Chapter 51: The Eccentric Man (2)

  Cheng seemed to sense Xiaotong's fear, and he pulled her hand, pinching it hard in his palm. He glared at the man in front of him, his body slightly arched, and growled in a low voice: "You dare to insult her, I'll make you die ugly!"

  "Ah!" The dark-skinned man sneered at Cheng, weighing the knife in his hand, saying: "You little brat, are you trying to live a long life?"

  Cheng stopped talking and forcibly pulled Xia Tong behind him.

  A warmth in her heart, this child wants to protect her! Xia Tong stretched out his hand and pulled the thin figure of Cheng in front of him: "You're just a kid, why aren't you going home? What are you doing messing around here..."

  "Be quiet!" He flung off her hand and again used force to push her behind him. Because he used too much strength, Xia Tong lost her balance and immediately bumped into the black-clothed person standing behind them!

  He grasped his clothes tightly to steady himself, and when he looked up, he met a pair of icy eyes. Xia Tong couldn't help but shiver - was this person a block of ice? He awkwardly smiled at him: "Sorry!"

  He didn't answer, just looked at her, his eyes without a hint of emotion!

  "Don't worry! My brother and I will protect you!" Xia Tong didn't know what to say anymore!

  No response, still expressionless, as if those words were spoken to the air!

  How embarrassing! Xia Tong turned around.

  Mu Beichuan stared at the man in front of him like a fighting cock, afraid that he would suddenly attack!

  A flash of cold light, Xia Tong was startled, turned back to look, but it was the black-clothed man who expressionlessly drew his sword and silently stabbed at the people surrounding him!

  The people surrounding them immediately fell into chaos! Everyone's attention was drawn to the sword light that wandered through the crowd like a ghost, and anyone who wasn't careful would be pierced by it; with one cry of pain, Xiaotong clearly saw someone fall to the ground.

  The sky was filled with bright red blood beads, like blooming flowers. The black figure darted through the crowd like a ghost, and wherever he passed, people immediately fell to the ground!

  This is not a massacre, but rather a funeral dance! Life at this moment is so fragile, yet it ends in the most magnificent way!

  Mu Beichuan stood beside Xia Tong, staring at everything in a daze!

  In an instant, everything around him returned to calmness! Those arrogant people who had just been making a ruckus had lost their voices and were lying at his feet in various postures.

  A place filled with corpses, the black-clad man stood among them with his back to Xiaotong, gently wiping the blood from the sword blade with a white handkerchief.

  In an instant, he raised the wiped sword to his eyes, took a glance, and then "ding" into the scabbard! He walked away with a raise of his feet, as if all this had nothing to do with him from the very beginning.

  Xia Tong's back was chilled by the sight! What a terrifying man, simply a killing machine!

  "Let's go! Looking at the blood-soaked ground, Xia Tong felt like vomiting. Afraid, she pulled on Mu Beichuan's hand, wanting to leave this hellish place as soon as possible!"

  Suddenly, the man stopped in his tracks.

  No way! He wouldn't want to kill them too, would he?

  Xiatong pulled Mutobei, and her raised foot suddenly stopped in mid-air, holding her breath, not daring to fall!

  He slightly tilted his head, his wooden face still expressionless, glanced at them, and then walked away without looking back.

  Xiatong finally let out a breath! Just now, she felt her breathing was about to stop!