Chapter 1890 The pathetic villain
The shameless man felt that the outside of his wrist was so hot that he couldn't bear it anymore, and he started howling!
But inside, he was completely unconscious!
The coward who wanted to launch a sneak attack suddenly felt that there was a strange energy brewing behind Long Aotian.
They all rushed over and found that a small white flame was burning in Long Aotian's hand behind his back!
Flame! White!
The coward immediately backed away in fear.
Yes, he's good at retreating.
Because his attack patterns, habits, muscle memory, and the way his brain reacts... have all been developed through training.
When he realized that he would be in danger from this attack, his first reaction was to retreat and escape, and then look for a way from a distance to attack secretly next time, which would give him an advantage without getting hurt.
It was for this reason that he almost instinctively sold out his teammates.
Long Aotian looked shameless with a cold expression.
He screamed shamelessly and found that the long sword that pierced Long Aotian's body was burning and freezing rapidly!
He had never seen such a weird thing in his life!
The flame was clearly burning, but it was frighteningly white, and the sword was quickly covered by frost and even began to freeze!
He quickly let go of her hand, his face pale with fear.
Long Aotian snorted coldly, lifted his wrist and twisted it, snapping it.
Shameless saw it!
He saw his broken wrist, and there was not even any blood on the wound!
It's all ice!
His wrist was as fragile as an ice cream and was easily broken.
Long Aotian no longer paid any attention to the shameless man, but turned to look at the coward.
The coward squatted not far away, maintaining a defensive posture, looking at Long Aotian in horror.
Long Aotian pulled out the broken sword blade from his chest and threw it on the ground. There was a small stone on the ground where the sword tip fell. The moment the sword tip touched the stone, it broke into dozens of pieces with a click, like small mirrors, scattered on the ground.
"So scared?"
Long Aotian looked at the coward: "Have you ever seen a fight like this?"
"You've forgotten what real combat is like. You've become accustomed to running away and sneaking up on people every time. This is the price you pay."
"You can only get false satisfaction by bullying the weak. Do you think you can keep doing this?"
"Are you still satisfied with how you just sold out your teammates and fled in such a hurry?"
The shameless guy behind didn't move at all.
He discovered that at his broken wrist... the cold energy was spreading.
He panicked.
He completely lacked the courage and dignity of a warrior and was completely frightened and panicked. His mind could no longer think of any response measures, only fear and panic.
Long Aotian looked at him and said, "The White Emperor Fire will gradually freeze you to death. Do you want to live? Don't you still have half of the sword? Hurry up and cut off your arm yourself."
Shamelessly he picked up the broken sword, raised it high, and shouted, "Ah——!"
But the sword stopped at the shoulder.
He was shaking, he was afraid, he was crying.
His expression made Long Aotian feel disgusted. It was an extremely cowardly expression.
He looked at Long Aotian: "Can you please stop burning me... I was wrong, I'm sorry! I know I was wrong, I... I... I can't bring myself to do it..."
Long Aotian looked at him:
"What right do you have to complain, a piece of shit like you? It's clearly you who's spineless and afraid to face this world, afraid to face direct conflict, competition, and danger. Yet you act as if this world has wronged you."
"Take a piss and look at your face. What do you look like now? Isn't it natural for someone like you to have a bad life?"
"Hurry up and cut it! Once the White Emperor Fire freezes your heart meridians, you're dead. Lose your arm or die. It's a simple choice."
Shamelessly kneeling on the ground, she cried, "Please, Brother Long, please forgive me. I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong! Forgive me, and I will be your slave from now on. I, I, I... I will lead your horse and hold the stirrups for you... I will not hesitate to cross mountains and seas. I am willing to be your pawn, to be used by you, for you... I will charge into battle for you... "
“Hahahaha…Ahahahahaha…”
Long Aotian laughed loudly towards the sky:
"I, Long Aotian, stand proudly between heaven and earth. Why would I need someone like you to charge into battle for me? Shameless as you are, you wouldn't even dare to wade through fire and water for yourself, so how could you possibly bravely move forward for me? And you're still working like a slave. Trash like you will only ruin my reputation!"
Long Aotian suddenly flew into a rage: "Cut it off! Where's your arrogance from just now!? Don't you have your own set of theories?! Do you have the courage to cut off your own arm!"
It was beyond Long Aotian's expectation.
These kinds of people, who have always taken advantage of others by means of violence and low-level tricks, dare not get angry or resist when they are oppressed by even stronger violence.
They train themselves, and unknowingly, over the years, they become deeply enslaved.
He was so shameless at this moment that he didn't have the courage to cut off his own arm, nor did he have the courage to resist Long Aotian.
He could only feel fear, and that fear made his soul disappear. He only wanted to seek Long Aotian's mercy and forgiveness.
In his eyes, Long Aotian at this moment was the god who controlled his fate, life and death!
He knelt on the ground, sobbing, and knelt with his butt sticking out, looking very humble:
"Please, spare me, I don't want to die... I don't want to... I really know I was wrong, please be magnanimous..."
Long Aotian looked at him coldly and shook his head.
"sad."
Shamelessly felt that his body was terribly cold, his arms were completely stiff, a chill invaded his internal organs, and he felt that his heart had stopped beating.
At this moment, he wanted to grab the sword. He felt that he could not hesitate any longer and had to cut off his arm immediately, but...
He could no longer control his body.
He knelt on the ground with difficulty, unable to move, and just looked at Long Aotian with longing: "Please... please... please... please..."
Long Aotian walked up to him, looked at him coldly, held his head with one hand, and sighed.
A pinch.
Click!
The head froze instantly and was crushed.
Long Aotian turned around and looked at the coward.
"It's your turn."
The coward suddenly realized and woke up from his dream.
Suddenly he came to his senses, turned around and ran away.
He fled quickly and resolutely, and he fled without any shame.
He was as timid as a mouse, he was panic-stricken, he was at a loss as to what to do, and he was completely terrified.
When he ran to a certain position, he felt like his lungs were about to explode. He looked up and saw Long Aotian right in front of him, looking at him.
He shook his head, turned around and continued running in another direction.
However, no matter how he escaped or how far he ran, Long Aotian was always waiting for him not far ahead.
The coward was desperate, holding the scimitar and roaring: "Don't come over! Don't come over! You, you, you... spare me, you... spare me... please..."
Long Aotian shook his head and smiled.
"Even Lu Chengwen won't let you go, even if you're a piece of trash. You're begging me for mercy? Hahahaha!"
Long Aotian glared at him: "I, Long Aotian, am not some kindhearted man! From the first move you made against me, you were doomed to die!"
