In fact, just when the equation began to say this, he had a vague sense that the equation might be doing this.

The reason why Xiang Fang didn't make a move to block him was because he clearly knew that even if he blocked the equation and didn't cut off his right hand, he couldn't make the equation's heart not hurt.

Equation's face was pale, as white as a piece of paper, like a deflated urine that had dried up.

He endured the pain, leaned against the pillar behind him, coughed a few times painfully, and then, reluctantly smiled at Xiang Fang, and said: I have always been proud of fast hands, and I feel that there is no faster hand in the world, but I have only lived for forty years.

Speaking of this, he turned to Wutong again and said: Actually, I really want to snatch you home and make me fish-flavored eggplant, but, you are right, his knife is indeed faster than my hand.

After saying these few words, the equation was already trembling slightly, trembling all over, and almost collapsed.

Then, Sycamore hurried over and helped him down in his chair.

Holding on to the table, he took a deep breath and slowly conditioned his blood.

After stopping the bleeding on the wound and softening his face a little, he nodded at Xiang Fang and Wutong, and said lightly: Thank you.

Wutong looked at him, and then looked at Xiang Fang, and although Xiang Fang was looking at the equation, there was an inexplicable light in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The intense pain made the equation cough again, and then, getting up, hugged his fists at them, and said: "Two, there will be a period later."

Wutong had a unbearable look in his heart, and said: What, you want to leave......?

The equation did not answer, and left with a lonely face.

Looking at the lonely look on the equation, Xiang Fang's face suddenly became a little sad, and then he quickly looked down at the knife he hung on his waist, the thin, almost transparent knife.

However, Sycamore was still staring at his hand.

No one looked at the equation again, not because they didn't want to look at it, but because they couldn't bear to look at it again.

They were afraid that when they saw the severed hands of the equation again, they would be unable to help but vomit.

Xiang Fang suddenly felt that he might have such a day.

He froze there in amazement, and suddenly his thoughts were numb.

However, just when his mind was completely confused, and the hand holding the knife slowly drooped, the equation that was about to walk out of the door of the restaurant suddenly turned around and made a sudden move.

The target is Xiang Fang's head.

He was going to pull Xiang Fang's head off.

No one could have imagined that the equation would come out at this time.

No one could have imagined that after he broke a hand, the speed of his shot would be so fast.

There was no warning, no way back, it was like a thunderbolt suddenly sounding in the originally clear sky, and everything in the field of vision had dimmed, leaving only the shadow of the equation hand.

If he misses the first blow, then this will be the last time he will see the world, and the knife that is fast and squarely will definitely not allow him to have a second chance.

But he was sure.

He would never do something he was sure of.

In this gamble, he has already bet on one of his hands, and he doesn't want to bet his life again.

So, this time, he has to win.

If he fails, he has only one ending, and that is death.

The development of the situation has always been under his control, and when he waved his right hand and chopped off his right hand, Xiang Fang suddenly supported him, he knew that he had made the right bet this time.

He knew that when Xiang Fang saw him cut off his right hand, he would definitely let his guard down against him, because after a person lost his right hand, he was basically a wasted person.

However, Xiang Fang overlooked that the equation was left-handed.

Seeing that the equation cut off his right hand, Xiang Fang's face was really sad, the muscles in his body began to relax, and his emotions seemed to be affected.

At this point, Equation knew that his plan was about to succeed.

When Xiang Fang went to help him just now, the reason why he didn't make a move was because he knew that Xiang Fang was still wary of him at that time.

And when he was about to leave and turn to leave, Xiang Fang seemed to think that he was no longer a threat to him.

And the scene of his hand just chopped off seemed to touch some unknown scar in his heart, so he completely relaxed his vigilance.

When Xiang Fang let his guard down, that's when he makes a move.

After he made a move, it was as if he had seen Xiang Fang's head slowly rolling down, and his poetic and beautiful hands were flying towards him.

However, just when he was proud, he suddenly felt a little numb in his chest, as if he had been accidentally stung by a bee.

Then, his man slowly fell, looking at Xiang Fang's knife as thin as paper and as light as the wind, and at his hands as beautiful as a poem.

When Xiang Fang swung the knife at him, his movements were so beautiful, as beautiful as playing a beautiful song with a white jade flute.

His hand was still not as fast as the knife to the square, and he finally proved it.

He finally knew the final answer, so he slowly fell down and died.

He died peacefully, and there was even a smile of relief on the corner of his mouth.

It was a smile that had no worries and no regrets.

Xiang Fang watched the equation slowly fall, the expression on his face was indifferent, even a little helpless, and then, the thin, almost transparent knife hung on his waist again.

He took out a pure white handkerchief from his bosom, as pure as snow, wiped his hands, and then, throwing it on the ground, pulled out the original stool, sat down, and sat down in the same place where he had been sitting.

The plate of fish-flavored eggplant on the table was still steaming.

He covered his stomach, made a very hungry look, picked up a piece of fish-flavored eggplant and put it in his mouth, and then, smiling at Wutong, said: Sure enough, it is a fragrant eggplant.

Sycamore was still looking at his hand.

From killing the equation to falling down, he hung the knife back on his waist, took out a snow-white handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands, and her eyes never left.

Because she suddenly found that such a pair of beautiful hands as poetry, no matter what they do, they are so charming, whether it is killing or eating.

She looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and then, looking at Xiang Fang again, smiled, and said, "Aren't you afraid that this plate of fish-flavored eggplant is poisonous in it?"

Xiang Fang picked up the chopsticks, bumped them on the table, picked up the second piece, put it in his mouth, and still kept nodding this head, saying: Sure enough, it is a fragrant eggplant.

Just as he was about to start eating this third bite of fish-flavored eggplant, as soon as he looked up, he saw Li Cunxiao and the eldest grandson Wujian walking in from outside.

Seeing them, Xiang Fang's heart suddenly swelled with inexplicable excitement, and his blood suddenly boiled at this moment, as excited as a hunter found his prey.

Xiang Fang's knife is very special, his hands are as beautiful as poetry, and his means of killing are also very special, but every time he kills, there is always an inexplicable excitement before he kills.

However, Xiang Fang's chopsticks did not stop.

He had already started to eat this third bite of fish-flavored eggplant.

He gently picked up a piece of eggplant with his hand, which was as beautiful as a poem, put it in his mouth, and then, very slowly, chewed it very slowly, as if he was chanting this ancient poem, and the smile on his face became stronger.

Wutong sat opposite him, quietly, like a schoolboy listening to a teacher, and like a devout believer visiting the gods and Buddhas in the temple, watching him eat fish-flavored eggplant attentively.

Actually, more of the time, she was just looking at Fang's hand.

Xiang Fang's hand made her feel intoxicated and forgetful.

She even thought that if she really put poison in this plate of fish-flavored eggplant, Xiang Fang might eat it without any resemblance.

But she didn't.

She didn't want to. She didn't dare.

Her only hope at the moment was to be able to take a good look at Xiang Fang's hand.