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Chapter 51 The Legend of Shimagou (5)

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    As soon as the man finished speaking, the knife in his hand had already sunk into the middle-aged man's chest.

    The middle-aged man groaned in pain, clutching the blood flowing from his chest, the blood poured out of his mouth, he spit out blood, and staggered back, one step, two steps, three steps!

    "You" He pointed at the three people opposite him with bloody fingers, his eyes glaring at them.

    At the next moment, I saw a white horse running behind the three of them.

    The white horse galloped across the grass with a creaking sound, like an angel flying over.

    With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the middle-aged man said to the three people in front: "The white horse you are looking for is right there."

    He pointed in the direction where the white horse was coming, and the corner of his bleeding mouth was raised, smiling excitedly.

    The three men turned their heads at the same time, and saw two thick and strong horse legs.

    They, yelling, took a step back and saw a white horse as tall as a statue.

    It lowered its head, eyes as black as obsidian, staring straight at the three men, with its mouth open, a human voice slowly spoke from his mouth.

    "Why do you want to kill people?"

    "We" One of the three stammered, without saying a word, feeling that his eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything.

    He covered his eyes in panic, turned his head and instinctively looked at his companions, his eyes were as dark as ink, and he couldn't see them anymore.

    "My eyes, my eyes, I can't see anything anymore!" He covered his eyes with his hands, screamed in horror, and instinctively turned his head to the direction of the white horse.

    Kneeling heavily on the ground with both knees: "I know I was wrong, I will not kill anyone again, please, give me my eyes, please!"

    He supported the grass with both hands, and kowtowed to the ground non-stop.

    The other two men also knelt on the ground and kept kowtow, looking at their fainted companion, their eyes widened in surprise.

    At the same time, he turned his head and looked at the white horse opposite.

    The man carrying the knife raised the knife with anger and ruthlessness in his eyes, pointing the tip at the white horse.

    He yelled: "It's just a white horse, but it's pretending to be a ghost, look at me!"

    He yelled, raised the knife and slashed over. At the next moment, the knife in his hand seemed to be grabbed by an invisible thing. He held the knife high, and his body seemed to be frozen.

    Looking at the white horse in panic, he opened his mouth wide.

    The white horse on the opposite side opened and closed its mouth, speaking human words.

    "You are insatiably greedy. In order to find property and find me, you don't hesitate to hurt the same kind. Your cruel methods are shameless."

    After it finished speaking, a puff of white smoke came out of its mouth, and the white smoke floated straight towards the bodies of the three people.

    "Ah!" The three yelled, and he fell to the ground, rolling back and forth on the grass, with sudden pain all over his body.

    The middle-aged man lying next to him covered the blood dripping from his chest with his hands, stared at the blood in his mouth, and looked at the white horse with a smile.

    "Fairy, I brought them here, do you blame me?"

    "No, you did the right thing." The white horse shook his head, walked to the side of the middle-aged man, and looked down at the blood gushing out of his chest.

    Opening his mouth slightly, he exhaled a puff of white smoke, which lingered on the middle-aged man's chest.

    In just a few minutes, the blood on his chest disappeared, and the wound stabbed by the knife slowly healed.

    The middle-aged man felt inside the clothes with his hands.

    ? No more wounds, no more pain.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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