Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 180

The sound of the air being cut was like a towel being pulled apart, a sharp blade slicing through it, and blood droplets flying up like red flowers.

It was a long knife, and blood dropped on it and scratched it, leaving no trace.

And the guy who was cut by it was Dorn.

The knife cut his cheek, and it was just a hair away, and the knife would penetrate his head.

However, Dorn did not feel lucky that he had narrowly escaped. Instead, he shook the chain in his hand. A short-handled sickle was tied to the top of the black iron chain and flew straight towards the guy in front of him.

However, the scythe was hit hard by the handle. As it flew out diagonally, a knee hit Dorn hard in the lower abdomen. The pain almost made him faint. At the same time, the long knife slashed again, until Pointing to his head.

Dorn straightened the chain in his hand, and the long knife easily cut off the chain. The blade cut through his skin, and two drops of blood spattered on the blade. Like two grains of morning dew on a lotus leaf.

"It's almost time to take a rest." The guy sighed: "I'm tired too."

He was actually wearing pajamas. It was a furry piece of clothing, and underneath it was a guy with the word "lazy" written all over his face.

"Practice with me for another round." Dorn wiped the blood on his face, and the wound healed in just a few seconds: "Please."

"Oh." The furry guy yawned, his red pupils showing a little tiredness: "You have trained hard enough today, you are almost ready."

"But I still can't defeat you." Dorn stood up and went to the wall to pick up a new chain: "So, I can't stop yet."

"I'm more than three hundred years older than you, so there's no shame in losing to me." He looked at the few drops of blood that were trembling slightly on his face, thought for a while and said, "And your blood is better than mine. You will be very good in the future." Awesome, don’t rush this for a while.”

"But Nasha"

"Why are you still obsessed with that guy and want to have his head chopped off?" The furry guy shrugged: "I don't know why that guy can grow so fast. It makes no sense. Logically speaking, their family's blood is not as good as ours. pure."

He sat down slowly, scratched his head, looked at Dorn who had re-tied the scythe, and said, "Remember the essentials, pay attention to the distance, and be more vigilant."

"I know."

"Another point, why do you want to practice with me with a short-handled scythe? I remember that you learned the long-handled scythe from your uncle."

"I've practiced that one too." Dorn threw up the chain in his hand, and the scythe drew deadly arcs in the air: "I'm ready."

"Then continue." The furry guy pulled out another short knife from his waist and held the long knife across the front.

"Will you use two knives this time?"

"Well, I'll give you a quick beating so I can go back to sleep."

"Looks like he's working hard. He's a good youngster." Outside the room, Heizi's father looked at the closed door and said softly: "Aren't you going to teach him a few more tricks?"

"It's useless to learn. It's better to read more books." Gunnard coughed softly, and a few drops of blood stained the handkerchief.

"It seems that you are really going to die. Hey, I was expecting you, an old monster, to attend my funeral."

"I don't want you to attend my funeral. I hope it's best that no one comes." Gunnard said coldly: "That's best."

"It really suits your style."

"It's good to know, so you quickly take your things and leave." Gunnonade suddenly paused and glanced at him: "What is your name?"

"Hey, are you still my friend?"

"It's okay to drink together, but if you let me remember your name, please take pity on the dying person." Gunnonad frowned.

Kuroko's father's name is still very long, so long that people don't even want to say it again.

A day had passed, and he had slept in the room for a whole day before he woke up from the alcohol. The loss of the sunspot was indeed an event that made him doubt his life, but this time the purpose of his coming here was not because of this.

"Then call me Skull Flute, it's an abbreviation."