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Chapter 246: Be a little expert in death


As soon as the price of 10,000 spirit stones was exported, the ruffians' bodies suddenly shook violently, and their eyes were filled with greedy and fierce light.

Even the eyes she looked at Mu Chuyue became hot, as if she were a walking golden mountain.

They've never seen such a big sum of money This is a spiritual stone It took one thousand gold coins to exchange for one spiritual stone.

Even if they spent ten lifetimes, they would not be able to spend all the ten thousand spiritual stones.

Driven by profit, several people gathered Mu Chuyue in the center with sycophantic smiles, and quietly blocked all her escape routes.

Little did they know, these little thoughts they thought were clever were completely caught up in the other party's eyes.

Mu Chuyue smiled silently and watched the interaction between the man and the gangster quietly without any sullenness.

The coarse cloth on her body has not yet been changed, and the plain clothes cover it up, making her skin look even whiter under the light of the lantern.

Even if the thin and fair boy behaves unusually, it is difficult to arouse the vigilance of the gangsters.

There was no way, in their eyes Mu Chuyue looked harmless.

And the most important thing is that she is so valuable "Tsk, tsk, only 10,000 spirit stones were produced.

Isn't it inconsistent with your noble status as a low-level alchemist?"

Mu Chuyue raised her eyebrows slightly, emphasizing the pronunciation of the word "low-level".

The ruffians didn't know what it meant, and looked at each other in confusion.

But just because they don’t understand, it doesn’t mean that men don’t understand.

The expression on his face instantly turned ferocious, and he wished that Mu Chuyue would be killed on the spot the next moment.

"If you insist on being stubborn even when you are about to die, I will let you experience the feeling of despair."

The man waved his sleeves, turned around and gave the gangster a second order: "Fuck me."

After receiving precise orders, several people geared up and pressed their tongues against their cheeks, making a uniform and fierce look.

They all pulled out the long knives from their waists.

The blades were sharp and gleaming with cold light, making them even more frightening in the night.

The blade is very long, but there are pits and pits that cannot be ignored.

They are clearly the marks produced after chopping hard objects.

The handle of the knife is wrapped in wood, with dried black blood spattered on it, which vividly reflects the past "accomplishments" of the owner of the knife.

It's hard to ignore.

The first time Mu Chuyue saw the knife in the gangster's hand, she knew that none of them had any bad intentions.

I'm afraid that the souls of the dead who fell under this sword could be queued up to the city gate.

Good people are bullied.

"Hmph."

Mu Chuyue couldn't tolerate these guys making trouble in front of her.

"My life is here, but it's a pity that you can't take it."

As soon as she finished speaking, a ray of silver light flashed across her eyes, and the ruffians fell to the ground along with their master before the long swords they raised high could be struck down.

Looking at it with surprise, the person who was alive a moment ago is no longer alive in the blink of an eye.

The man raised his head in fear, just in time to meet the slight curve of Mu Chuyue's lips.

The coldness made him tremble.

A chill ran down his back and tailbone, and suddenly, his legs began to shake violently.

"What, what kind of magic?"

"There are people who would think that their long life is an attempt to kill a little expert."

Mu Chuyue picked up the long knife on the ground, gently opened the man's clenched fist, and with his disbelief in his eyes, put the long knife into his palm and pointed the tip at his neck.

He murmured in a tone that sounded like a sigh, but also seemed like a pity.

"If you cut off the arteries in the neck, blood will spurt out crazily, but what you want to cut is the veins, and you will clearly feel the slow passage of life."

"Do you like it faster or slower?"

Her voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost hard to hear: "Decisions are really hard to make." xx4911131: