Rebirth and Revenge: The Black-bellied Prostitute

Just when everyone was relaxing, an evil god descended from heaven, a group of masked men in black clothes, appeared in front of Xia Chiwan and Bu Zhanfeng.

Seeing this situation, Xia Chiwan looked at Bu Zhanfeng suspiciously.

Could it be that in Bu Zhanfeng's plan, two groups of people were prepared just in case?

If so, it would be really troublesome, after all, two of the three hidden guards around her had left, leaving only one.

Can one person resist the viciousness in front of him?

When Xia Chiwan saw Bu Zhanfeng's equally surprised and stunned eyes, Xia Chiwan knew that the people in front of him should have nothing to do with Bu Zhanfeng.

This batch is really killing gods, completely different from the previous batch of punks.

Those gangsters, in front of this group of killing gods, have no value at all.

As soon as these killing gods appeared, they aimed at the target—Xia Chiwan, and drew their swords to face each other.

The back of the sword, like a flat mirror, reflected the dazzling light of the sun, making Xia Chiwan unable to open his eyes.

Just like that, Xia Chiwan could feel the murderous aura all over his body, which made all the muscles in Xia Chiwan's body tense and his hairs stood on end.

These people really don't seem to be recruited by Bu Zhanfeng. After all, before Qiuwei, Bu Zhanfeng, who hadn't set foot in the officialdom, didn't have such a big hand in front of him!

Although Xia Chiwan guessed that these people in front of him were not found by Bu Zhanfeng.

However, Xia Chiwan seemed to be unable to escape the catastrophe before him.

Bu Zhanfeng yelled inwardly. Of course, these people couldn't come for him, a poor scholar. Xia Chiwan was their target.

Bu Zhanfeng was worried that if the city gate caught fire, it would affect the fish in the pond.

The only remaining hidden guard stood in front of Xia Chiwan, but his fists and legs were against his four feet.

When those gods of killing came in front of Xia Chiwan, Xia Chiwan's hidden guards, although highly skilled, could not stop the enemy from attacking Xia Chiwan from all directions.

Seeing this situation, Bu Zhanfeng gritted his teeth, not knowing whether he should run, or continue to fight with his injuries.

After thinking about it, Bu Zhanfeng didn't leave, but let out a loud drink.

"Second Miss Xia, hide well, don't be accidentally injured."

Then, Bu Zhanfeng was ready to fight, not daring to deal with these killers in front of him with the idle heart before, and became a little more serious.

In the blink of an eye, the cold sword has already tasted the sweetness of blood.

Seeing the sudden chaos, it was impossible for Zhou Xuanchu and Li Xuzhi to continue watching the play.

However, both of them tacitly covered their faces with a piece of cloth, and then they went down to help.

With the help of Zhou Xuanchu and Li Xuzhi, Xia Chi Wanzhifang, who was originally at a disadvantage, immediately became evenly matched.

Originally, Zhou Xuanchu still held a relatively relaxed mind, after all Zhou Xuanchu still had great confidence in himself.

But after just a dozen, Zhou Xuanchu's eyebrows frowned.

There are two kinds of killers in the world.

One is an ordinary killer who will leave if the mission fails.

Another kind of killer is called a dead man.

Regardless of whether the mission is completed or not, these killers will never stop dying!

And what Xia Chiwan met in front of her was the latter, the dead man!

Just as Zhou Xuanchu expected, these dead men in front of them may not be very capable, but they are indomitable.

Even if he was wounded by a sword, he never flinched, unless he died of breath.

It is said that those who are vertical are afraid of those who are horizontal, and those who are horizontal are afraid of death.

Thinking of the difficulties of the dead, even Zhou Xuanchu felt his scalp go numb.