Quick Walkthrough Strategy: Bing Jiao BOSS Begs To Let Go

In the somewhat messy meeting room on the first floor, the blond man was playing with the long sword in his hand.

Ke Ze stood opposite him blankly, his black hair was a little messy.

As early as the first moment they met, they had already fought each other.

"I haven't seen you for such a long time, you still look dead," Allen sneered, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. "Unfortunately, you are not as strong as before."

Ke Ze said indifferently, "It's more than enough to deal with you."

Allen sneered, "I came just because I happened to be passing by and wanted to say hello to an old friend... That's how you treat your old friend?"

"I don't have much friendship with you." Ke Ze looked cold, as if he was talking to an indifferent person.

This attitude completely annoyed Allen. The man raised the knife and said coldly, "Since there is no friendship, I will kill all of your people, is it okay?"

Ke Ze raised his arm slightly, and a long sword that looked very old on the wall flew in front of him in an instant.

"I'll talk if you win first."

Alan licked his lips, a trace of madness in his eyes.

He rushed forward at an unimaginable speed, and his long sword pierced Ke Ze!

As soon as Wen Xiao walked to the top of the stairs, he saw this frightening scene.

Ke Ze's gaze became serious, his wrist trembling, and the long sword instantly stopped Alan's first wave of attacks.

But before he slowed down, the second wave of attacks followed.

More fierce than every time, more violent every time.

Allen's anger that had been holding back for a long time was all vented in this match. He looked at Ke Ze with his calm eyes, and the fire in his heart grew stronger.

It was this man who defeated himself who was called "the hope of the new generation of the Michigan family" when he was only a few hundred years old. That arrogant look has been in my heart for thousands of years!

But when Allen saw him again, he just glanced at Allen lightly and greeted him politely, as if he had never cared about the battle many years ago.

This disregarded humiliation almost overwhelmed Allen, so he took the lead and caught Ke Ze by surprise.

That battle was still a narrow victory for Ke Ze.

Not long after Ke Ze returned to the castle, he was diagnosed with a rare disease. He would subconsciously reject the blood that he relied on for his livelihood, making it difficult to eat.

He was assigned to the remote east by the family, and Allen was favored by the Presbyterian Church, and the scenery grew day by day.

But Allen was not happy at all.

If possible, he would rather fight with Ke Ze for a lifetime than watch him go on like this ordinary!

"Come on! Let me see how you are sick now!" Allen sarcastically satirized Ke Ze, "Trash! Trash that you can't even face your own illness!"

Ke Ze ignored him, but his movements became slower and slower, obviously exhausted.

Wen Xiao hid on the stairs, biting his lip and dared not make a sound.

He will be fine, he must be fine...

In a blink of an eye, Ke Ze had already suffered a few more terrifying sword wounds, and his body's functions continued to slip.

His weakness was seen by Alan, but when Ke Ze thought he was going to take the opportunity to kill himself, the blond man suddenly closed his hand, his expression particularly arrogant.

"Keze, cure the disease, I will come to you again!"

Alan left this sentence coldly, and disappeared into the castle with a flash of figure.