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The Crest of the Wolf Chapter 87 The Killer Namjoon (2)

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    Namjoon didn't wash it very carefully. After all, no matter how mature a man is, he will always not have much patience in some aspects.

    So he finished cleaning quickly, and just as he turned on the shower switch and dried his hair, the door behind him slowly opened with a slight sound.

    The sudden cold wave was not met with anger but a faint smile, "I didn't expect that your patience is not very good."

    Namjoon is smiling because he has determined that the person who pushed the door open must be the charming woman. After all, there are only two of them in this huge villa at the moment.

    Men are usually much more patient than women, but in certain situations it is just the opposite, so Namjoon will inevitably smile a little proudly at this moment.

    But when he seemed to have foreseen the charming beauty behind him and turned to look at her with a smile, his smile suddenly became stiff.

    The faint light, a faint traceless light, suddenly appeared in front of Namjoon's eyes as if it came from the sky.

    Only people can laugh, a knife will never laugh. On the contrary, it can make anyone who loves to laugh never have a chance to smile again.

    When you wash your body impatiently, when you turn your head to look at the beauty behind you with a smile, you find that the person standing behind you is not a terribly beautiful woman, but a woman who will kill you in the next moment.  How would you react?

    Namjoon didn¡¯t think about it, let alone be surprised. He didn¡¯t even have time to see clearly the person in front of him, because the knife was right in front of him.

    Between life and death, Namjoon exerted his extraordinary reflexes to the extreme, and the towel in his hand turned into a shadow at an unimaginable speed and headed towards the blade above.

    A towel cannot be considered a weapon, at least for a sharp blade it will only be torn apart.

    But the soaked towel is different. It has become very flexible under the penetration of water. At least compared to the former, it has given Namjoon a precious moment.

    The soft towel fell from Namjoon's hand after a slight pause, and the blade that stopped for a moment in the air once again struck at Namjoon more quickly.

    Even with Namjoon¡¯s skill, he still couldn¡¯t completely avoid this swift and violent knife. The moment the light fell, a wound about four to five inches long suddenly bloomed on Namjoon¡¯s chest.

    Completely ignoring the blood gushing from his chest, and having no time to look at the person who wanted to kill him, Namjoon's only reaction at the moment was to fight back before the knife swung at him again.

    Namjoon¡¯s fists are no longer considered flesh and blood in a sense. Only after trying it yourself will you understand how terrifying his fists are.

    The blade, stained with a trace of bright red, was raised again, but just as it was being raised, it fell to the ground with a clang, and the shadow holding the knife was also struck by Namjoon's punch.  It curled up like a shrimp.

    Namjoon is not a person who likes to use violence to solve problems, but between life and death, he has no choice.

    When the fist turned into a shadow and fell again, the sound of a broken bone suddenly came to mind.

    'boom!  ¡¯ With just two punches, the figure who had been extremely fierce and wanted to kill Namjoon fell limply on the water-stained floor like a soft-bodied creature.

    Namjoon breathed out disorderly and heavy, with a look of pain on his face, he took out a bath towel and wrapped it around his lower body, then took out another bath towel and pressed it tightly against the bleeding wound, and then he threw angrily to the floor.  Look at the squirming figure.

    However, when Namjoon¡¯s eyes filled with fire came into contact with the squirming figure on the ground, he suddenly screamed out in surprise.

    "It's you~!"

    Who on earth can make Namjoon, who was so angry just a second ago, scream in surprise?  Perhaps there will never be too many such people in this world, but right now there is such a person in front of Namjoon, Xiao Dao.

    Xiao Dao wanted to eat his flesh and blood and glared at Namjoon with hatred, "You" The vicious and weak voice seemed to be stuck by something the moment it sounded. After a while, Xiao Dao spit out a ball full of blood.  Bloody molars.

    "You want to kill me?" Namjoon didn't have to ask. If it weren't for his excellent reflexes, he might never have the chance to speak from now on.

    But it was really hard for him to believe that the person who almost killed him just now was Han Dao, Han Zhui's younger brother. What on earth was going on? How could Namjoon not be surprised?

    It¡¯s a pity that Namjoon¡¯s strong look of surprise fell into Xiao Dao¡¯s eyes, but it seemed to become the funniest joke in the world.Amidst the blood-curdling laughter, which was like a knife blade slicing through glass, the knife stared at Namjoon.

    "Youpretend to be the same!"

    ¡°Pretending?¡± Namjoon frowned tightly and said coldly, ¡°You¡¯d better give me a reason.¡±

    Maybe everyone has different opinions on who Namjoon is. In the eyes of some people, he is gentle and considerate, in the eyes of some people, he is humorous and interesting, in the eyes of some people, he is casual and free, and in the eyes of some people, he is casual and free.  He is romantic but a gentleman, but in the eyes of others, he is a complete villain.

    The reason why a villain is a villain is not due to envy, jealousy or any malice, but because of his past actions. No one in this world understands the true meaning of life when he is born, and the only person who taught Namjoon the true meaning of life is  Those dark pasts filled with blood and tears.

    Who in this world knows better than Namjoon himself what kind of person he is?  Although the long river of time has gradually eliminated the strong bloodthirsty root in his body, it still cannot change the fact that he is a villain.

    Blood, from ancient times to the present, the only thing that can pay for blood has always been blood, more, thicker, and fresher blood.

    Namjoon can bleed, and he can even risk his life to get stabbed for his friends, but he can never bleed for no reason, because in his blood, what flows is his life.

    If the person in front of him at this moment is not Daozi, if the person in front of him is not his friend's only brother, perhaps Xiaodao will never have a chance to speak again.

    "I hate it so much!" Xiaodaozi stared at Namjoon with splitting eyes, "Why didn't I kill you just now!"

    After hearing this, Nan Junyi smiled coldly. After bending down to pick up the machete on the ground, he also squatted in front of the knife.

    "You have been with me for a long time. I have never taught you anything, just because I don't think it is necessary. But now it seems that I must teach you well for your brother."
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