Chapter 237: Assassination by the Knife Holder

"Tsk...Is there a fight?"

"It's so late at night that no one can sleep."

Li Yang complained quietly, stretched out, and stretched his stiff neck.

Li Yang went to bed around noon, and when he woke up, it was already evening in Chou Country.

Looking at the blood-bright sunset on the horizon, Li Yang snapped his fingers and removed the densely packed plants in the room.

Then he put on his clothes, called Bai Hu, and prepared to go out to see the situation.

Slowly walked through the corridor and walked to the door.

Many people have gathered here one after another.

Heads were shaking and there was a lot of discussion.

Many people were whispering to each other, and the various accents were mixed together, making Li Yang's scalp numb.

I can barely hear the word "Shennong" from the conversations of these people.

And these two words are obviously related to myself.

Li Yang rubbed the silver Dragon King Order on his waist and walked out.

The onlookers were repelled by the huge white tiger and consciously made way for Li Yang.

After walking in front of the person, Li Yang finally figured out the source of the noise.

The woman holding the knife whom I saw in the tavern during the day was now standing at the door of the hotel, moving inward little by little.

On her lap, she was holding tightly a slightly familiar little beggar with blond hair.

At first glance, the little beggar was beaten badly. His scalp was turned out, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he looked a little bit dying.

But even so, he still clung to the leg of the knife holder.

The knife holder held a black knife in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes, and tirelessly kicked the little beggar over and over again, trying to kick her away.

But the moment he saw Li Yang, the sword holder stopped what he was doing.

He slowly raised the black knife in his hand towards Li Yang and said viciously:

"Li Yang! Kill for life!"

"My family and my lover all died at your hands!"

"I want to avenge them!"

Li Yang was a little confused.

He blinked and asked in confusion: "No, sisters, are you serious?"

"If you want to die, just say so. You don't have to shout about revenge."

"You didn't notice the difference in strength during the day, did you? You came to me for a duel at night."

The sword holder was speechless for a moment and lowered his head to look at the little beggar at his feet.

Angrily, he kicked her again and finally kicked her out.

Then he raised his head and stared into Li Yang's eyes:

"If she hadn't stopped me over and over again, I would have rushed into your room and taken away your head!"

The little beggar on the ground barely squirmed, but he no longer had the strength to get up.

Li Yang narrowed his eyes, still a little confused:

"She's blocking your way, why don't you just chop her?"

"With your strength, you can't do such a small thing, right?"

The sword holder gritted his teeth and glared at Li Yang: "He is really the devil of China..."

"I want to seek revenge from you, what does it have to do with others?"

Li Yang smiled: "Okay, that's good. He's quite principled. He's much better than the other two idiots."

"Then I'll give you a chance, come over and give me a knife."

"Whether you can grasp it or not depends on you."

Hearing Li Yang actually say such words, the sword holder thought he was dreaming for a moment.

But she immediately shook her head and got rid of the distracting thoughts in her heart.

Holding the handle of the knife with both hands, the murderous intention in his heart brewed again.

Then, he walked towards Li Yang step by step, and at the same time announced his family name: "Shanqiu Naoko, a native of the ugly country of Sakura origin, a seventy-eighth level ghost warrior."

"Use this sword capable of cutting through fine iron to avenge all your relatives who died at your hands!"

Are your ancestors from Sakura? Career or a samurai?

No wonder he has this kind of virtue.

Li Yang put his hands in his pockets and remained unmoved in the face of the approaching black blade.

The expression on his face was also a bit playful.

The knife holder didn't know what Li Yang was thinking, he only knew that this was the closest he had come to succeeding in revenge.

She shouted, raised the black knife in her hand high, tried her best, and was about to cut off...

The result is the next moment.

"Bang--"

The black knife she raised high was taken off her hands and fell behind her.

Her whole body was swaying, and she knelt down weakly in front of Li Yang in full view of everyone.

The black hood that he had been wearing gradually fell off, revealing the rather young face behind him.

There was an extremely horrified expression on her face, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes, but she didn't seem to be aware of it.

The moment she was about to slash with the knife, she felt something more terrifying than death.

It was something above everything else, something she couldn't understand...

In just a moment, the resentment and anger she had accumulated were dissipated by the sudden fear.

She couldn't even stay standing, and could only let her body fall to her knees, showing her miserable defeat.

"Do you feel it? The gap between us."

Li Yang smiled, bent down and picked up the grass rake that had appeared on the ground from time to time, and threw it into his Zen garden.

Then, he glanced at the dying beggar lying not far away, activated his power, and planted a fairy peach next to her.

The big pink peach broke out of the ground, gently shaking its body, exuding a golden outline.

Affected by his ability, the injuries on the little beggar began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The knife holder's lips moved slightly, and she tried to speak several times, but it was useless.

It was not until Li Yang bent down slightly and asked her a question that the strong sense of oppression gradually dissipated:

"So, you followed Edmond's order to assassinate me?"

The knife holder shook her head woodenly: "No...I am..."

"It has nothing to do with Mr. Edmond."

As she said, she picked up her black knife again with trembling hands, and waved it at Li Yang without giving up.

But as expected, the knife fell to the ground again, and she also covered her suddenly stopped heart and curled up on the ground in pain.

Li Yang took the trouble to pick up the grass rake from the ground and threw it back into the Zen Garden.

Then he squatted on the ground and looked at the woman in front of him happily: "What, a heart attack?"

"You still don't give up, right? Try again?"

"I guess if you do it again, you will leave a lifelong psychological shadow on me."

The knife holder barely got up and knelt in front of Li Yang, wishing he could bite his silver teeth to pieces:

"I... hate you."

"Damn... kill me or chop me up, whatever you want."

"But if I die, I will always curse you in hell!"

Li Yang grinned: "Don't say that, I think your boss deserves to be cursed more."

"Can you believe that the room he arranged for me actually has a color TV and air conditioning?"

"It's completely different from the town outside."

"Chunchun is a local tyrant who relies on controlling information to rule the ignorant people. People like you are actually willing to be his lackey?"

The knife holder was silent for a while, and barely stood up with his black knife: "So what?"

"Mr. Edmond helped me in the darkest time. He is my..."

"Bang——" a loud noise.

An enchanted bullet passed through the chest and instantly pierced the knife holder's forehead.