Killing

You can see there is no grade number on his wrist. He must be the young master of some family. He must have lost touch with his servants.

He looked at Jiang jie's wrist, then pulled out an iron sword and strode over.

"Old three, calm down. I have a bad feeling about this."

Before that feel jiang jie has two down son slant thin man immediately remind way.

"Hum, second brother, you are so timid, you two look good, I will kill this boy? 32??"

This person not only did not listen to the companion to dissuade, but accelerated the pace toward Jiang Jie walked in the past, in his eyes, in front of this do not know the unrestrained hair boy, but still a child, he can be solved in minutes.

The last of them, except for himself and the thin man, did not speak, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.