came to this overcrowded and broken place, it can't be thanks to you."

Hei Wu was silent for a moment, not wanting to hide it.

"Not quite," he said.

Not all means that I have a part in this matter, but it is not all planned by me. There are other reasons for you to come here, but I am the mastermind.

Mr. Shang Yishang, who hadn't recovered [-]% of his monster power, was aroused with calm but unnegligible anger when the words "Black Mist" just fell, and blood seemed to creep up in his light-colored eyes.

The dim light of the rising hairy moon sprinkled down from the not-so-thick leaves, and cast it on the bridge of the person's nose, dividing Shang Yi's expression into two parts, the unfathomable and the murderous.

Shang Yi grasped his natal spiritual weapon tightly, and said word by word: "When I sent people to go to the [-]th floor of hell, you were not born yet."

"No matter what grievances and hatred I had with you before, whether right or wrong. How dare you plot against me, do you think you can still live?"

He grasped the jade flute as if it were a sharp sword, and Mao Yueyue cast a cold light on it at the right time, making him feel cold.

Just when Shang Yi wanted to kill him with one blow.

"Om - oom -"

"The moon—on! Up! The wind—dry! It's—sad!" In the earth-shattering singing, Shang Yi's expressionless face turned into numbness.

He forgot, the phone will ring.

The "hot blood" just now was extinguished in half.

As soon as he lowered his head, Shang Yi found that his home pajamas fit him very well, it was too unsuitable for Shang Yi, half of the remaining coldness disappeared in an instant.

He took out his mobile phone from his pajamas pocket, and the words "Tang Xiaoyao" were shining brightly on the screen, which was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

Shang Yi pressed the answer button, and this was his first time "going out alone" and also the first time he answered the phone.

Imitating Tang Ke's way of answering the phone in his head, putting the phone to his ear, Shang Yi's voice was no longer cold: "Xiao Yao?"

"Mr. Shang!" Tang Ke's still panicked voice suddenly came through a small box: "Murder is against the law! Murder is against the law!"

Shang Yi: "..."

This sentence of "breaking the law" made Shang Yi's last bit of murderous intent completely burp.

He was speechless.

As soon as he looked up, the black mist disappeared, and there were no farts left.

Shang Yi: "..."

Shang Yi was speechless, but his tone was much lighter, coaxing: "Didn't I say that I can't beat him, who should I kill?"

He thought Tang Ke would breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this, but he didn't expect the other party to say in a more panicked voice: "I know Mr. Shang can't beat him, I just want you to tell him that killing people here is against the law! Let him not mess around !"

Shang Yi: "..."

Shang Yi: "?"

Shang Yi: "..."

It sounds like it should be a word of concern, but Shang Yi really wants to get angry again.

He hung up the phone in a tantrum, stepped on pink slippers, and wore gray pajamas with pink Peggy, and walked home depressed with his hands in his pockets, so annoyed that he couldn't remember teleporting.