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4.3

The General's Dishonesty (III): To Save or Not to Save (Page 1/3)

Half an incense stick later,

in the cave at the bottom of the cliff, the wind started and then stopped.

Amid the scattered fallen leaves, a man's figure gradually took shape, with a red tide swirling in his black eyes, and his thin lips, which were lacking in blood, now looked red and shocking as if stained with blood.

The 'object' in his hand was thrown to the ground with a heavy thud.

Someone had not yet taken a good look at the prey, and only had time to pick the strongest and strongest one.

The man had the smell of blood on him, which intertwined with the smell of cold armor, and the cold air penetrated his bones. His skin was taut and full with a sense of vicissitudes of earthy color. In the damp sweat, the masculine breath concealed aggression. Although he was under control, he was arrogant as if he had been offended.

"!"

.....The acupuncture points were unblocked? Before he could think about it, the dangerous fist wind was at the tip of his nose. Xu Weiran took a half step back, and another kick was sent straight to his heart.

Killing in the battlefield is fast, precise, and without any skills.

The pale hand collided with the heavy fist like a sandbag, making a loud noise. The man saw Xu Weiran taking his attack, but he was not even surprised. His expression was gloomy, and he hooked his knee without hesitation. With his burly height, he could just kneel and smash the weak abdomen in front of him.

"Bang!"

The gravel on the top could not withstand the shock and fell down one after another. The man resisted the terrifying attack with his hand, and a trace of impatience flashed in his cold black eyes. He hit with his right hand.

It seemed weak, but it made the burly body of the man who was hit retreat several steps back. He staggered for a while before standing firm, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and looked at Xu Weiran with a stern expression.

The next blink of an eye, a thin face suddenly appeared within reach, and in an instant, he removed the two thick arms. The man raised his leg to attack his lower body. Xu Weiran seemed to be tired of this boring game. With just one kick, he broke the opponent's strong calf bone!

The man fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

[Hiss...] The system twitched as it watched, [Host, host, be gentle...]

The man did not respond to the system, silently bent down his noble waist, pinched the man's chin which was a bit prickly, and was thrown away as expected.

"..... Who do you belong to?"

The hoarse and low voice was actually quite tempting in this situation. Even Xu Weiran was a little overwhelmed by the power in his body. His rationality was intermittent, but he had the leisure to write something.

"Hey--" Before the burly man could finish his question, a shadow suddenly enveloped him from above, and he breathed heavily and hotly, and then his lower body armor and outer pants were casually pulled open, and the man's pupils shrank dangerously. The

spreading murderous aura, mixed with the damp smell of blood and soil, was like licking the blood on the edge of a knife, not knowing whether it would be stained with blood or hurt himself.

"I'll just put up with it, and you'll just put up with it." As if he didn't feel any danger at all, his deep eyes were filled with an intoxicating red. He sniffed the man's neck, almost touching his throat, "Don't force me to break it."