After speaking, Jiang Cheng took the initiative to walk towards the Shimen. He just took two steps before turning his head, staring at Chenran, and said, "Brother Chen, why don't we go and take a look together?"
Chenran licked his lips and replied with a smile: "If Brother Hao is willing to take his hands out of his pocket, I wouldn't mind letting you take a look."
Jiang Cheng thought for a while, chirped, and reluctantly agreed, "That's it."
He slowly took his hand out of his pocket, and there was a wooden dagger pressed under his well-proportioned forearm.
Chenran couldn't help but laugh.
So is Jiangcheng.
Two very good-looking young men looked at each other and smiled in a room illuminated only by a flame in the middle.
The firelight reflected the two figures on the wall, and with the wind blowing in from nowhere, the figures trembled slightly, and the scene was even ambiguous for a moment.
"Don't mind," Jiang Cheng moved his shoulders slightly, held the dagger upside down, shook it and said, "This dagger was given to me by Su Xiaoxiao. The reason is probably that she has always had a crush on me and doesn't want anything to happen to me."
Chenran's eyes swayed slightly, and after a moment, he asked softly: "Have you... known each other before?"
"No," Jiang Cheng shook his head, his eyes full of amusement, "It's just a casual marriage. Brother Chen may not know who I am."
He leaned forward slightly, deliberately pretending to be mysterious, and whispered: "I don't like women who are too active, I like to be passive."
He swallowed and continued to say in a mean tone: "Both men and women are welcome."
Squinting his eyes slightly, Chenran waited for a while before nodding, "I understand."
Jiang Cheng's eyes widened in surprise, "What do you understand? You don't mean to..." His mouth opened into an O shape, and his eyes kept looking up and down Chenran's body.
After a long time, Chenran spoke again: "Brother Hao, won't you consider my proposal again?"
"There's nothing I can do," Jiang Cheng spread his hands in a very rogue manner, "Then you know the relationship between the fat man and me, tell me how I can help you be accommodating."
"How about..." Jiang Cheng swallowed and cautiously tried: "Brother Chen, please... stay with me for two nights first, and I will inspect the goods first?"
Chenran took a deep breath and slowly took out his two hands from his pockets. "I won't bother Brother Hao," he said with a smile, "It seems it's easier to deal with you two together."
"uh-huh."
When Chenran slowly opened his hands, Jiang Cheng suddenly looked embarrassed. He saw... there was a dagger in each of the opponent's hands, and the workmanship and length were obviously better than the one in his own hand.
In comparison, the one in my hand looks like a street stall.
"etc!"
Just a second before Chenran was about to attack, Jiang Cheng suddenly relented.
"I have a suggestion," he said righteously: "I think you and I are both good men with a raging fire that is rare in the world, so I propose that we all throw away the weapons in our hands."
"How about an empty-handed fight?" Jiang Cheng yelled, "Let's resolve our differences in the most manly way."
Chenran ignored him and attacked directly.
He studied systematically from a master who devoted himself to the study of Assassin's thrust technique, so he had perfect grasp of the power and timing of close thrusts.
And in the duel on the day he left the army, he stabbed the teacher's eyes out.
He still remembered the teacher's final words as he knelt on the blood-stained floor. He said that only death was the assassin's final destination. He thanked his beloved disciple for only destroying his own eyes.
"goodbye."
Before closing the door of the teacher's private room, Chenran bowed and said.
He was fully confident in dealing with Jiang Cheng, but he preferred to watch the fight between friends, relatives... and he liked to see the hesitant look in their eyes after hearing the proposal.
Like a pitiful prey.
They need to learn reverence and the determination to give in to everything in the face of life.
His understanding of education is simple and practical. He never tries to influence them with words. He has no time and limited patience. He is more accustomed to directly destroying their bodies, wills and spirits.
Only in destruction can there be rebirth.
Only in this way can it be clean and thorough.
He never expected that the man in front of him would betray his teammates outside. Saying this was just a comfort out of boredom, and he also wanted to test how much surprise the man in front of him could give him.
On his body, he smelled a rare special smell.
Chenran grinned, that was... the smell of deep red.
He is the one qualified to be a disciple.
During the fight, the man who called himself Hao Shuai gave him more and more surprises. He was very strong, but his understanding of daggers was obviously not in place.
The steps under the thrust could not keep up.
The balance of victory and defeat was determined from the beginning, but it was just a little troublesome. He was very merciful and left wounds on the latter's arms and legs, and the last knife was carved on his face.
It's not deep, but there is still blood flowing out slowly.
The hem of a windbreaker was thrown away, and Chenran sheathed the knife very elegantly. On both sides of the waist, there was a position for inserting a dagger.
"Brother Hao," Chenran tilted his head and looked at him with half-smiling eyes, "Now you still have a chance to consider the suggestions I made before."
He smiled gently and said, "The agreement between us still stands."
Jiang Cheng leaned against the wall. He was not seriously injured, but this was just because the former did not try his best. His right hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, and the knife on his right arm accurately cut open the knife he used to swing it. Powerful muscles.
"Huh..." He let out a long breath.
Chenran tilted his head and stared at him, with a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to be able to speak.
"Wait for me for a while," Jiang Cheng coughed hard twice, as if his throat was blocked by phlegm, "just 10 minutes."
Chenran shook his head slightly, "No."
"Then...5 minutes?"
"Not even one minute," Chenran looked at him and exhaled, "Brother Hao, you have to make a choice now, whether you will be the little guinea pig or the fat brother outside."
"Oh," he smiled, "don't think about waiting for the fat brother outside to save you. I'm afraid he has enough troubles on his own."
"You mean the painting you left on the ground outside," Jiang Cheng leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and said, "You should give up on that, I'll ruin the painting."
"Because you used the fuel here, he may fall into hallucinations for a while, but it won't be long." Because it would hurt to straighten his arms, Jiang Cheng instead raised his chin and motioned Chenran to look at the flames in the middle. .
"It should be almost done." The next moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly straightened his back, raised his head, and said loudly and confidently to Chenran: "You were defeated by me, Hao Shuai, do you accept it?"
