MTL - A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating-Chapter 341 UI
Chapter 341 Martial arts in the world, only fast can not break
Finger movement makes a slight sound.
It’s been a long time since she acted like this in the second grade. She often did this kind of action in junior high school, and then she was told that she would get arthritis when she got old, so she never snapped her fingers again.
The steps are not fast, but there is only such a small room in the room, and the distance between the two is getting closer step by step.
"What are you going to do?" Xu Shulou stood up abruptly, driving the legs of the chair behind him to slide heavily on the ground, making an ear-piercing noise.
The short sound instantly aroused people's chills.
The person on the opposite side walked briskly, rubbing the fingertips of the other hand with one hand, the nails on the fingertips were shiny and shiny, but at this moment, Xu Shulou felt a chill for no reason.
It seemed that it was not a hand, but a cold knife.
He took a step back as if he was facing an enemy, and stared at Lu Jingzhi cautiously, his pupils shrank slightly due to nervousness.
Suddenly, the memories of the past occupy my mind.
last year.
In the mountains and forests.
She slowly stretched out the hand that landed on his neck.
Xu Shulou knew that the play was over.
Still have to struggle.
At the moment the hand struck, he leaned back to avoid it.
The indoor space is not big, and you have to avoid tables, chairs and beds, but the screen has become a life-saving treasure.
Xu Shulou has never seen her make a few shots.
I only know that her lightness kung fu is good, after all, she rarely lags behind in competitions with Ji Ji.
UI.
In this kind of place where you can't use your hands and feet, fast means to seize the opportunity and make a quick decision.
I don't know where her dagger came from.
Wood, shiny and shiny, with the unique aroma of trees.
The sharpness of the blade is not inferior to iron props.
Don't ask him how he knows.
Now he is pressed on the table, and the knife is lying across his neck.
The body is alarmed everywhere, and the sense of urgency that is pressing every step of the way makes the brain unprecedentedly quiet.
Some people will speak human words when they are about to die.
"Sorry, I said the wrong thing."
The brain directed the mouth to say this sentence, but the crisis was not resolved.
The blade was still sticking to his skin, Lu Jingzhi smiled and said, "Ah, which sentence is wrong?"
Xu Shulou: "...all wrong."
Staring at Xu Shulou's neck, she suddenly understood.
The short knife was withdrawn, and it was slowly put into the cuff close to the wrist, "Let me tell you a story, this story is called the farmer and the snake."
Xu Shulou: "?"
When is the mood to tell stories.
A few short sentences told him a fable.
Lu Jingzhi was in a good mood and gave himself a thumbs-up: "I think I have more and more talent for storytelling. It is a big loss for them to lose me in the storytelling world."
"Are you saying that I am that snake?" He questioned and mocked such things as usual.
"I'm saying that you may become snake soup in the future." Lu Jingzhi said casually.
The room is very quiet.
Xu Shulou was thinking that he should regard her as a friend.
He will subconsciously avoid the attacking hand, and he will resist the danger lying on his neck with his whole body, but—he will also relax because the source of danger is controlled by her.
The guard is outside the house, as long as he shouts...
But he didn't.
He actually didn't think the little girl would be cruel.
It turns out he was right.
The skin is still smooth and there are no blood marks on it.
"Don't touch it, I use the back of the knife." Lu Jingzhi touched his nose, but it seemed that the young nobleman was relatively tender, and she still drew a red mark.
Xu Shulou's heart seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, which was tightly blocked.
"I am the snake..."
The voice is a rare confusion.
(end of this chapter)
