Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

Chapter 467 Ji Bai 12

The footsteps of the person behind him stopped, and Ji Bai knew that the person had stopped behind him.

The aura emanating from the newcomer was different from that of anyone he had met before, and his strength was countless times stronger than anyone he had met before. He couldn't even estimate the peak strength of the man behind him.

But he could sense that...the person behind him had no ill will towards him.

Ji Bai suddenly became curious about the person behind him. He turned around and only saw the person's chest.

He was silent for a moment, then took a step back and raised his head slightly to look at the person's face.

After seeing the person's face clearly, he breathed lighter unconsciously.

The man had perfectly sculpted facial features and an extremely delicate appearance. He was a very charming man, but he had a natural elegance and dignity. His overly cold eyes made this elegance seem almost indifferent.

He was tall and slender but not rough, like an eagle in the night, cold, lonely and domineering, and his solitude exuded a domineering aura that looked down on the world.

Ji Bai's gaze paused for a moment, then slowly moved down and saw the long sword in his hand.

He could tell at first glance that the sword was condensed from rich divine power. After wandering in and out of the Three Thousand Worlds for so long, this was the first time he saw someone other than himself using a weapon like this.

The owner of the sword seemed to be aware that he was watching, and after a while, the sword disappeared out of thin air.

Ji Bai slowly came back to his senses, raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him again, then turned his head to look at the horrifying scene behind him.

He threw the body parts of those people around randomly, and maybe five people could be found by piecing together the pieces. The floor of the dressing room was almost entirely flowing with dark red and smelly blood.

The man behind him remained silent. After his curiosity wore off, Ji Bai ignored him and tore through time and space, turning around and leaving without any regrets.

He approached the malice in the world as he did in the past, set traps for them, and waited quietly for them to jump in before indifferently closing the net and killing them.

When he finished killing one and turned around, he saw the tall mute man again.

Ji Bai frowned slightly.

The man's inky black eyes were fixed on him, and he did not look away when he looked at him, but stared back at him.

Ji Bai withdrew his gaze and did not directly tear through time and space to go to another world. Instead, he took a step forward and turned to walk forward.

After taking a few steps, he noticed that the man had also moved, but he did not approach him. He just followed behind him not far away, and stopped when he stopped.

After walking for a while, Ji Bai slowly stopped. The divine power in his hand suddenly transformed into a divine sword. He raised his hand and the divine sword rushed out, stabbing straight into the man's heart!

But the result was as he expected. The man quickly dodged the divine sword that was stabbing at him.

Ji Bai turned around and looked at the man standing not too far from him, and asked in a calm voice, "Who are you?"

As he finished speaking, the man's black eyes seemed to become even deeper.

Ji Bai became slightly alert when he sensed something was wrong, but the strange atmosphere soon disappeared without a trace, as if it was just his illusion.

He looked more seriously, and when he looked over he found that the man's eyes were as dark as ever.

He slowly clenched his fists with his hands hanging by his legs. The strange breath just now made him feel uneasy.

That aura didn't seem to be malicious, but it definitely wasn't kind either.

He seemed to be stared at by a poisonous snake, and the snake had not eaten for a long time, as if waiting for an opportunity to swallow him.

Ji Bai's brows furrowed more and more, and the white light in the palm of his hand became bigger and bigger.

"Don't be afraid of me."

The man's voice was hoarse and magnetic, sounding ambiguous and affectionate.

Ji Bai looked at him without changing his expression.

After waiting for a long time, the man just looked at him quietly, as if he had nothing else to do. His frown slowly relaxed, the power in his hands dissipated, and then he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Chu Xuan."

The man's voice sounded again.

Ji Bai raised his foot and paused for a moment, then ignored it and continued walking forward.

"My name is Henry Chu."

He didn't know when the man came in front of him. Ji Bai stopped with a frown, raised his eyes slightly and looked at the man who was half a head taller than him, with obvious displeasure on his face.

The man suddenly raised his hand, Ji Bai took a step back, and another murderous white light quickly pierced the man's eyes at this time.

The man reacted quickly, turning his body sideways to barely avoid the murderous aura, but the murderous aura like a sharp blade passed through the top of his ear and cut off the strand of hair above his ear.

When he turned around, the person in front of him had disappeared.

Chu Xuan's hands hanging by his legs slowly clenched, and soon he slowly loosened his clenched fists, then raised his hands to tear through time and space and chased in one direction.

Ji Bai, who had just killed the villain from another world and was about to leave, suddenly stopped, slowly turned his head and looked at the man standing behind him again, a hint of impatience flashed across his black eyes.

"Why are you following me?"

The man did not answer immediately, but continued to look at him like a pervert.

As he drew his sword and prepared for a fierce battle, the man suddenly spoke again.

"Do you need my help?"

Ji Bai stopped again, looking at the man in front of him who he didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, he retracted the long sword in his hand, turned his head without looking at him, and said coldly: "No need."

Just as he raised his hand, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. A dazzling white light flashed across, and a scratch appeared at the corner of the man's eye as he tilted his head slightly. Soon, bright red blood flowed out.

The man looked a little embarrassed, but he did not loosen his hand that was holding his wrist.

Ji Bai tried to break free from his grasp, but the man's grip was tight.

His expression turned cold, he stopped moving and looked quietly into the man's eyes.

From that moment on, the hand of the man holding his wrist slowly turned bluish-gray, and soon one could faintly smell the scent of decay and death.

The blue-gray color climbed quickly and soon reached his elbow.

"Your eyes are very beautiful."

The man looked at him and suddenly said this, as if it was not his hand that was about to rot.

Ji Bai frowned and looked at him without saying anything.

Only when the decay was about to climb onto his shoulders did the man slowly loosen his hand.

But when Ji Bai raised his hand again and wanted to tear open the time and space to leave, the man raised his hand again to stop him.

Ji Bai, who was completely impatient, raised his hand and a long sword appeared in his hand. Without any hesitation, he turned around and stabbed the long sword into the man's chest again.

This time the man did not dodge, and stabbed straight in with the sword.