"He's dead, right?"

The Fuso man raised his eyes sharply: "How did you know that?"

After a pause, the Fuso man sighed softly and said in a low voice: "That's right. He is dead, which is a big loss to our community."

"How did he die?"

The Fuso man gritted his teeth and glanced to the side.

Apparently he considered the question an insult to his genre.

He didn't want to answer.

Su Wangting had a bad smile on his face: "How about I tell you?"

The Fuso man sneered, with disdain on his face: "It is a shame to hear the name of our Iiheliu master from you Kyushu people! You Kyushu people are not worthy of mentioning the full name of our noble Fuso warriors!!"

"Snapped!"

The Fuso man's face immediately had a five-finger red mark.

"No, you are so stupid! If it weren't for Kyushu in this barren land, everyone would still be living naked in huts, just like savages! Come on, come on, tell me, your clothes, your writing, your language, your professions

Which of the skills in various industries does not come from our Kyushu?? You have turned against you, and now you dare to call the people of Kyushu noble?"

The Fuso man's face turned pale, and he glanced aside again, remaining silent.

Su Wangting knelt down, held his chin, and pulled his face back: "Let me tell you, Lin Qi Jinsuke, the one you are so proud of in Heliu, did not have any of your so-called bushido spirit when he died.

Weeping and crying, he fell to the ground and begged, like a dog."

"Impossible!! You, a native of Kyushu, talk nonsense!!"

"Speaking of nonsense?" Su Wangting's face raised a ferocious smile, "It's unfair to say that Lin Qi even assisted in his death. He went to Silla's White Tiger Hall as a guest, but he happened to encounter the White Tiger Hall being exterminated. He couldn't help but explain it.

He was slaughtered."

The Fuso man said blankly: "You...how did you know that!"

Su Wangting stood up, looked down at him coldly, and said word by word: "Because I still remember that when I inserted the long knife into his back, he was still begging on the ground, and until he died, he muttered 'spare my life'"

Two words!!”

The Fuso man's eyes widened when he heard this.

Staring blankly at Su Wangting.

Those eyes were almost bursting out.

After being stunned for a long time, he hesitated: "You... you are a blood... blood Shura??"

Before Su Wangting could respond, he slumped down and sat down, his face turned earth-colored.

Such humiliating matters are kept strictly confidential by Iiheliu.

Even in Fusang, there are only a handful of people who know that Lin Qi was killed in Silla.

Not to mention Kyushu people.

Not only did this person know the specific details in such detail, but his skills were terrifying that I had never seen before.

It's very possible that it's really Blood Shura.

And even if he wasn't a Blood Shura, with the level of cultivation he showed, it still made him despair.

In short, it hit a brick wall.

What a disaster!

At this time, Su Wangting bent down and drew out the samurai sword from his waist.

He was seen holding the long sword behind his back, with the tip of the sword facing downwards, pointing directly at Watanabe Shuichi's Tianling Cap.

"Now, I hope you have more backbone than Lin Qi, because I really want to see what the pretentious bushido spirit of you Fuso warriors is like."

The samurai sword in Su Wangting's hand slowly descended, and the tip of the sword had touched his bun.

The Fuso man's neck shrank and his whole body trembled.

"Begging for mercy, I will spare your life. Otherwise, I have killed hundreds of people and I don't care about adding you to this one."

"I... we Fuso warriors would rather die than beg for mercy..." The Fuso man was trembling all over and his teeth were grinding.

"Is it."

After finishing speaking, the katana stabbed down fiercely!!

"ah!!"

Screams sounded.

The tip of the knife pierced the Fuso man's left shoulder!

Su Wangting said with a cruel smile: "Sorry, the stabbing was crooked, which made you suffer a lot before your death. This time, it will definitely not be crooked."

The katana was slowly raised again.

The tip of the knife once again hung above the Fuso man's head.

The boss of the ship and a bunch of other crew members felt their scalps numb when they saw it.

He never expected that this man, who was squirming on the ground like a maggot just now, would actually be so terrifying.

"He is a man. Please stick to the spirit of Bushido." As he spoke, the tip of the knife touched the Fuso man's head again.

"Spare my life..."

The Fuso man knelt down.

After all, he couldn't bear it.

"Huh, Bushido..." Su Wangting put down his sword and shook his head repeatedly, "I think you Fuso warriors are worse than a dead duck. At least, a dead duck's mouth is still hard. Want to learn the chivalrous morality of our Kyushu? Huh, that's learning.

Is it something you got? It is something that is engraved in your bones!! How can you, who are born with dirty hearts, be chivalrous in your hearts? How dare you imitate others and forcefully come up with some bushido to show off in front of your master?

What a big joke!! A bunch of dog-like things dare to call themselves tigers if they write “bastard” on their foreheads, I’ll fuck you!!”

The Fuso man who was forcibly baptized fell to the ground and cried.

Crying is called joy.

It was like suddenly learning from his parents that he was not his biological child, but a child washed away by a flood.

After saying these words, even the captain of the ship felt sympathy for the Fuso man.

It is said that killing someone is heartbreaking.

You can at least break his heart and kill him, or let him be done with it.

But you don't want to kill me, you just want to kill me.

How do you want people to live in the future?

But the boss of the ship underestimated the Fuso people's state of mind.

As long as I can survive, I can sell my father to you, so why do I care about you killing me?

Punish, punish whatever you want.
Chapter completed!