1950: C1950 Facial Afterthought

C1950 Facial Afterthought

"Trash!" Eleven waved both of his hands, and two short Flying Sword s flew out from the ring on his hand, which he held tightly in his hands.0

"Humph!" You dare to call me trash, this time I have a reason to hit you! " With that, Xing Laojiu charged towards Eleven again with a cold expression.

"Pah!"

The two figures stopped at the same time. Xing Laojiu touched his burning cheek in disbelief. He was slapped just now!

"Little trash!" I will kill you! " With a loud roar, Xing Laojiu rushed towards Eleven again. This time, he was extremely careful and didn't want to give him another chance to insult him.

Seeing this situation, Eleven isn't nervous at all. He just looks at Xing Laojiu chopping down at him with his small sized sword each time to block him. If one sword can't block it, then he'll use two.

"Trash!" Shout again! Shout again! " As he shouted, Xing Laojiu's attacks got fiercer and fiercer.

The two of them fought for a while, and gradually, because of the lack of stamina, Number Eleven was kicked in the stomach by Xing Laojiu at the first opportunity.

"Pfft!" Eleven mouthfuls of blood spurted into the air. The two swords in his hands fell to the ground as he was sent flying.

"Aren't you pretty good? Didn't you call me trash? " Seeing that Eleven couldn't get up immediately, Xing Laojiu didn't show any mercy in his eyes. Instead, he walked closer and closer with anger on his face.

"Humph!" "Trash is trash!" Although his stomach felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, Eleven's mouth didn't change. Even his tone didn't change.

"Trash? "Let's see which one of us is more like trash lying on the ground and unable to get up?" Xing Laojiu laughed out loud when he saw Eleven covered in blood.

"Trash, I will always look down on you!" Ten's face, which was filled with tears of pain, emitted a trace of hatred.

"Today, I will show you the power of trash. Today, I will tear your mouth to shreds!"

Xing Laojiu trembled in anger. Seeing the appearance of Eleven, her face revealed a cruel smile. She slowly put away her sword and rushed towards him.

When Xing Laojiu was nearing the eleventh hour, a visible ripple spread to this place. Following that, Xing Laojiu stopped in his tracks with a cruel smile on his face and the fact that he was trying to dodge Xing Laojiu.

"Sigh …"

A sigh that could penetrate the soul reached their ears, followed by a ripple in the empty space not far from the two. In an instant, an old man with a head full of white hair who was leaning on a walking stick appeared.

"Ai …" Two kids who don't let people worry about them. " Looking at the two of them, the old man sighed again and waved his hand. Xing Laojiu and Eleven also recovered their movement, but they didn't continue to fight each other. They just floated in the air as if they were restrained by something.

Seeing this old man, Xing Laojiu immediately yelled out in grievance, "Teacher, you have to uphold justice for me! It was you, Junior Brother, who first provoked me!"

When he saw the old man's cloudy eyes looking at him, Eleven stopped struggling because he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to break free of the restriction.

"Sigh …"

The old man sighed once again, "I heard what you two said just now, so don't argue anymore. From now on, neither of you are allowed to go anywhere.

With that, the old man waved his hand and the silhouettes of Xing Laojiu and Eleven flew down the mountain.

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