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Back to afternoon.

At this time, the location was still this mountain nest. While A Yi happily ate his dry food and drank the fine wine he carried, he looked coldly at Mr. Situ who was thrown to the ground and had no acupoints sealed.

The corners of my mouth were slightly raised, and it smelled like a mouse playing with under my cat's claws.

Mr. Situ leaned against the mountain wall, completely ignoring his teasing eyes. He just closed his eyes and seemed to be alive. Even if the sky collapsed and the earth fell, it would not shake his calmness.

However, this scene fell in A Yi's eyes and regarded it as he had no choice but to give up all resistance and acted indifferently at the slaughter of his own.

"Very good," A Yi took a bite of the braised pig's trotter, drank a sip of wine, looked at Mr. Situ happily, and showed a look of approval on his face. "Your awareness is great. You know that you are a waste and have no chance to resist in front of me. It is better to enjoy this beautiful world well and earn a moment more. Well, a good mentality, a man!"

He gave a thumbs up, and although he knew that Mr. Situ had not seen it with his eyes closed, it didn't matter, at least, his heart was expressed.

He chewed another bit of pig's hooves, and said vaguely with something on his mouth: "If it weren't for you, we, the 'Eight Masters of Jiangdu, would not have suffered a tragedy of tragic deaths one by one. In that case, we might be friends."

Mr. Situ seemed to be asleep and did not respond at all.

In fact, when he really fell asleep, A Yi had nothing. At most, he just acted as a one-man show without audiences. However, A Yi clearly saw that the corners of Mr. Situ's mouth bent slightly. What does that mean?

I'm disdainful!

A Yi was slightly stunned, then sneered and said, "You don't want to make friends with me, right? That's right, you are the younger brother of Situ Qing, a strange flower in Lin'an City, and Mr. Xixi from the Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion. Your status is noble, I, A Yi, are a turbulent in the world, and I am not qualified to climb up with you."

He laughed strangely, and then said coldly: "You are amazing, but I don't know if you are still so noble when you die?"

He slowly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, shook it in front of Mr. Situ, and smiled and said, "This is the legendary corpse-transformation. Just sprinkle a little on you. In less than a moment, your body will turn into a pool of blood. They can't even find your bones. Awesome, chatter..."

Mr. Situ suddenly opened his eyes, as if two cold lightnings broke through the sky and ruled the world, and as if two outshelf swords carried the eternal ice through the heart and penetrated into the bone marrow, making people terrified and thrilled.

Is this sure it's an ordinary person's eyes?

A Yi, who had just put the "transformed corpse scattered" into his arms, couldn't help but be suffocated and was stunned.

But he heard Mr. Situ say word by word: "Have you finished talking?"

At this moment, A Yi clearly felt a sense of character change, as if in the other party's eyes, he was just a clown, jumping around without knowing how to do it in the face of powerful forces, which led to serious dissatisfaction among the strong.

He threw his head hard, trying to throw away these hallucinations. However, when he looked directly at Mr. Situ again, he found it disappointed and painfully, and the hallucinations remained.

Mr. Situ's eyes were still so cold, as if he was looking at a person who didn't even understand the struggle, full of pity and mockery.

This is not true!

This is not true!

This is not true!

The important comfort must be said to yourself three times.

But, in fact, no matter he comforted himself thirty times or thirty hundred times, it would not change Mr. Situ's attitude towards him.

While he was still trying to change this incredible situation, he saw Mr. Situ nodding slightly and said coldly: "I have to thank you. I happened to encounter a troublesome thing. I didn't know how to deal with it completely, but you came here enthusiastically. It was very timely and urgent. You are better than Song Jiang in time. You are a good comrade."

A Yi threw away the pig's hooves that had not been eaten yet in his hand, stood up, held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and said sternly: "Don't pretend to be a ghost for me! You have seriously damaged my appetite. If you believe it or not, I will kill you immediately!"

"Kill me? Haha..." Mr. Situ pressed his gesture quietly, "Don't be impatient. If you do this, it's hard for me to guarantee that I will leave you a whole body. Let's say something."

A Yi lost his former calmness and was furious as if he was thunderous. He wanted to slash him with one sword immediately. However, he didn't know what. When he watched Mr. Situ face his sharp sword, he was still calm and calm, not even moving his eyebrows. The majestic momentum as stable as a rock seemed to be surrounded by invisible curses, gradually compressing and tightening, as if he wanted to squeeze him into powder, causing him to imprison his courage and strength to move the sword under huge pressure.

He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "So, you know martial arts, you have always pretended to be a pig and eaten by a tiger!"

Mr. Situ waved his hand and said, "Don't be so vulgar. We are all handsome men. Beautiful men cannot fight and kill at any time. That would be so insulting and disgraceful. Is it a shame for us? Come on, let's talk calmly with the demeanor of a handsome man."

A Yi spat and said hatefully: "You are just a complete hypocrite. I won't chat with hypocrites."

Mr. Situ said: "Well, is it hypocritical to be low-key? Well, then forget it, I have to stick to my decision. That's right, classmate Ah Yi, I want to borrow the same thing as you, are you willing?"

A Yi said: "What?"

Mr. Situ said: "Your skin."

A Yi was slightly surprised and said, "My skin? Can you borrow this? Bah, are you kidding me? Damn, I'm still lending your sister?"

Mr. Situ said: "Well, it's not impossible to lend my sister, as long as she wants."

A Yi sternly said: "Stop talking nonsense, what are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do?" A look of aggrieved expression appeared on Mr. Situ's face, "You held the hilt of the sword in your hand, and looked at me fiercely, threatening my life safety, but you actually asked me what to do and what can I do? I just discussed with you to lend you a face and will return it to you after using it. I can definitely guarantee this."

A Yi is not a clumsy person either. After some thought, he suddenly realized: "Are you going to use my skin as your mask?"

Mr. Situ snapped his fingers and said, "That's right. Are you still a boy with high IQ, and you have excellent martial arts skills and a bright future. The future is yours."

A Yi was so angry that he laughed angrily, saying, "Yes, the premise is that you have to ask about the sword in my hand."

Mr. Situ was speechless, shook his head and said, "One or two said the same line, without any creativity. They are all dependents. If this is the case, no matter how high the IQ or the martial arts are, it is a waste of resources. As for your sword, do I still need to ask?"

Mr. Situ suddenly stretched out his wrist and grabbed it out of thin air. With a "swoosh!", an unstoppable force suddenly surged into the hilt of the sword that was originally held in A Yi's hand, and he broke the sword away from his palm, flew out, and then, the next moment, appeared in Mr. Situ's hand.

A Yi looked like a ghost, and then turned around and ran away!

What international jokes are you making?

A top master who can cultivate to the legendary spiral shooting realm is not comparable to a person who can barely squeeze into a first-class master?!

I heard a sigh of regret. The damn voice was obviously several feet away, but it seemed to be right in my ears: "If you are good, I can save your life, but you really disappoint me, very disappointed..."

Maybe there was a sequel behind him, but A Yi could no longer hear it. He saw that a sword tip "suddenly" grew in the middle of his heart, and his heart quickly stopped beating...

In fact, Mr. Situ did have something to say: "Thank you for your skin, thank you for your 'zombie scatter'."

Then, Mr. Situ dragged A Yi's body to the mountain wall, pulled up his sword, wiped the blood stains on the latter's clothes, weighed it, and felt quite easy. Then, he turned A Yi over the front and lay on his back. The tip of the sword circled A Yi's forehead to his chin, and then pinched his face. It felt quite appropriate. However, he shook his head gently and said to himself: "The first time he had this surgery, he was seriously inexperienced. If it were the plastic surgeons of the Bangzi Kingdom that my father said, it would be great. Alas, it might be a great effect if it was Situ or Master Duan. However, it seems that this matter is not acceptable, and he has to do it himself in the end. Yes, my father said, self-reliance and food and clothing are enough, it is really reasonable."

So, Mr. Situ calmed down, focused and carefully cut. With his efforts, it took him nearly two hours to completely remove A Yi's entire dough. Although it seemed that the dog bites the edges were uneven, and the technology was obviously still to be improved, for Mr. Situ, who had entered the plastic surgery industry for the first time, it was a successful step.

Then, he and the wine washed away the blood stains on the skin and hung them on the branches with the sunlight on the sun. During this period, Mr. Situ was certainly not waiting. He dragged A Yi, who had no idea about his face, to another mountain wall in the mountain nest, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out half of the body and sprinkled it evenly on the latter. Then, it was visible to the naked eye that black smoke rose from A Yi's clothes. Then, his body began to bubble violently, like a pot of boiling water. Then, the bubbles turned into rolling black smoke, covering his body like thick fog, as if an invisible fire quickly swallowed his body.

It was only half a cup of tea, and the black smoke dissipated, and A Yi's body disappeared completely. Perhaps it was because Mr. Situ used the corpse scattered scatter too much. Not only was there no blood in the place where A Yi's body was placed, but there was no grass left, showing that the only thing in sight was a scorched earth and a little stench.

Mr. Situ couldn't help but gasp and said softly: "What a powerful 'zombie scattered'!"

However, for a person who wanders around the edge of darkness, this thing is undoubtedly a magical tool for destroying corpses and traces!

"What a baby!" Mr. Situ carefully put the porcelain bottle into his arms, then returned to the original place, took off the dough that was just dry. After a while, he finally successfully covered the dough on his face, so A Yi was reborn.
Chapter completed!