How should he describe this girl, Ruan Mei? Zhang Xing felt that she was a little cute and likable.
But sometimes, she would speak the truth.
Perhaps it was her truthfulness that made her cute.
There were many things that she did not hide, such as seeing Zhang Xing's powerful combat strength.
She immediately wanted to become his sworn brother. If that did not work, she would become his disciple. If that did not work, she would pretend to be pitiful and shamelessly follow Zhang Xing.
However, she was also selective. For example, she refused to tell Zhang Xing about her background no matter what.
Being straightforward did not mean being stupid. On the contrary, Zhang Xing could see that Ruan Mei was a smart person.
"Zhang Xing, the person with the big stick is here. He's so fierce."
Ruan Mei reminded him.
"Don't worry, that's just a brainless human-shaped demonic beast."
Zhang Xing smiled and did not mind.
"I think he's even fiercer than the old man just now. You have to be careful."
Ruan Mei was still not at ease. The two-meter-tall Second Forefather of the Shao family was like a giant bear, giving her a terrifying feeling.
"Eh?
Zhang Xing, why are the people on the street running away? What's going on? "
"Oh, maybe they're afraid of that person too."
"Maybe they're afraid of you."
Ruan Mei muttered to herself.
Zhang Xing discovered another characteristic of Ruan Mei. She was talkative.
At this time, the Shao family's Second Forefather activated his Bloodthirst talent in anger.
To stimulate his potential, he needed a minute.
Therefore, he did not fly fast for a distance of a thousand meters.
After estimating the time, he arrived in front of Zhang Xing. It was the time for him to erupt.
At the same time, he kept muttering that he would kill that kid and avenge his brother.
He repeated it over and over again …
His eyes gradually lost their humanity and were replaced by a layer of blood-red.
However, there was nothing else in his eyes except for Zhang Xing.
One minute was up.
Roar …
His Bloodthirst talent was fully activated. The Shao family's Second Forefather howled at the sky, no different from a demonic bear.
There was only one thought in his mind, kill!
There were only two people close to him, and one of them was a teenager that he loathed.
There was a voice in his head telling him to kill him, to kill this annoying ant!
The Shao Clan's Second Patriarch opened his bloody mouth and used all his strength to hold the mace with both hands. His feet kicked off in the air and his body suddenly flew high into the sky.
When he reached a height of nearly a hundred meters, his body began to plummet rapidly.
At the same time, he raised the mace above his head.
Wu wu!
The mace pierced through the air, emitting a soul-sucking sound as it smashed towards Zhang Xing.
Zhang Xing calmly looked at the rapidly descending black shadow and said indifferently, "He's actually even fiercer than that old guy just now."
Ruan Mei said, "I told you a long time ago. Don't you think it's a little late to find out?"
Zhang Xing turned to look at her. Ruan Mei shrank her neck: "I'm sorry, I talk too much, I talk too much, I shut up."
Zhang Xing had just turned his head when he heard Ruan Mei speak again.
"Do you have that thing? It's that powerful weapon."
"That mace of his is covered in spikes. It looks pretty powerful."
"What if your fist isn't as hard as that mace? Won't your arm be broken?"
Zhang Xing suddenly felt a headache coming on. Ruan Mei was not just a talkative person, but the kind that was especially prickly when she spoke.
I'll get used to it, I'll get used to it!
Zhang Xing comforted himself.
However, he still had to give her a few words of advice so that she would not cause trouble everywhere she went in the future.
Zhang Xing turned his head again.
"Ruan Mei, next time when there are many people, try to speak less and keep a low profile, understand?"
Ruan Mei nodded and looked at the back of Zhang Xing's head in horror. She fearfully reached out her small hand and pointed upwards.
"Quick … Quick, dodge …"
Zhang Xing did not even turn his head as he swung his fist towards the back of his head.
With a bang, his fist blocked the mace.