"what?"

The man in white looked in shock, only to find iron beads sparsely scattered on the ground.

It was dark, but he didn't see it.

when?!

He was furious in his heart. Yang Yu's knife, which was originally just a blow to his arm, was now heading towards his chest.

"Little beast!"

The man in white roared wildly, his blood surged wildly, and his skin and even his eyes glowed red.

"This is?"

Yang Yu was shocked when he saw the man in white abandoning his sword and turning back his arms, crossing his hands on his chest.

"ah!"

As the blood sprayed, Yang Yu took a step back.

I saw the man in white jumping up from the ground, shouting wildly, and at the same time, a fierce headbutt came towards my face.

This explosion happened so fast that Yang Yu didn't even react, so he only had time to take a step back.

He was hit in the chest by this fierce headbutt.

"puff!"

Yang Yu felt his chest felt hot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

After receiving this blow, Yang Yu felt furious.

He flipped his wrist, held the knife behind his back, and pulled it hard in front of him, slitting the throat of the man in white who wanted to hit him again.

Then he pushed forward violently!

puff!

The ferocious head fell back to the ground, and sprayed out from the headless chest, which was a foot high.

sprinkled all over the floor,

Spilled all over!

"died…"

Prisoner Yang let out a long breath, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.

Ignoring checking the injury, he hurried forward to search. Without having time to look, he picked up the dagger and left.

The noise caused by the fight between the two just now was very loud, and I am afraid that it will soon alert the night guard.

"You're pretty good at learning Old Man Wei's method of beheading."

In the darkness, a figure stopped in front of him.

Yang Yu clenched his sword tightly and saw the person coming through the faint moonlight. He couldn't help but feel shocked on his face:

"The king catches the head?!"

Under the moonlight, the person who came was wearing a gray-black shorts and carrying a knife at his waist. He was as tall as an iron tower.

But it was Wang Fobao who should have been seriously injured and bedridden.

Wang Fobao's eyes were cold, and he glanced at the headless corpse on the ground before landing on Yang Yu, who was covered in blood. He couldn't hear the joy or anger in his words:
Chapter completed!