Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

But why did it really hurt this time!

'Wait, this knife? ’

At this time, the real person realized that the knife in the hands of Purgatory Kyojuro seemed to be a little different.

Not the original knife.

'Don't think of me as some kind of idiot. ’

Raising his head slightly, Purgatory Kyojurou's eyes seemed to convey such a message.

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Chapter 647 This is my escape route!

The sharp knife light flashed, and one arm and one leg of the real person flew into the air.

Like a hot knife cutting butter, Purgatory Kyojuro didn't feel much resistance.

It may also be because the real person did not take the purgatory Kyojurou's attack to heart at first.

One is the purgatory Kyojuro who does no real harm to himself.

One is Joseph who can do actual damage to himself and looks like he's going to burst out in full force.

The real person subconsciously focused his attention on Joseph.

But I didn't expect Purgatory Kyojuro to change a knife during the period of 'invisibility' just now.

It is not complicated to make a temporary use knife that can attack the soul at the current level of the organization in a short period of time.

To a certain extent, the production process refers to the basic form of Zanpakutō, but whether it can become a real Zanpakutō or not depends on everything.

Maybe, maybe not.

It's like waiting hopelessly for a potentially small thing.

In terms of appearance, this sword is not much different from Purgatory Kyojuro's own Japanese sword.

Purgatory Xingjulang himself did not make a statement, but continued to entangle with those transformed aliens.

This makes the real person have a wrong judgment, that is, Purgatory Kyojurou cannot cause harm to it.

Then at this critical moment, he successfully cut off one arm and one leg of the real person.

The remaining hands and feet were used together, and the real person stopped a long way to withdraw. I don't know why Purgatory Kyojuro was not busy chasing after him.

Tsk, it's all that **** muscular guy. . . . .

and many more!

The real person raised his head sharply, and what caught his eye was a voice shining with light all over his body.

From a real person's point of view, only Joseph's eyes were fixed on it.

The arm wrapped in Hermit Purple stretched to its maximum, and then......

drop it!

boom--

A large hole was smashed into the ground in an instant.

A lot of smoke and dust were splashed, and an embarrassed figure rolled ten meters on the ground before it stopped.

Getting up from the ground, the real person raised his remaining hand with an ugly face.

The stitched arm was hammered into a puddle of mud from Joseph's previous blow.

Looks very disgusting.

"Damn things..."

Staring sullenly at Joseph and Purgatory Kyojurou not far away, the real man barely stood up with one leg.

The severed wound and Joseph's smashed arm began to squirm.

These wounds can be barely healed by changing the shape of the soul.

But it doesn't mean that real people really don't consume it.

The two attacks just now really had a big impact on it.

If it is a normal attack, the real person can easily recover without even doing anything.

Because it affects the body through the soul, normal attacks are useless.

But on the other hand, once the soul can be attacked, the real person will appear vulnerable.

Because this guy who seems to be playing with the body, but actually plays with the soul, has no protection at all in the soul.

like ordinary people.

outrageous.

In this gap, a middle-aged man rushed out of the darkness.

"Help! Help me!"

With a look of horror on his face, the man shouted as he ran.

But there was a glimmer of joy and murderous intent in his eyes.

Back in time for a while, the middle-aged man, or the homeless person, looked at the real person strangely.

"Game paused?"

This was the first time, and the tramp was a little uneasy.

"Someone may come to trouble me in a little while."

Squatting on the ground and fiddling with something, the real person said casually.

Hearing this sentence, the tramp's first reaction was not that he finally had a chance to get rid of this monster.

Rather, why would anyone come to court death?

There was even a bit of resentment in my heart.

The homeless have long been accustomed to this kind of life.

There is food and drink, and there is money without work. When the person who is pulled into the game at night dies, he will have the money.

This kind of behavior seems to be called licking the bag in the game, right?

The homeless thought so.

Looking at the expression of the homeless man, the corner of the real man's mouth grinned slightly.

In the human world, what is this situation called?

What syndrome is Sid?

Forgive the real person for not remembering that word.

"this is for you."

I don't know where I pulled out a pitch-black needle, the length of my index finger and the thickness of a chopstick.

The real person threw it to the homeless man at will.

The tramp hurriedly caught it.

"This is............"

"This is a poison needle."

"I made it with alien blood and tail."

The real person said nothing.

The homeless man holding the poison needle froze, carefully put away the poison needle.

"I'll need you later..."

Facing the real person's instructions, the homeless man nodded again and again.

Looking back to the present-

The tramp ran towards Joseph, shouting.

Although this muscular guy looks scary, it's better than the guy who's burning with a knife not far away.

And this guy looks thick-eyed, so he should be more tolerant of innocent victims like me, right?

Thinking of this, the tramp's footsteps quickened.

The hand on his waist quietly touched the poison needle.

near, near.

A hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and the vagabond continued to run with a terrified look on his face.

However.............

"Don't come near me!"

"Just stand there for me!"

Pointing to the homeless man, Joseph said with a fierce look.

Even if he didn't look at it deliberately, Joseph could feel the strong malice emanating from this guy.

It's disgusting.

Not only Joseph, but also Purgatory Kyojuro looked at this homeless man badly.

"Uh."

The expression on the homeless man's face suddenly froze, and looking at Joseph's expression, he didn't know what was wrong for a while.

But so far there is no way.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the middle-aged man took out the poisonous needle and rushed towards Joseph.

tnnd, don't let me go and don't even want to live!

"Purple of the Hermit!"

Seeing Joseph's hand, the homeless man suddenly felt that his body was bound by something.

The poison needle in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

"hateful!"

After struggling for a while, the homeless looked at Joseph with fierce eyes.

However, in the next second, the expression of the homeless person froze on his face.

A sickle gleaming coldly penetrated his chest at some point.

"why........."

Turning his head little by little, the tramp looked at the real person in disbelief.

This sickle is attached to the real man's wrist.

"why?"

"Of course it's because you're useless."

The real person said this with a smile, and then suddenly threw the tramp to Joseph.

The remaining transformed aliens also began to riot.

"See you next time~"

The figure was twisted for a while, and the real person said with a wicked smile on his face.

Chapter six hundred and forty-eight of the Wu family who work part-time

Humans differ from other animals in many ways, one of which is their never-ending greed.

The leopard hunts for food, and when it is full, it will not hunt again.