Chapter 850 My Father Is a Half-Saint
Zheng Jian panicked... subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his body's sense of vibration became stronger and stronger.
No one can face death lightly.
Not to mention a dude like Zheng Jian...
Don't look at pretending to be a person on weekdays, in fact, if you are really going to be violently attacked, in fact, you are completely a coward.
It's quite appropriate to be cowardly at the moment.
"Tsk... Didn't Master Zheng want to touch porcelain just now?"
"By the way, it seems that the brain is hurt too? It's not very useful?"
"Tell me, it's not good to learn anything, you have to learn to touch porcelain... and it's still so low..."
"At the very least, you should be more professional... Like this, get some real blood..."
As Qi Tian spoke, he directly held the long sword and stabbed the entire chest with a sword.
Just now, this guy is the blood bag that burst here and released the blood of the black dog.
"what……"
"Ah ah ah... Qi Tian! You are crazy! You dare... you dare to stab me! I... I want to kill you! Kill you!"
Zheng Jian was covered in cold sweat on his forehead.
"Tsk... I'm teaching you the correct way to touch porcelain!"
"When touching porcelain, you must be professional and professional!"
"It's too embarrassing to look unprofessional like you!"
"Listening to your tone, it seems that you are in good spirits? Then another sword!"
stab...
The long sword pierced directly into Zheng Jian's left leg, cutting off the leg bone along the way.
The roar of the Hessians came again...
"Ouch..."
"Ah ah ah..."
"Don't...don't..."
"Let me go! Qitian! My father is a half-sage! You...you dare to treat me like this, you won't live long! All of you have to die! If you have one, you all have to die..."
Zheng Jian's scalp was numb from the pain, but his mouth was still very stubborn.
A sneer appeared on Qi Tian's face.
Are you still looking for death?
It's just that Qi Tian doesn't have much patience at the moment...
Immediately, Qi Tian put the long sword directly on Zheng Jian's neck...
The icy touch of the blade made Zheng Jian scared to be clever...
Immediately, there was cold sweat on his forehead...
"You...what do you want to..."
"I...I advise you not to be impulsive!"
"You dare to kill me, you can't live!"
Zheng Jian gritted his teeth, his two legs were already trembling.
The sword in Qi Tian's hand slowly began to penetrate deep... A strand of fresh blood slowly flowed out, running down Zheng Jian's neck to his chest and even his legs and soles.
The warm blood mixed with the cold sweat on his body had an indescribable stickiness.
goodong...
Zheng Jian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his body completely softened...
"Don't kill me... please! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I don't dare anymore! Just treat me like a fart... let me go as a fart!"
Zheng Jian's head kowtowed to the ground like pounding garlic.
Qi Tian's sword was placed on Zheng Jian's neck like this...
"So, have you learned the correct way to touch porcelain?"
Qi Tian spoke out indifferently, with a hint of mockery.
"Learn... learned... ah... no... no... no, I don't dare any more..."
At this moment, Zheng Jian was sweating like rain, his clothes were completely soaked, and there was a pool of dark yellow liquid on the ground, and the air could not help but be mixed with a stench.
Qi Tian frowned and kicked Zheng Jian to the ground.
What... so unscared?
Where did this go? just pee?
Can it be any more disgusting? Qi Tian was speechless.