A Weak Passerby | BL, EDITED MTL

Chapter 67: He is so awesome!

In the huge cellar.

It was as if only water drops were dripping slowly from the pipe, making a faint sound.

People who were far away from Liu Qingzhi's iron fence had no idea what was going on.

Those who were close to Liu Qingzhi's iron bars held their breath, and were in a state of shock, suspecting that they had seen it wrong.

Fei Xuran's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the handcuffs on the ground in disbelief. The next second, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Liu Qingzhi with shock and astonishment: "You you you you."

He said "you" several times, and because he was so surprised, his originally hoarse voice almost broke.

If he saw it correctly, something like a vine disappeared from the man's fingertips!

That should be rattan silk!

Thin and pointed, like a key!

Fei Xuran rubbed his eyes quickly, and then rubbed his eyes again. The metal shackles on his wrists made a hissing sound as he moved.

Liu Qingzhi stood up from the haystack, patted the dry grass on his body, and looked at his wrist again.

This body was too fragile after all. He was only shackled for a short while, and in less than five minutes, a circle of conspicuous red marks was left on his wrists.

It doesn't hurt.

The contrast is very obvious.

Liu Qingzhi rubbed his red wrist and walked straight towards the cement-wrapped door lock of this "small cell".

Fei Xuran's eyes followed Liu Qingzhi's body: "You, you, you are a mutant?!"

This time, he said "you" three times and finally uttered a complete sentence.

When Fei Xuran said this, he completely forgot to control the volume. As soon as the words came out, almost all the people imprisoned in the iron bars nearby heard it.

Their eyes, which had originally dimmed, once again brightened up.

Even the old man who was in the same cell with Fei Xuran stood up and said, "It's a supernatural being."

In comparison, the man named Jiang Jing who was on the other side of Liu Qingzhi seemed very calm.

His gaze passed through a layer of messy hair and fell directly on Liu Qingzhi. His eyes were extremely focused, as if he wanted to capture every move of Liu Qingzhi.

Fei Xuran moved his feet and quickly followed Liu Qingzhi to the door lock. Although his voice was already very hoarse, he kept saying, "Are you a plant-based mutant? How are you going to open this lock? Fan Si and the others are on it."

Liu Qingzhi neither hot nor cold, interrupted him: "Aren't you tired?"

He felt tired just listening to the young man speaking with a voice that was even uglier than a drake's.

Fei Xuran quickly said: "I'm sorry, I'm just too excited, I..."

Seeing that he was about to continue speaking, Liu Qingzhi interrupted again: "Remember to make mushroom soup for me later."

After finishing speaking, Liu Qingzhi leaned over slightly, stared at the door lock for two seconds, and without using any water or plant-related abilities, he directly took off the black ring on the little finger of his right hand.

The next second, the ring turned into a sickle more than one meter long.

Amid Fei Xuran's exclamation, Liu Qingzhi gripped the dark red hilt of the knife and exerted force. The door lock on the iron bars, which was mixed with earth-related supernatural powers, was split in two and fell to the ground like soft cabbage.