Chapter 4 - I didn't do it!

Zhao Heng sacrificed the first dice and took out ten more mysterious crystals.

 The dice absorb the mysterious crystal to rotate.

 "Wow!"

 "A little bit!"

 Seeing this familiar point, Zhao Heng was a little helpless.

 He has probably guessed that the probability of each point of this dice is different, and the probability of one point is the greatest.

 One point is to randomly steal any item within a radius of ten miles.

 Zhao Heng immediately used his skills.

 The next moment.

 "Crack!"

 There was an extra piece of gravel at Zhao Heng's feet.

 Zhao Heng shook his head helplessly, sure enough, there is nothing good in this barren mountain range.

 He took out ten Xuanjing dice again, and went to steal a little skill.

 "Use skills!"

 "Crack!"

 "Gravel +1"

 Zhao Heng was completely speechless. At the same time, he also noticed that the gravel was stained with bright red blood, which was probably left by some beasts.

 "Bad luck!"

 With a sneer, Zhao Heng decided to roll the dice one last time.

 "For the last time, take a chance."

 The dice were rolled, and it was still a little bit.

 But Zhao Heng noticed that the number above one point had become "x10" and exuded a silver glow.

 Coupled with the stealing skills used this month, Zhao Heng has made a total of ten steals.,

 "The accumulation of Qi luck has been successful, is it used immediately?"

 Zhao Heng's heart moved, and he couldn't help but think of the scene where he used his luck to extract and get Deacon Liu's package.

 "Luck is also very magical. Although this is a barren mountain, you might be able to get some good things. If you get a Breitling grass, it will be great!"

 Zhao Heng thought expectantly, and at the same time ordered: "Use Qi luck to steal!"

 "Om...!"

 As the dice bloomed with a silver light, suddenly a black light fell in the void.

 "Swish...!"

 "Puff...!"

 Zhao Heng, who was squatting on the ground, only felt a cold under his crotch, a black and shiny short knife with a short handle and a sharp blade.

 Just stick it straight between Zhao Heng's legs, one millimeter short, and Zhao Heng can become a "njjman".

 "Damn it!"

 Zhao Heng was stunned for a moment, then jumped up, staring at the short knife stuck on the ground.

 He found that the blade of the knife was stained with blood, and the blood flowed along the blade, and it was still a little warm, obviously fresh blood that had just been contaminated.

 Thinking of it again, the scope of stealing skills is only a radius of ten miles.

 Zhao Heng's heart suddenly burst, "Is there someone nearby hunting mysterious beasts?"Those who dare to act late at night are all masters."

 Zhao Heng suddenly became a little anxious. The other party was not far from him, and he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend.

 If the other party finds this cave and finds out that he has stolen his knife, he will definitely kill himself.

 Although this possibility is very low, Zhao Heng's persecuted delusional episodes, as long as there is a trace of danger, will be infinitely magnified.

 "No, no, we must plan ahead!"

 Zhao Heng immediately wiped the blood stains on the short knife with leaves, and thought about wrapping the blade with something to avoid being discovered.

 As soon as I took out my pocket, I actually found the embroidered red bellyband I got a month ago.

 Regardless of the 3721, Zhao Heng wrapped the blade of the knife with his belly pocket, pinned it to his waist, and continued to arrange some defensive measures in the cave.

 ...

 But he said that Zhao Heng was busy in the cave at the same time.

 On the mountain a few miles away, two figures rose and fell like rabbits, running at extreme speed.

 The man who escaped in front of him was dressed in a black outfit, with short hair and narrow face, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

 The person chasing behind him was wearing a long moon-white dress. From the curve of the figure reflected in the moonlight, it could be seen that it was a woman.

 At this moment, the man in black fled at full speed, while covering his right shoulder with his left hand, his entire right arm had been cut off by Qi Gen.

 "Damn it, which bastard stole my knife!""

 The man in black gritted his teeth, his eyes erupting with anger.

 When he fought against the woman just now, he had clearly gained an advantage.

 At a critical moment, the full force of a knife, even if it does not cost the opponent's life, it can also cause it to be severely hit.

 Unexpectedly, at a close call, the black golden leopard-headed knife in his hand actually disappeared out of thin air, causing him to be cut off an arm.

 The man who had lost his arm with a knife and was seriously injured and defeated could only flee unwillingly.

 Fortunately, his light body skills were so clever that he was not chased by the opponent for a while.

 "It can't go on like this. That woman is so tight. Although she was hit by my dizziness before, she can still suppress the toxicity. Now I am seriously injured and I can't run for too long."

 After weighing in his heart, the man in black suddenly had an idea.

 "By the way, I remember there was a cave at the foot of the mountain before.

 Simply hide in the cave, if the woman dares to chase after her, Lao Tzu will poison her in the cave and yin her!"

 After making up his mind, the man in black exerted force under his feet, his speed increased by three points, and he swept towards the foot of the mountain at extreme speed.

 Seeing the snow-white figure behind him, he also accelerated the pursuit.

 The two chased after each other, and in a moment, they had already reached the foot of the mountain.

 The man in black followed his memory and rushed to the vicinity of the cave. He took a closer look, but saw that the cave was blocked by a pile of stones.

 He was puzzled in his heart, and he didn't have time to think about it. He rushed to the entrance of the hole in a few steps and blasted out with a punch.

 "Wow...!"

 The gravel tumbled and collapsed, and the man rushed into the cave in one step.

 Dust from the top of his head fell on his head, face, hands... the skin suddenly felt a violent burning sensation.

 "Ah...!"

 The man suddenly screamed.

 "Corpse powder!"

 He rushed forward a few steps abruptly, shaking his whole body, throwing away a large amount of powder, but he was still corroded into a large area of wound.

 "Who, who is Yin Lao Tzu!"

 The man roared in anger, so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

 And just as his voice fell, a voice came weakly from his side.

 "No...I didn't do it."

 "Hmm...?"

 The man was taken aback and stared to his side.

 "Hula...!"

 Before I could see the figure in the darkness clearly, another cloud of flying ash sprinkled into my eyes, tingling hotly.

 "Ah...!"

 The man screamed, and at the same time he sensed the evil wind in front of him. He subconsciously dodged sideways. Although he avoided the key point, he was still stabbed in the shoulder by a sharp weapon.

 He shot like lightning, clasping the opponent's blade, and the moment he touched his hand, he keenly realized that this weapon was his own black golden leopard head knife.

 "It turned out that you did it!"

 The man's face was distorted, he roared, and a huge force was born in his hand, he regained the short knife, and slashed it in front of him.

 At this moment, a figure in front of the man looked at the light of the knife drawn at extreme speed, his eyes were full of horror.

 This person was Zhao Heng. When he got this bloody short knife before, he was anxious and used corpse powder to cover the danger. He hid in the corner and attacked the knife with lime.

 I thought I could kill this swift guest on the spot.

 Unexpectedly, the opponent was ridiculously strong, even if he suffered such a serious injury, he could still counterattack.

 The opponent's knife was too fast, and Zhao Heng couldn't dodge it at all.

 He subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but only the "red bellyband" that had been used to wrap the blade before was in his hand.

 The man's knife happened to be across his belly and slashed on Zhao Heng's shoulder.

 In the dark night, a hint of mysterious brilliance bloomed in the belly.

 Zhao Heng only felt that the power of that sword was divided by some kind of force and turned into a strong thrust, pushing him out.

 Zhao Heng rolled to the ground and looked at the red bellyband in his hand in shock. This thing was actually a treasure!

 Before it was too late to be surprised, the one-armed man in black, holding a short knife, rushed towards him like crazy.

 "Not good!"

 Zhao Heng was shocked and was waiting to escape.

 "Scoff!"

 Hearing only a piercing sound, the black-clothed man's forward momentum suddenly froze.

 At this time, his chest had been pierced by a cold sword blade, but the man still stared roundly, looking straight ahead, his eyes full of resentment, unwillingness and anger!

 Drawing out his long sword, the man in black fell down in response. Behind him stood a tall and graceful figure, with a pair of cold and sharp eyes, sweeping towards Zhao Heng in the cave.

 At this time, Zhao Heng was crawling on the ground with his body, and his feet were "twitching" one after another. After a few twitches, his eyes rolled and his body became stiff and motionless.

 It seemed that the man in black had been slashed to death by a knife just now.

 However, seeing this scene, there was a faint cold light in those cold eyes.

 "Since you want to die so much, I will give you a ride!"

 Feeling a touch of sword light approaching, Zhao Heng, who pretended to be dead and failed, quickly got up with a shiver and handed in his hand.

 "Don't, don't, don't, the heroine, spare your life, I am a good person, a good person!"

 Through the moonlight projected outside the cave, Zhao Heng could see the woman's appearance clearly.

 Her face is beautiful, her eyes are like autumn waves, and her long hair flows like a waterfall, falling on the curve of her tall and graceful posture. The breeze blows the woman's snow-white dress, like a goddess walking from a painting.

 "So beautiful!"

 Zhao Heng couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart. This was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his two lives. She was simply a "realistic version of the fairy sister."

 While Zhao Heng was looking at the woman, the other party was also looking at him.

 At this time, Zhao Heng had unkempt hair and blood on his face, a handful of quicklime in his left hand, a bottle of corpse powder in his right hand, and a big red bellyband hanging from his shoulder.

 At this moment, the dull gaze in his eyes was startled, and against the background of this shape, there was an evil and wretched smell no matter how he looked at it.

 "Huh, you are not a good thing to see, you must be a demon demon, and you will die!""

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