C941 Enchantress Development Program
C941 Enchantress Development Program
His lustful gaze was fixed on Shangdao Yinghua. As he swept his eyes over her face, chest, waist, and long legs, the nervousness and fear that he felt when he looked at Shangdao Yinghua became even stronger.
Shangdao Yinghua couldn't help but slowly stretch her hands that were holding the broken blade. Her slender fingers clenched even more tightly.
Her actions completely exposed her lack of confidence.
"Beautiful girl, you're dead for sure."
When Koyama Jiro saw Shangdao Yinghua's action, he frowned and walked over with a smile.
The broken blade in his right hand very casually dragged on the ground.
The sharp blade edge made a long scratch on the wooden floor, making a slight, but ear-piercing, rustling sound.
This voice almost drove Shangdao Yinghua mad.
Sweat trickled down her smooth forehead. Unable to control herself any longer, she slowly took a step back.
Although it was just a small step, it represented Shangdao Yinghua's confidence in her victory. She had been completely crushed by the dog.
If a person didn't even have the confidence to win a life-and-death duel, then why would she not die?
Koyama Jiro frowned even harder.
Gala, who felt Shangdao Yinghua's fear, once again pressed his right hand on the handle of his gun.
"Hehe, beauty. Actually, you shouldn't have agreed to that old man's request. Because you are far from being my match. Are you very nervous now, very frightened? "Don't deny it, I can see it from the change in your eyes."
When the dog got within three meters of Shangdao Yinghua, it finally raised its sword.
He raised the saber exactly like Shangdao Yinghua, and carried it three inches away from his right shoulder blade.
Only after many generations of Broken Knife Flow's seniors wholeheartedly explored did they confirm that it was only by placing the blade in this position that they would be able to strike out with the fastest speed, highest angle, strongest force, and smallest air resistance.
Shangdao Yinghua moved again.
This time, she did not retreat.
She was well aware that if she took another step back, the confidence she had in herself would collapse.
The harsh training of the past six months would all come to naught.
She would throw away the broken blade and collapse onto the ground. She would cover her face with her hands and cry like a dead woman, letting the dog cut off her beautiful head!
Though then she would see her love.
However, without a doubt, that was not what Lee Nanfang, who was looking at her from the sky, wanted to see.
He hoped that after his death, she would become even stronger, and that she would be able to firmly control the largest drug cartels in the East Ocean to keep her love.
Therefore, no matter how scared Shangdao Yinghua was, she couldn't retreat even half a step.
She held the saber in both hands and stepped forward horizontally.
The sweat on her forehead flowed down into her eyes. It was painful to the point where her vision was blurry.
When he looked at the dog again, it was no longer a dog. It was no longer a human.
It was a malevolent-looking demon with a bloody mouth.
Shangdao Yinghua felt as if the words spoken by the dog came from the deepest part of hell.
"Beauty, I advise you to put down the knife. The only reason is because I really don't want to kill a woman like you who is born with the ability to seduce people. A beauty like you is born to prostrate yourself in front of powerful men, waiting to be conquered. "
The dog's eyes grew brighter and brighter. "Your luck is good, I happen to be a strong man-- give you ten seconds to think about it. If you don't want to die, drop your knife, take off your clothes, and lie down at my feet like a shallot bitch. "
The words that the two of them had said before their confrontation, even if it was nonsense, it wasn't nonsense.
This was because whatever they said could affect the enemy's mentality to a certain extent.
Better to be angry.
Anger was the best weapon to consume one's rationality.
People without reason were no longer scary.
Following the dog's words, Shangdao Yinghua's footsteps became noticeably slower.
The smile in the dog's eyes became even more pronounced.
He knew that the woman's heart was in chaos from his words.
There was no need to worry about chaos. Furthermore, it was on the verge of collapse!
Otherwise, there was no way she would have slowly pulled her left hand away from the saber's hilt, grabbed the white silk around her waist, and slowly pulled.
Then, the black judo suit slipped along with the dark clouds.
Beneath the wide judo suit was a vacuum.
Beautiful.
It was a breathtaking beauty.
Not only the dog was shocked, Gala's four lackeys were also stunned. Even Koyama Jiro's mouth twitched.
But then he lowered his head.
Broken Knife Flow were regarded as evil by other sects in the East Ocean Continent. There was definitely such an unpleasant place, but in the area of "perverted" people, the requirements were extremely strict. The masses were not allowed to be taught, and evil thoughts were born in the hearts of women who did not wish to serve them.
The birth of a dog is considered a scum, and that is the rhythm.
Shangdao Yinghua's body was too beautiful.
Even Koyama Jiro, who had recruited several junior high students, couldn't hold back after seeing this.
He was afraid that Shangdao Yinghua might have evil intentions towards him, so he hurriedly lowered his head and maintained the demeanor of a senior.
Shangdao Yinghua didn't remove all her clothes.
Just the upper half.
The white silk wrapped around her waist once more, causing the black judo suit to look like a long skirt, hanging upside down below her knees.
She slowly turned her body to the side, revealing the black python tattoo on her back. A cruel smile appeared in her eyes as she looked at the new dog.
"As long as you can kill your opponent, I'll do whatever you want!"
These words, Koyama Jiro had solemnly told her before he had begun to teach her Broken Knife Flow, that she was required to engrave these words into her heart.
Was beauty considered a trick?
Not really.
Beauty was one of the most powerful weapons.
Especially when the dog saw the vicious black python on Shangdao Yinghua's back, its eyes widened even more.
Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.
A woman with a seductive body, charming looks, snow-white skin, and an evil python tattooed on her back — — F * ck, how can a man live?
Of course, Shangdao Yinghua did not want the dog to live on!
"Ya!"
Just as the eyes of the dog were fixated on Shangdao Yinghua's back, and its mind was wandering, imagining her gently turning around and wailing under him, a sharp and shrill voice rang out like a thunderclap in its ears.
Almost at the same moment, a cold wind blew!
"Not good, this woman is here to distract me!"
The dog suddenly came to its senses. It hurriedly raised its blade and opened its eyes.
He saw that the beauty's upper body was rapidly shrinking. He only saw the top of her head and the shadow of the giant black python on her creamy back. He also saw the ceiling light, which turned out to be the brand name of "Cherry Blossom".
There seemed to be another blood arrow shooting upwards from one of the necks.
"Who is that person without a head?"
As the thought slowly floated into the dog's mind, its head plummeted to the wooden floor, and it bounced a few times like a ball to Shangdao Yinghua's feet.
"What a pair of beautiful little feet."
The little mutt actually said this completely.
Before he could finish, he said, "Can I lick it with my tongue?"
His eyes were fixed at a certain angle, his face filled with admiration.
The headless body of the dog fell onto the ground right in front of Shangdao Yinghua.
After the blood shot out, the "flow of blood" from the severed neck area became much weaker.
But it was enough to make Shangdao Yinghua bleed.
"Whew."
Shangdao Yinghua allowed the headless corpse's neck to slice across her chest before it fell to the ground. Only after it crashed against her head did she close her eyes and let out a long breath.
Pa, pa!
A monotonous applause resounded from the empty training field.
It was actually Koyama Jiro, who was clapping his hands for Shangdao Yinghua, who could use his most prized ace attack, "Sweeping the Army of Thousands".
He didn't think that Shangdao Yinghua's way of killing the mutt was a trick and a shameless act.
He only cared about two people, who survived in the end.
Even more importantly, Shangdao Yinghua's killing intent was so strong that it seemed as if it would kill any and all enemies that saw it!
He was very satisfied with this female student.
This was because at the peak of his martial arts, he could use this technique to this extent.
After that, Koyama Jirohe and Shangdao Yinghua were completely reborn.
To be able to train a natural beauty into a cruel, cold-blooded killing machine was Koyama Jiro's greatest achievement.
He decided that he would spend the rest of his life by Shangdao Yinghua's side, willing to be her bodyguard.
Only this kind of woman was worthy of Koyama Jiro, who had tired of living in a paradise.
Even Broken Knife Flow's Junior Brother was willing to follow Shangdao Yinghua, let alone Gala and the rest.
The moment when the dog's head flew up, it remained in the depths of Gala and the others' hearts. The last trace of disdain towards her vanished like smoke in thin air.
The applause of Gala and his four lackeys also sounded.
After placing the broken blade on the knife holder with both hands, Shangdao Yinghua, who had been bathed in blood and had been reborn, put on her judo suit again. She turned around and looked at Koyama Jiro and said lightly, "In the future, find a few more people like this to practice with."
"Ha Yi."
Koyama Jiro, who had quickly adjusted his mentality, ordered Shangdao Yinghua like a subordinate. His tone was sonorous as he bent his waist 90 degrees.
Lifting her hand to wipe her face, Shangdao Yinghua licked the blood on her hand. Then she opened her mouth and sucked the thumb into it. Her eyes moved as she lightly glanced at Gala and the others.
Gala and the others couldn't help but shudder as they bent over in unison.
Shangdao Yinghua walked leisurely to the bathroom with her bloodstained feet.
"She has changed completely. This is the final version of Koyama Jiro's plan to train the evil woman, right? "
Gala and his four companions looked at each other and shuddered once again. However, he didn't know that Shangdao Yinghua was lying on the bathtub, vomiting crazily.
Tears, snot, they all came out.
No matter how beautiful a woman was, she wouldn't look too good when she was in a crazed state.
Fortunately, no one saw it.
Just as no one knew, Shangdao Yinghua's tears were not because of the unbearable vomiting, but because of her fear.
After an unknown period of time, Shangdao Yinghua, who had vomited out her bile, lay down softly in the bathtub and stared at the ceiling with listless eyes.
The water in the bathtub had turned pink.
People were always staring at a place, and if they stared for too long, they would hallucinate.
Shangdao Yinghua saw that face.
She had thought about it day and night, and she would continue to think about the face that she would never see again.
"Lee Nanfang, how are you doing over there?"
The corner of Shangdao Yinghua's mouth twitched. When she closed her eyes, sparkling tears flowed down the corners of her eyes and dripped into the pink water.
There was a distinct whimper in the voice: "I don't want to be like this. I just want to be a little woman lying in your arms like a cat. "