"Are you investigating me?" the foreigner can''t speak Chinese, but English.

    "No... no..." Sister Li understood English, but she spoke Chinese because she was afraid.

    The soul of Dao shook her head, as if she were talking to Sister Li, and seemed to be talking to herself. "Although you are beautiful, I am sorry that I must kill you because my task has not been completed."

    "Don''t... don''t kill me..." Zhang Manli has seen ferocious people, but she is very afraid of this kind of international killer and the murderous spirit on her.

    "Go to hell!" said the soul of the knife. The cold light of the cuff flickered. A flying knife in her hand had appeared. As soon as she put her hand together, she was ready to cut Zhang Manli''s throat.

    Boom

    With a loud noise, the door of the closed bar was kicked off. The door turned its muscles and patted the head of the knife soul.

    If the sword soul insists on cutting Zhang Manli''s neck, his head will be broken. In desperation, he had to step back to block the gate and push it away.

    But when the door opened, a series of legs came.

    As soon as he raised the King Kong arm, the foot kicked hard on his arm bone. It was like being hit by an octagonal hammer with a big head. The King Kong arm broke with a click.

    This is a series of feet. After one foot kicked off one arm of the soul, the remaining feet kicked on the soul''s chest.

    The soul of the knife vomited blood wildly and flew back. He knocked over several tables and didn''t stand firm. He bore unimaginable weight for this meal.

    As the smoke dispersed, Zhang Manli stared at the man who came in from the door.

    The bar is very dark. The door is the only place with sunshine. The man who came in now turned his back to the sun, as if there was a boundless light behind him. The appearance of the Savior was often accompanied by such a halo.

    "Sister Li, are you all right?" Xiao Yan stepped forward and pulled Zhang Manli up. Seeing Zhang Manli staring at herself motionless, she sighed, "such a good girl, she was scared silly."

    "Ah..." suddenly, Zhang Manli screamed, rushed into Xiao Yan''s arms and hung tightly on him.

    Xiao Yan had no time to feel the bump in her arms because the soul of the knife in the corner stood up again.

    S-class killers are not so weak. Their bodies have been specially strengthened, but their pain nerves have long been removed.

    So even if they are hit hard, even if they are about to die, the pain they feel will never tear their hearts and lungs. Bearing part of the pain is also a course of their training.

    Xiao Yan pushed Zhang Manli away and walked towards the soul of the knife.

    "Except for the one eyed eagle, you are the strongest opponent I''ve ever met. Come on, I''ll make it easy for you to die." the sword soul licked his lips and rushed towards Xiao Yan like lightning.

    Xiao Yan sneered. He easily sidestepped away from a flying knife from his sneak attack. Then he took the first half step and threw his fist out.

    The soul of the knife resisted by the unbroken hand, but it was also a bone crack. The whole man flew back, smashed the bar and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

    He has been stabbed several times by Miao Wanqing and bitten by Xiaobai. Although he is still strong, he has been dragged down a lot.

    Xiao Yan has been saving his energy these days, and he has done it with hatred. He didn''t blow him to death. He has been merciful.

    "How... How could it be?" the blade soul could hardly believe Xiao Yan''s thunderous power.

    "Do you know why the one eyed eagle is one eyed?" Xiao Yan''s sneer made the bottom of the soul of the sword tremble.

    Xiao Yan didn''t go on, but picked up a flying knife from the ground, casually took a knife flower in his hand, and then turned his hand and threw it out.

    The flying knife was like a bird with a broken wing. It whirled in the air and made a whine.

    In a very strange way, he got into the eyes of the beautiful photos pasted on the wall. The bar is decorated with many sexy and enchanting beauties, and some are personal portraits of resident singers.

    But this is not the point. The point is that the angle of the throwing knife is drilled in. This move is called spiral knife. To throw this kind of knife, the requirement of strength is very clever. You can only have this skill if you practice throwing knives to a successful level.

    The soul of the knife was silly. He stared at the knife and completely forgot to escape and resist. He just murmured, "it''s impossible. The person who hurt the eagle has long died. You can''t be him."

    Xiao Yan lifted up his clothes and revealed the terrible scar, although he had recovered a lot because of his special physical quality. But the terrible wound at that time can still be seen now.

    "It''s really you. Aren''t you dead? Why are you still alive?" the blade soul retreated quickly like a ghost and knocked over a lot of things behind him.

    Xiao Yan put on his shirt with a sneer and said, "at that time, you should not be qualified to be an S-class killer, and it is naturally impossible to access the core information. That history must be sealed, because it is the highest shame for BL blood lotus."

    "God of fire Hephaestus, although I was later promoted to S-class killer, I know that history because my master is a one eyed eagle. However, I''d rather I didn''t know it myself." when the blade soul spoke, he was very desperate. After that, he limped to the ground and looked at Xiao Yan in amazement.

    God of fire is Xiao Yan''s favorite nickname, because in the myth of Olympus, Hephaestus finally married Aphrodite, the most beautiful God of love among the gods, that is, Venus. Of course, more importantly, the nickname was imposed on him by Europeans rather than his own requirements.

    "Now that you know all about it, give me the antidote." Xiao Yan stretched out his hand towards the soul of the sword and asked him directly.

    "Don''t torture me, give me a happy." this is the only request of the blade soul.

    "Do you have any choice?" Xiao Yan sneered.

    The soul hesitated, took out the antidote, gave it to Xiao Yan, and said the usage and dosage. Xiao Yan threw her hand over to Zhang Manli and shouted, "take it to the hospital."

    "OK!" Zhang Manli didn''t want to be here for a long time. She picked up the antidote and ran outside.

    Xiao Yan shook his head to the soul of the knife, and then came out with the soul of the knife. The soul of the sword followed behind Xiao Yan. He didn''t even want to escape. He limped silently.