I'm being watched by a sword

Chapter 205 What is the use of slag that is less than X level?

The sun is getting tight.

A small hill somewhere in Dongyuan.

The curator walked slowly up the hill with a stick in his hand.

The hot wind in the wilderness whirled, rolled up a lot of dust, and slapped Langley's handsome face on the hill, crackling, as if deliberately humiliating him.

Langley, who was kneeling on the knees, was about to go crazy, thinking: "If you know, don't call him 'Chang Douzi', who knows that he is a lunatic, is he really going to kill me? Are you not afraid that the leader will trouble him? This old man Are you crazy?..."

There are many question marks in Langley's heart now, doubts are like waves on a lake, wave after wave, it seems that there is no intention to stop——

He is afraid!

He was so arrogant and rude, he was really scared.

The shame of facing shame and the fear of death are all sharp knives in his heart, making him not know how to deal with himself.

Of course, he couldn't move, and he couldn't deal with himself.

After some time, the curator finally came to Langley's side.

The curator raised the short stick, smiled, and slowly poked it on Langley's forehead.

A red mark immediately appeared on the forehead, and the red mark continued to expand, slowly expanding to the entire forehead, the entire face, the entire head,...

Just when it was about to go down the neck again, a clear voice sounded: "Brother Chang, don't come here without any harm!"

The curator glanced at the source of the voice, still smiling, and lifted the short stick on Langley's forehead.

Afterwards, he took a short stick and patted Langley's face lightly, and directly patted him into a small gutter under the hill to drink gutter water.

After three breaths, a figure came through the air, the speed was so fast that even the afterimage was invisible.

After the figure came, it landed on another small hill in an instant, just at the same level as the curator's line of sight, but he didn't even look at Langley in the gutter, just looked at the curator with a smile.

After a long time, he said slowly: "I haven't seen you for so many years, brother Chang has become more energetic."

The curator raised his stick, pointed at the person coming, and said, "Ace, let's fight."

The person here is the founder of the circus, the supreme ruler, the ultimate leader and spiritual leader of all circus members-Ace.

Ace has a handsome appearance, a handsome appearance, and a kind and clear tone: "Brother Chang, you and I are both over 300 years old, and it's a bit childish to fight."

The director of the museum shook his head, sneered and said, "It's been so many years, are you tired of pretending? Back then, you chased that guy Shen Zhengjing to fight, but now you say you don't want to fight, who are you lying to?"

After pondering for a while, he continued: "Are you planning to fight Shen Zhengjing again? If you say yes, I won't fight with you. If you say no, then you still have to make gestures with me!"

With a clear voice, Ace said with a smile: "200 years ago, I was already level XXII, and now I am at the peak of level XXIII. You can't beat me. I'm serious."

The curator held a short stick, pointed at Ace, and said with a smile: "Although you beat Shen Zhengjing, he didn't suffer. You just earned a reputation, but in fact, you were injured more seriously."

With a sneer, he went on to say, "That guy Shen Zhengjing has been wandering outside for a long time, but you, you have been nested in the lair for 200 years, and you still dare not come out. I am afraid that the injury is too serious and you have not recovered yet."

As he said that, the curator showed an evil smile, and said: "That guy Shen Zhengjing's special talent is very interesting. You have eaten so many notes, and it is impossible to eliminate them so easily."

Ace didn't care about the rumors in the accident world, let alone what the curator said provocatively, thinking: "I thought the curator wanted to meet me because he wanted to have a fight with me."

Glancing at the curator playfully, Ace said in his heart: "Now that I'm teasing, I know that fighting is impossible. There's so much nonsense in fighting, just do it! Could it be that something really happened? "

Thinking in his heart, he suddenly thought of his subordinates in the stinky ditch, and then glanced at Langley who was lying in the stinky ditch lifeless.

After a moment of silence, Ace asked, "Brother Chang, what do you want to do with me?"

Chang Douzi, the curator of the museum, put away his short stick and said with a smile, "Those ten or so people are making gods, have you heard?"

Such a big and gimmicky thing is a secret to ordinary people.But as the leader of the circus, how could Ace not know.

He nodded and expressed his thoughts: "I heard. However, they can't succeed. Even if they put themselves on it, they may not be able to do it."

In recent years, Chang Douzi has been walking around a lot, and he has learned more about things, such as some unknown secret conspiracies.

The smile was still as light as a spring breeze, he said: "What if they were just instigated by others and kept in the dark?"

Ace didn't fully believe what he said, and asked, "Is that true? Who is behind the instigation?"

"Your brother! Your dear brother!" Chang Douzi was as happy as a child at this moment, and the smile on his face was as warm as the sun.

Ace frowned, and said, "Alan? Impossible, he is dead. I killed it myself, can there be a fake?"

Chang Douzi smiled "hehe" and said, "You killed it yourself, of course it's true."

As he said that, he walked down the hill, and continued: "However, considering your brother's so many weird tricks, it's not impossible to make a dummy to deceive you!"

Even though it was going downhill, he didn't stop, and continued: "Besides, you were still wounded back then, and your brother was in his prime. Do you really think that your brother can't beat you?"

Chang Douzi laughed a little disgustedly, and said: "You know, that guy Shen Zhengjing said that he is equal to you, but he can't make ten moves under Allen's hands. I'm afraid he's bragging, he probably can't even make one move .”

When he reached the foot of the hill, he barely finished his words: "Think about it, for so many years, I always feel that your brother is still vaguely still? Don't you have this feeling?"

Ace naturally didn't feel that way, because he ended the man's life with his own hands, and the man's body was still frozen in the ice cave, without any abnormality.

Ace shook his head and said, "Alan is really dead. The body is still in the ice cave. How could it be fake? But it is rumored that his successor has appeared."

Chang Douzi didn't want to get entangled in the issue of Alan's death, so he followed Ace's words and said, "You mean the kid that Duoshuiliu likes?"

Ace nodded, "Yeah."

He was really afraid that Chang Douzi would be endlessly entangled in that person's life and death, after all he was the one who killed his own brother.

Chang Douzi shook his head, with a look of disdain, and said, "Let's forget about him, what's the use of a scum that hasn't reached the X level?"

Suddenly, he thought of something, and asked, "Oh, by the way, what the hell were your brother and Ou Guangyuan doing back then to make you go after him?"

Only the person involved knew what happened back then, and Shen Zhengjing might know something, but he was too strict to say a word of the year.

Chang Douzi thought that he had met the person involved, so asking would satisfy his desire to gossip!

(End of this chapter)