The eyelids under the Lin Feng mask are very calm. Like the gaze of the tyrant, it is indifferent and has no fluctuations.

The corner of the mouth moved, Lin Feng said: "Do you want to go?"

The tyrant's pair of cold and fierce like a knife brow slightly moved, the brand of the brand on the face made him look very cold.

The tyrant does not speak, but his silence is a statement in itself. Of course he wants to go, who wants to be a slave to others.

"Your slavery is not what I have engraved. I will never treat people as slaves." Lin Feng looked at the silent knife and said slowly: "If you want to leave, you can turn and leave now, I will never Strong, not even blocked, if you want to follow me, nod and follow me later."

Lin Feng’s words made Yi Xue’s gaze beside him, and looked at Lin Feng with amazement. He was willing to let go of the knife. He spent more than 5,000 yuan in the stone to shoot the knife. Stone, definitely a large number, is enough to buy a lot of powerful slave martial arts.

The gaze of the knives was also slightly shaken, and the deep eyes were staring at Lin Feng, revealing a slightly thoughtful look.

"I only give you a chance to choose, or leave now, or follow me and never betray."

Lin Feng once again said, once, he only gave the knife, the only chance to choose.

The decision of the tyrant at the moment is related to his destiny.

Overbearing gaze gradually became sharp and domineering. For example, a knife of mad tyrants, gazing at Lin Feng tightly, through the mask of silver color, Lin Feng’s eyes are still so indifferent, or confident and frivolous.

He can throw away the five thousand yuan stone, let the knife go, but if he chooses to follow him, there is no power to repent.

Many times in life, choose to decide the fate. If Lin Feng does not auction the tyrants, the tyrants may still be slaves in the future. He will let the tyrants choose, and they will do everything right. You can go, go, and have nothing to do with me. You can also Stay, but if you choose to stay, you will not betray. Lin Feng can't afford such a big price, and he still has the power to repeatedly and repeatedly. He is not a saint.

Lin Feng and the gaze's gaze, once again meet and collide in the air, the two, the same sharp, the same hegemony, the surrounding space, there is a cold chilling gas, let Yi Xue feel the body a cold, the heart Quivered.

It’s so cold, not only the coldness of the body, but also the coldness of the bone marrow and the soul.

"I follow you." Silence for a moment, the sharp intentions in the gaze of the knives dissipated, the voice was low, and nodded slightly to Lin Feng.

"Good." Lin Feng showed a smile in his eyes. The slave Wushu, who came from the auction of five thousand yuan stone, would not be distressed if he let the knife go. He would like to follow him, naturally best.

"Remember, I gave you the opportunity to choose, you can leave, but you did not, but chose to follow me. If so, if you betray me in the future, I will make you worse than now."

Lin Feng said indifferently, and the space was full of chills.

The tyrant nodded silently, and he understood what Lin Feng wanted him to choose.

Today, without Lin Feng, he will be photographed by others. Other people, since they dare to ask him, naturally have the ability to subdue him. He will be a slave. However, Lin Feng photographed him and even wanted to let him go. From this point of view, Lin Feng will not see him as a slave. On a certain level, Lin Feng has a good grace for him.

In addition, he is a slave, but his face is branded with slavery. If he chooses to leave Lin Feng, he is still a slave. Maybe someone will take him again. As a slave martial arts, he can't get rid of fate. Of course, there are also Maybe, he has been free from now on, but he can't be seen in the true face.

Therefore, Lin Feng asked him to choose, to choose to abandon his own people, to take a risk, or to follow Lin Feng, a person who does not treat him as a slave.

He ruled the knife and chose the latter. Since he chose, he would not regret or betray. This is his own choice. Lin Feng did not force him.

"Let's go." Lin Feng lifted his footsteps and took out, Yi Xue and the tyrant, all following Lin Feng.

At this point, the footsteps of the tyrants inadvertently accelerated, not far behind Lin Feng, said: "Someone followed us."

"I know." Lin Feng did not return, a faint sigh, let the flash of a knife in the eye.

Yi Xue is a tight heart, can not help but look back.

I saw a hundred meters behind them, and there was a figure to follow them, unscrupulous, and did not use the meaning of dodge, the other party did not care.

"It's him." Yi Xue's beauty condensed, followed by the people behind them, the man in the gray robe beside Meng Cong.

"Don't care." Lin Feng said a faint voice, Yi Xue turned around, but could not keep Lin Feng's indifferent, the other party dare to follow, must hold.

"His strength is sevenfold in the spirit, the atmosphere is long, the blood is strong, there is still a suffocating body, it is a person who often kills, it is difficult to deal with, I can only deal with it, and I will lose it for a long time." Actually, the strength characteristics of the other party were so clear, so that Lin Feng’s eyes were slightly condensed, and there were some surprises in his eyes.

"Then you know what strength I have?" Lin Feng asked.

"The five spirits of the spirit are not only breathable, but the blood is extremely strong, and the spirit, the spirit, and the gods are in harmony. If I have not guessed wrong, you will fully understand the trend of the sword, the ordinary spirit of the six people. It’s not your opponent. Even me, I don’t have the absolute grasp to win you.”

The knife slammed calmly, letting Lin Feng's pupils condense slightly. It seems that the knives know that the strength of the gray robes is not occasional, but it can really speculate on the strength of the people, and it is very accurate.

Yi Xue looked at Lin Feng with a strange look. He was able to take advantage of the five strengths of the spirit of Wu Jingjing, and he always had a sense of self-confidence and frivolity.

"Listen to me."

Lin Feng didn't say much, just said a simple sentence, then stepped up and stepped forward.

Behind Lin Feng’s three men, the gray robe man’s eyes were slightly condensed, and then he smiled coldly. He said in a dark voice: “Since all have been caught up, I still want to escape!”

A six-strong slave Wushuo knives in Lingwujing, and Lin Feng, who has a million yuan stone in his body, is not too attractive.

The toes are lightly on the ground, and the figure of the gray robe man becomes extraordinarily light, like a breeze, floating on the boulevard, constantly drawing closer to Lin Feng and others.

However, at this time, Lin Feng and others turned their bodies and entered a nearby restaurant.

The gray robe man browed and picked it up, then strode out, looked at the inside of the restaurant, and then stepped into it, without Lin Feng and others.

"The second floor!"

The gray robe man looked up and looked in the direction of the stairs. He saw a young man who was handsome and handsome, slowly coming down the stairs, his eyes with a soft smile.

"Get out."

The gray robe man stepped across the stairs and ran towards the stairs, passing by the Qingxiu youth.

When the gray robe man was about to go upstairs, a figure stood on the second floor of the stairs and blocked the way. This person holds a long knife and reveals an unparalleled hegemony. Blooming in the air, letting everyone's pupils shrink.

"It’s a strong knife, not right, it’s a knife!"

The gray robe man looks at the tyrant, the indifferent way: "Hey knife, follow Meng Shao, Meng Shao will be kind to you, why bother to find a way to die."

If the knives did not pay attention to the man in the gray robe, the long knife in his hand slowly lifted up, and the momentum of a slashing knife spurted out, and the space trembled.

"cut!"

The knives leaped into the air, and the long knife crossed a white light. The space seemed to be split, and a knife mark appeared.

The rumbling sound of the rumble came out, and the ladder collapsed and shattered under the strong knife. The man in the gray robe was cold and drank to death.

Said, the gray robe man's palms trembled, the palm of the hand spurted out, greeted the knives, and his body, in the momentum of the knife and the counter-shock of his own power, drastically landed from the air.

The man in the gray robe trembled and prepared to attack with volley. However, at this moment, a strong sense of crisis came from behind him.

The heart suddenly trembled, and the gray robe man suddenly felt a feeling. Just now, he ignored the deadly thing.

The eyelids turned and looked at the ground. Immediately, he saw the young man who was just handsome and handsome, and the young man he ignored. But at this moment, the pupil of this young man is ruthless and cold, full of endless murder!

His heart was twitching again!

Ps: On the last day of the month, flowers are not used as waste, haha!