"So now, should you choose to let me kill you, or not, or just kill you like this?" Zhang Jiao asked.

Zhang Banxian kept vomiting blood from his mouth, and the blood foam stuck to the corners of his mouth, dripping down drippingly. His chest and abdomen were rolling, and he was suppressed by Zhang Jiao's momentum, and there was a kind of pain of death and pain, again and again, as if he had died once, he came back to life and continued to die.

This is the pressure brought by Zhang Jiao, which reacts from the mind until it appears on the **.

"Cough cough..." Zhang Banxian coughed dryly, not saliva, but blood.

He is extremely weak and extremely fragile now. Originally, Zhang Banxian was not so fragile, he still has some strength, and this strength is enough to deal with most players, but when facing Zhang Jiao, this strength is nothing.

"It should be how you chose it?" Zhang Banxian said.

He understood that his life was not in his own hands, but in Zhang Jiao's hands. So now, no matter how Zhang Banxian chooses, the final decision is in Zhang Jiao's hands.

"Now, Zhang Yan should have arrived, right?" Zhang Banxian murmured to himself.

Among the entire Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, there is only one Zhang Yan, and only one Zhang Yan, who is extremely alert to his existence. So Zhang Banxian knew what decision Zhang Yan would make when he returned to the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army. This was also the decision made by Zhang Banxian. Therefore, the Yellow Turban forces in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army would follow Zhang Yan's orders and rush to Guangzong City to help.

"So that's it." Zhang Jiao said lightly. His eyes penetrated the night before him and saw the actions of the Yellow Turban Army in Nanyang. They were staying very close to Guangzong City, and then marched quickly, coming towards Guangzong City.

"Is this your choice? Whether you succeed or not, you want to keep things that cannot be achieved as you want."

"So that's it." Zhang Jiao sighed.

His figure, the shadow left on the ground, had already left the ground where his shadow was. The black shadow just left and became a separate place. The black arm stretched out with a horn. The dagger in his hand was black, and only the shadow and the shape of the dagger were reflected.

However, he was so sharp that the cold light existed all the time, constantly reminding that it was not a simple shadow. This was a shadow that could kill a person. Even if this shadow belongs to his master himself, it was like this, another figure appeared among the shadows that only belonged to Zhang Jiao.

Qi Sha was like an existence that broke in inadvertently. Without the consent of the master and without any notice, he broke in.

This is not love, not an incident in which one person breaks into another person's life, nor is it a thief who breaks into an empty door and into an unguarded family. The intrusion of Qi Sha is with a bloody aura. He once broke into the lives of countless people and walked out again. All that remains are death and blood in the ground.

If it were someone else, Qi Sha would not use this shadow to kill. Instead of using shadow to kill others, he actually prefers to bathe in blood with his own hands, feel the despair of others, and witness the blooming of death in his own hands.

This is not in line with his always-off habits, and Qi Sha himself doesn't like it either, but when there is a goal that makes you desperate, he has to choose a way he doesn't like.

Zhang Jiao is as close as a mountain, but it cannot be removed no matter what. This is not a story of Yugong moving mountains. Qi Sha is not Yugong. Similarly, he has no way to have so much time to remove Zhang Jiao who is as mountains in front of him. For killers, the most lacking is often time, and the most lacking is often time. It is not much time to kill a person, but if you want to wait until the moment of killing, behind this, you don’t know how much time it takes to wait and make it happen.

A killer cherishes the quicksand of time in his hand and is extremely wasteful. They may have spent a long wait to exchange for that moment, only a moment of time. But so what? As long as they can kill the targets they want to kill, it is worth it, and it is worth their waiting.

Squandering time, when the opportunity comes, it cherishes it extremely. What the so-called killer wants to seize is this moment, this flash of opportunity. If you can't grasp it, it means that the time you squandered before is meaningless, it means death. If you grasp it, then it is unknown who will live and die.

Qi Sha was in his heart without any sorrow or joy, no joy of killing Zhang Jiao, and no worries about not being able to kill. Only by completely hiding his emotions, regardless of the process or the result, can he complete the tasks in his hand excellently.

Qikill is a killer, an excellent killer, the owner of the killer building. Only by knowing how to kill people better than other killers can you sit in your current position and even avoid being killed by others.

Wait until the end, and when it comes, there is no need to wait. Any hesitation or fear will cause doubt in the heart and finally make the opportunity disappear.

There is only one chance, especially when facing a back like Zhang Jiao, who can squeeze a person.

So Qi Sha didn't hesitate. At this moment when he was not paid attention, he raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it forward. In the shadow, he poked out from Zhang Jiao's shadow. The dagger condensed from nothingness, as dark as ink, without any luster, and without any sharpness.

He stabbed down violently, which was the action made by Qisha. The dagger stabbed into the air fiercely. There was nothing there, and he seemed to be killing the air. But that's not all, because Zhang Jiao was close at hand, Qisha was hidden in his shadow, and could see Zhang Jiao, which was within reach. The dagger could stab into Zhang Jiao's body in just one moment.

Zhang Jiao seemed to have no feelings. He only cared about Zhang Banxian in front of him. Qi Sha had been forgotten in the corner. So when the outline of Qi Sha in the shadow, Zhang Jiao still didn't notice it.

The dagger emerged like that, from shadow to substance. It suddenly stabbed Zhang Jiao's back heart without hesitation, without pause, and without being noticed.

With the purest murderous intent, Qi Sha only kills Zhang Jiao and kills Zhang Jiao! This is like Jing Ke assassinating the King of Qin, and like Gai Nie Changjie to avenge people, they only have one word.

That is, kill!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!