Chapter 394 Familiar Camouflage Props

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Bang bang bang... One hand was covering his throat, and the other hand was beating his chest vigorously. The middle-aged man was hunched over, looking very painful. This time I wasn't pretending, it was because I swallowed a mouthful of cheese and choked on it.

It's that person... Little Carol glanced and confirmed the middle-aged man's true identity. Although her attention was previously focused on the big man who didn't give up the bread, under Tang En's teachings, it was a natural habit to observe the scene, whether intentionally or unintentionally. What's more, the cheese with raisins that the young man swore to before was clearly there...

But even though she saw through the other person's disguise, little Carol didn't have any other ideas. She didn't know the young man at all, and she didn't have the idea that the enemy of her enemy was her friend, so she turned around and left after seeing him. .

"Ahem...water...ahem..."

This middle-aged man is really tragic, because he just saw the little girl's fierce performance, and now he suddenly sees the real person, he will inevitably be frightened, and because he raised his head, he accidentally swallowed the whole mouthful of cheese... It is naturally impossible to choke to death. After all, cheese is still soft, but the feeling of suffocation that stays in the throat and can't go down is really torturous. The middle-aged man beat his chest and stamped his feet, feeling really embarrassed.

Little Carol paused, turned her cold eyes and stared at her for a while, landed lightly, took out the kettle from the small cloth bag, opened the lid and handed it over.

Grabbing it, the middle-aged man raised his head and drank it hard without caring about the others, gurgling, gurgling... That posture was like a bottle of poison placed in front of him, and he would choose to drink it first without hesitation.

"Tsk..." After a moment, the middle-aged man drank every drop of the water, took a deep breath, patted his chest, burped again, and then handed the bottle back, thanking him endlessly, "Thank you, thank you. ...You are my savior."

Little Carol didn't respond. She took the kettle, looked down at the obvious mark of saliva on the mouth of the bottle, and pursed her lips.

The middle-aged man also saw this situation. He was just drinking water and didn't have time to pay attention to these details. He scratched his head uncharacteristically and said with shame: "This... I'm really sorry. Otherwise, I will buy you another one." Bar."

Shaking her head, little Carol took out a cloth and wiped it, sealed the bottle cap, and put it into a small cloth bag. After doing all this, she turned around and left.

"Uh..." Putting his palms on his head, the middle-aged man was a little dazed and stared blankly at the short figure leaving. But after walking a few steps, little Carol paused suddenly, turned around again, frowned slightly, and stared at the middle-aged man's face with a look of confusion.

"What, what's wrong?"

Pursing her lips, little Carol said thoughtfully: "You were choking just now, why was your face so red..." This is a question. In the situation just now, because of the suffocation, your face should be red. Just flush.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man subconsciously touched his face and blinked, "This, that... Oh, that's because I'm sick and have a weak constitution, so my face looks like this. Well, that's right. Ahem...look, it's very serious, ahem..."

Little Carol ignored the other party's poor acting skills and still muttered to herself: "It shouldn't be like this... You are wearing a disguise mask, so you shouldn't be able to see your face. But now you are showing a light red color, this kind of disguise prop only……"

After thinking about something, little Carol took half a step forward, her frosty little face became extremely serious: "Well, where did you get it from?"

W-what's going on? She seems to have noticed that I'm wearing a disguise, but what this means... uh, does it mean that I'm too advanced? Could it be that she wanted to rob... The middle-aged man's mind was spinning, and his heart was in a state of turmoil, but on the surface he had a blank look on his face: "What? What did I get?"

When Little Carol heard this, her face became even colder. She looked at the other party seriously, tilted the sickle in her right hand slightly, and took another step: "Where did you get it?"

Taking a step back, lowering his arms, the middle-aged man stared at the sickle, tensed his body, and forced a smile: "Haha, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive... Uh, do you want to ask where you bought this cheese? ……wipe!"

Before he finished speaking, the crescent moon blade light rushed towards him. The middle-aged man cursed and turned around and ran away without hesitation. What the hell is this?

…

In the alleyway, several big men from the Blood Knife Society were still searching. If you look down from above, you will find that there are many such teams, almost all over the area.

"Damn it, where did that little bastard go!" A rather irritable big man waved his machete in the air and cursed angrily.

A person next to him shook his head: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to find. The terrain here is too complicated. It would take a long time to find any place to hide."

"Look for her even if you can't find her! If we don't kill her, our Blood Knife Guild won't have to hang around anymore."

"That's right. Fortunately, she doesn't seem to be familiar with the situation here. We just need to be patient..."

"Shh..." Before he finished speaking, the big man suddenly made a pause gesture, looked back and forth at the empty alley, and frowned slightly, "Did you hear anything?"

"Sound? What sound?" The irritable man asked in surprise, and then his face changed, and he heard a hissing sound, like the roar of the wind, which was getting clearer and clearer...

Suddenly, everyone subconsciously raised their heads. Whoosh... A figure jumped over the alleyway, landed accurately on the wall on the other side, and then quickly turned around and waved its arms. Hiss, hiss, hiss... densely packed half-moon blades spun out and enveloped the rear from all angles.

Then a rather angry voice sounded, "Don't chase me. It's a misunderstanding. I don't even know you..."

Before the half-moon blade had completely crossed the alleyway, a short figure jumped from the other side with a sickle held high, and appeared in the sight of the big men.

"It's her!" As soon as the screams started coming from below, the metallic luster of the sickle suddenly erupted with green fighting spirit, and then the short figure in the air and the crescent moon sword light like a horse, slashed at the incoming figure. Half Moon Blade.

Ding, ding, ding...

There was a dense sound of impact like iron being struck, and the fit blade shot straight out from the middle. The spinning half-moon blade was like a small animal that was frightened by a wild beast, and fled in all directions. The force of the sword's glare had not subsided. After breaking out of the encirclement, it slashed at the wall on one side of the alleyway.

boom……

Under the desperate gazes of the big men below, half of the wall crashed down, causing dust to fly. Whoosh, in this dusty mist, little Carol quickly rushed out. Her flowing black hair and frosty face were all stained with a little dust, but her stubborn clear water eyes did not move at all, they were persistent and determined.

"You...you lunatic!" The middle-aged man's face was extremely tangled when he saw this. He kicked off the wall and backed away helplessly.

It was definitely frustrating. This battle was going on really inexplicably. Even now, the middle-aged man doesn’t know why. And when it comes to fighting spirit, the middle-aged man has the upper hand over the opponent. But the current situation of the battle was not like this. Whenever he wanted to burst out his fighting spirit and crush him directly, he was interrupted by the opponent's ghostly figure and desperate fighting style. And if you want to fight in close quarters and take advantage of your rich combat experience, the opponent's sickle attacks are even more weird. They always come from various incredible angles, making it difficult to prevent.

But since he couldn't take it down and couldn't afford to offend her, he could always hide and run away. But the little girl's speed surprised him again. To say they are evenly matched is to put gold in one's own face. The opponent's explosive power even threatens to overwhelm him, making it impossible to get rid of him.

Look, here it comes again... He turned sideways to avoid a knife that shrank to the ground. The middle-aged man rolled around on the ground several times in embarrassment. He didn't have time to get up, and jumped to the side to avoid the knife in the head.

"Nah, it's almost done!" He moved his sleeves, pulled out a dagger to block the attack, and took advantage of the opportunity to take a few steps back. "Seeing as you are a child, I can't bear to attack you. If you do it again, I'll be really rude... Just rub it!"

As if he hadn't heard it before, the light of the crescent blade swung out in a wonderful arc from bottom to top. When it fell into the air, he stepped forward and turned his wrist. The sickle dragged on the wall, leaving a deep carving along with gravel and dust. Cut off the head and face.

"You are forcing me to go crazy. I can tell you responsibly that the consequences of my going crazy will be serious..." The endless attacks gradually made the middle-aged man lose his patience, his face darkened, and he began to prepare for a counterattack.

It is true that he is very embarrassed now, but if he puts aside everything and starts a desperate fight, he may get injured, or even seriously injured, but he will definitely be able to defeat his opponent. It was because it was not necessary before, but now it is necessary. After all, blindly avoiding things passively will only lead to a deeper desperate situation.

"Okay, mother! Isn't it just hard work? Uncle Arthur will let you see what it means... eh?"

Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, the never-ending attack suddenly stopped, and the sword shadows in the sky disappeared. A few meters away, little Carol appeared holding a sickle and frowned: "Your name is Arthur too?"

"Nonsense!" The middle-aged man took a few steps back, still looking wary, "What do you mean..."

Interrupting the conversation, little Carol then asked: "Do you know Brother Tang En? Your mask was given to you by Brother Tang En?"

"Tang En...brother?" The change of tone was very obvious. The middle-aged man opened his mouth with a ridiculous face. He stretched out his trembling fingers and stammered, "You, you, you, you... you are Tang En." The guy’s younger sister?”

Snapped! He clapped his hands and jumped up immediately, "Oh no, it must be... I said where could the child be so perverted? It turned out to be the perverted sister... Ahem, that's what, I didn't mean that... Haha, I'm familiar with that guy Tang En. We met more than two months ago. By the way, I gave him his pitted dagger, Black Meteor Iron Mother. It makes me feel bad to think about it now... Well, this Have you sent the letter?"

Tilting her head, little Carol seemed to have recalled something, her cold eyes lit up, and she said hesitantly: "Are you the wretched thief that brother Tang En said, Jack?"

The overjoyed middle-aged man suddenly fell silent, his expression collapsed, and after a while, he roared.

"Nah! He is wretched, his whole family is wretched..." (To be continued.)