Strange World Survival Manual

"Brother Li, this person is very weird. You'd better deal with him less frequently in the future." Zhang Yuan took a sip of tea and looked at Li Si.

Seeing what Zhang Yuan said, Li Si nodded slightly, and then asked a little strangely: "Why didn't you agree when that person asked you?"

When a normal person sees the promise of the young man in black, he will definitely agree quickly. He can't understand why Zhang Yuan refuses. After all, it can be regarded as a fortune.

Hearing Li Si's inquiry, Zhang Yuan shook his head: "He promised me these things just because he values ​​you. Even if I go, I will just make up for it. How can I get reuse?"

Li Si laughed when he saw what Zhang Yuan said. In fact, there are few people who can see through things like Zhang Yuan. But how many people can really let it go?

Thinking of this, he had some appreciation for Zhang Yuan.

At this time, the servant who brought them in came over, bowed and said: "You two gentlemen, I have prepared a room for you, please come with me."

"Okay, you can lead the way." Li Si smiled, and then he and Zhang Yuan followed the servant's footsteps.

And just when Li Si and Li Si were taken to the wing, in another corner of Zetian Mansion, a middle-aged man with a long beard walked into the courtyard of his house.

"You're here." A voice suddenly reached the middle-aged man's ears, startling him.

"Who!" The middle-aged man looked towards where the sound came from, only to see a man in black wearing a bamboo hat sitting in his pavilion.

When he saw the man in black, he frowned slightly. Before the man made a sound, he almost realized that it was as if he didn't exist at all.

"What a brilliant hiding technique. What do you want from Mo?" the middle-aged man asked politely, cupping his hands towards the man in black.

"Sword Master? Mo Qiubai?" The man in black looked at the middle-aged man.

"Yes, that's right." The middle-aged man frowned slightly. This man's words made him feel very uncomfortable, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Hi, Sword Master." The man in black suddenly sneered, as if something ridiculous had happened to him.

Hearing the scoffing voice in black clothes, Mo Qiubai became a little angry, and his face turned cold. He was so polite to this person, and yet he dared to laugh at him. It seemed that he was coming from an evil person.

Seeing Mo Qiubai's angry look, the man in black chuckled: "I followed my young master's orders and came to break your hands. If you know what's going on, just cut off your hands yourself, saving me the trouble of doing it myself. After all, I can control it." Don’t hold back your strength.”

"No, I think you should get it yourself." Mo Qiubai's face turned cold, and a long sword was already unsheathed.

"I really don't know what's good." The man in black sighed, got up and walked towards Mo Qiubai.

Seeing the man in black approaching, Mo Qiubai's eyes narrowed slightly, the sword in his hand suddenly folded, and the sunlight reflected along the blade into the eyes of the man in black.

Dazzled by the light, the man in black turned his head slightly to avoid the light.

"Be careful!"

At this time, Mo Qiubai shouted, the sword turned into a clear shadow, and stabbed the man in black in the chest.

The man in black was startled when he heard the sound, turned his body sideways, and the long sword immediately left a gash in the clothes in front of him.

Seeing the hole in the clothes on his chest, he was a little scared. If Mo Qiubai hadn't shouted like a fool, he would have capsized in the gutter.

Thinking of this, the man in black showed an angry look on his face, grabbed the sword in his hand, and kicked Mo Qiubai hard in the stomach.

Mo Qiubai was kicked in the stomach and flew backwards. He fell to the ground and vomited out a mouthful of blood. There was a look of disbelief in his eyes. He did not expect that he had used a trick to sneak attack, and this person could actually escape.

At the same time, he also felt some regret in his heart. He should not have shouted to show his integrity at that time, otherwise this person would have died.

"You are quite capable." The man in black sneered and threw the sword aside.

At this time, you can see that his hands are shining, and he is actually wearing a pair of gloves made of metal wire.

Mo Qiubai stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the man in black: "I don't know how I provoked your young master, and let such a master come to trouble me."

After saying this, his expression suddenly paused and he asked doubtfully: "Could it be that the scholar who had a conflict with my son today is your young master?"

Hearing Mo Qiubai say the word "scholar", the man in black's expression changed slightly and sneered, "I don't know what you are talking about, but my young master has nothing to do with a scholar."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards Mo Qiubai, rubbing his hands together and making a harsh sound.

"Wait a minute, I'm willing to use my hands without you." Mo Qiubai said quickly when he saw him coming over.

At this moment he had given up the idea of ​​fighting this man. Although he had only fought with this man for a moment, he already knew that this man's martial arts was very strong. Not to mention that he had lost his weapon and was unable to fight against him.

Now that he has taken the initiative to destroy his hands, he may still be able to save his life.

"Then cut off your hands." After hearing Mo Qiubai's words, the man in black stopped and looked at him calmly.

Seeing the man in black stop, Mo Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at his hands, with a look of pain in his eyes. If he destroyed his hands, he would no longer be able to hold a sword, and his reputation as a sword master would also be lost. Fall aside.

"Wait a minute." Just as Mo Qiubai gritted his teeth and was about to use up his hands, the man in black suddenly stopped him.

Hearing the voice of the man in black, Mo Qiubai stopped what he was doing and looked at him. He didn't understand why this man wanted to stop him. Did he still want to take his own life?

"My young master asked me to cripple your hands, but he didn't say to what extent." Seeing Mo Qiubai stop his movements, the man in black laughed.

Hearing what he said, Mo Qiubai's eyes showed a look of surprise. From the words of the man in black, he knew that he could still keep his hands.

It's just that he is a little confused as to why this young master has given him this task, so he still goes against it.

But these things have nothing to do with him. He only knows that he can still keep his hands, and he will still be the powerful swordsman in the world in a few months.

Thinking of this, a fierce look flashed in his eyes and he bumped his hands.

Following this collision, his hands fell limp and powerless.

"Are you satisfied?" Mo Qiubai looked at the man in black with cold sweat on his forehead.

"You are a man, but it's a pity that your martial arts are like juggling." The man in black laughed, and then the figure flew up like a swallow, passed over the wall, and disappeared.

Mo Qiubai was left standing there with a gloomy expression.

I still owe three updates. I missed one day last week, so I plan to make up for those two updates. There is another update that is an addition to last week’s 1,000 recommendation votes.

...I haven’t saved the manuscript now, I’ll make it up in a few days. Finally, I wish everyone a happy Chinese Valentine’s Day!