Knife Back in The Scabbard Chapter 142

As soon as Sekong opened his mouth, Lucas Chu tactfully took a step back.

You need to be tactful in dealing with people. As the saying goes, "It is difficult for an honest judge to judge family affairs." Although this saying is not quite appropriate for the relationship between Sekong and Zhao Bing'e, it is true that there is no room for outsiders to interfere. Lucas Chu figured this out, and she quickly got out of the situation, standing at a position not too far away to support them, so as not to miss their every move, and to ensure that Zhao Bing'e would not take the opportunity to withdraw from her control.

Although the roof was covered with tiles, it was tilted and slightly slippery. The blind old monk stood on it and was as steady as a rock. He clasped his hands together and said to Zhao Bing'e, "Amitabha. Donor Zhao, things have come to this point. It's time to stop."

"Old bald donkey, don't tell me these nonsense about 'Amitabha' anymore. I, Zhao Bing'e, am stubborn and have no affinity with Buddha. No matter how many Buddhist verses you tell, it will only give me a headache." Zhao Bing'e sneered, turned around, and the next moment he approached Sekong, and took the opportunity to ask softly, "Is Helian Yu dead?"

As she spoke, the scimitar slashed against the wind at the side of her neck. Although Sekong couldn't see, his ears were sharp. A major acupoint on his right arm was pressed to stop the poisonous blood. He raised his left hand to deflect her knife. His fingers seemed virtual yet real, "sticking" to the sharp blade and moving with it. At the same time, he shifted his feet and turned sideways, throwing Zhao Bing'e away.