Broken Blade is beyond repair? Start by fusing the Demon Blade Thousand Blades

There was still a last bit of desire for life in Mandu's eyes, but unfortunately, his body was forever frozen in this scene.

Those who try to be clever often end up being tricked by others.

Yang Lin was complaining in his heart, but his face remained expressionless.

He glanced at Manka, the only one who survived, and swung his right hand forward like a sword.

The sharp sword energy penetrated through the subcutaneous tissue and cells and cut into the neck, chewing and destroying the protected pronunciation parts inside.

"Ahem, ahh..."

Suddenly, Manka felt unimaginable pain in his throat, accompanied by violent coughing, and traces of blood came out of his mouth.

"I said I would spare your life, but you are a divine creature after all. Even if you can keep silent for a while, you can't keep silent forever. Become a mute from now on."

Yang Lin in killing mode is truly decisive and merciless.

It makes you feel that all emotions and desires in his heart have disappeared, and only the last word "kill" remains.

He raised his foot and walked halfway, then he clenched his hand and a pill appeared in his palm, which he threw out like garbage.

Jinchuangdan, after taking it, can heal injuries and relieve pain instantly, but it cannot restore the pronunciation part.

This could be considered Yang Lin’s last act of kindness.

After doing all this, he put the Thousand Blades Demon Sword back into the weapon space without caring, and the Paper Scissors flew between his two fingers.

In small-area combat, the Paper Scissors are a great quick-kill assassination weapon.

In terms of speed, even the Demonic Sword Thousand Blades may be inferior to it.

Yang Lin climbed down through the chimney. When he was halfway there, he suddenly heard the sound of an iron door opening with a creak.

Looking down, I saw a shovel handle extended in, accompanied by bursts of complaints.

"It's really unbelievable that the big brother from the boiler room couldn't come but let me, whose condition is not that serious, come. What's going on? Can a fever be considered an illness? I feel like if I stay in this place any longer, my heart will get sick. I'm afraid that by then, it won't be my brain that will burn, but my ashes."

It turns out he is just a poor worker.

Yang Lin thought to himself that this way he would have a way to get rid of the other party.

I turned on the perspective function and took a brief look. Below me, a southern barbarian with a shovel was constantly shoveling the ash from the boiler into a large red barrel placed beside him.

He was the only poor worker named Lao Zuo in the whole boiler room. From the sound of him constantly talking and drinking, it was obvious that he was the embodiment of a traditional Zaun person who was complaining about the unclear classification of the upper echelons and how they let a sickly person take over.

Not long after, he saw that the big red bucket beside him was full of dust, so he put down the shovel and walked aside with the bucket.

Yang Lin was waiting for this opportunity. He loosened his hands and floated in the air, falling quickly without his feet touching the ground to avoid making any noise.

The door of this big boiler was open, and there was a thick layer of dust underfoot. It would probably take no long for us to come back.

After getting out of the boiler, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Without panicking, Yang Lin controlled his body to fly to the ceiling, and then flew towards the door based on the ancient concept that PCs should not look up.

He was wearing a hidden mask on his face, so there was no need to worry about the monitoring room noticing anything unusual.

Coupled with the translucent invisibility of the little turtle's body, the person being monitored is at most a ball of dust.

Or there may be a ghost image caused by a bug.

...........at the same time...........

Blue Star.

Lighthouse country.

A young man in black clothes, with a long knife on his back, walked on the street with an expressionless face.

Passersby around were deeply attracted to this boy in black clothes and with a cool temperament at first sight.

Especially in this country that advocates freedom, both men and women seem to be quite interested in this young man.

"Halides, look, what a handsome boy. Do you want to seduce him? If you can get into bed with me, I'll treat you to pasta tonight."

"Hehe, just wait and see. With my temperament, it will be easy for me to seduce him."

The European and American girl with blonde hair and wearing sexy hip-hugging jeans lifted her long wavy hair, raised her sexy long legs and walked over.

"Hey handsome, are you interested in getting to know me?"

The Black Soul heard a voice asking him while walking, and his pace slowed down a bit, but then he thought that he came here for a purpose, so he didn't ask any more questions and continued to walk quickly without paying attention to the girl following him.

"Hey, the handsome guy in front."

Hallides became a little anxious when he saw that Dark Soul ignored him.

"Come on, I believe you."

"Run, catch up with him." The voice of my best friend came from behind.

She took a few steps and thought for a second or two. She felt that her best friend was right. She adjusted the position of her bag and trotted out.

He stepped past the Dark Soul and stood in front of him.

Heihun had no choice but to stop and look at the pretty European and American girl in front of him.

not interested.

The person standing in front of him was obviously hindering him from completing the order given to him by the leader. Unfortunately, the other party did not show any intention to kill him, so he could not take action to get rid of this troublesome guy.

"Don't go, handsome. How about we exchange some information? My name is Harry Deth."

Seeing Black Soul turning around and about to leave, she lifted my foot and took a big step to stand in front of him again.

"Handsome guy, don't be so cold. After all, I'm admired by many boys in the class." As he said that, he deliberately straightened his chest and abdomen to show him that she was big.

Heihun frowned. What on earth was this guy trying to do? He was not interested in ordinary vases, especially these vases with black DNA on them. He felt inexplicably disgusted when he saw them.

I hate girls who have no sense of boundaries.

People in this country are so open-minded, there are no rules at all.

This is simply torture for dark souls who like to live under strict rules.

"Wait a minute, miss. He has already shown his unwillingness with his body. If you do this again, I will call the police."

At this time, a European and American man in casual clothes stood up righteously, pointed at the girl in front of Heihun and started to criticize and educate her.

"Tsk, if you can't fight, then just don't do it. What, is it wrong to flirt with someone?"

Hallides spat, picked up her bag, turned around, twisted her waist, and walked away with an unhappy face, trying to get rid of her butt.

Black Soul heaved a sigh of relief. It was very good for him that this troublesome guy wisely left. It was better to have less trouble than more since he didn't have to solve the problem himself.

"Hey man, this kind of girl is just like that, you don't have to worry about it. When I was in high school, a classmate of mine was deceived by this kind of girl because he was handsome and ended up getting HPV."

The middle-aged man walked up to Heihun and put his hand on his shoulder in a familiar manner.