The power of the mind of beauty

Chapter 171 Erica

When Stickman's body disappeared from his home, Matt Murdoch was silent for a long time, and in the end he just clenched his fists tightly, and after a long time, he loosened them again, and then sat on his sofa.

He thought of Stick, and then thought of his good friend Fergie, Franklin Nelson, who had been with him since college until now, finally expressed dissatisfaction with him after the meeting just now, and then slammed the door and left.Of course, who can blame him, after all, he is the one who has been cheated for several years, cheated by his best friend, this is really not an easy thing to get over.

But he's not alone in his heartache, and so is Matt Murdoch.

He felt that he had to talk to Fergie, and talk frankly.

But before that, he had to do one thing, he wanted to retrieve the body of the stick man.

It's just that after that night of madness, his body can be said to be covered in cuts and bruises, and several wounds are in vital places, which cannot be healed in a short period of time. Therefore, if he wants to find the old man, he may not be able to do it at this time. So he had to start thinking about how to find Gunsou, or ask someone to find him.

Just at this moment, his ears twitched suddenly, and then he rolled suddenly, completely hiding his body behind the black leather sofa, and grabbed the stick that the old man dropped in the room with one hand, his body tensed up.

call!
A vigorous figure passed directly above the sofa, and the tip of the sharp iron ruler swished across the air, like two silver lightning bolts, which were particularly dazzling in this already slightly dark room.

And even though Matt Murdoch couldn't see such a dazzling attack, his radar senses gave him almost invincible perception. Before the figure leaped from the ground, he already felt the opponent's presence , and prepared for it.

Matt leaned back directly, propping the ground with one palm to avoid the tip of the iron ruler, then turned his body directly back, and kicked the assailant who had just landed.

However, the assailant is obviously skilled, especially now that Matt Murdoch is injured physically. Just these few movements have already torn the wound on his body to a certain extent, and at the same time, his movements are also a little slow and weak.

Tilting his head slightly, the attacker dodged Matt's attack, then turned his feet, and his body came directly from Matt's attack range to his side, and the iron ruler suddenly stabbed out as he turned around.

There was a slight muffled sound, and the iron ruler was caught by the short stick. In order to block the attack, Matt gritted his teeth to resist the pain from the wound on his body, and quickly stood still. He could faintly feel the pain in his chest. A lot of blood oozed from the wound, staining his chest wet.

He let out a low growl, and turned the short stick vigorously to try to take off the opponent's iron ruler, but what caught him off guard was that the opponent didn't even block it, and it was even more like letting go, letting the short stick take the iron ruler off. The ruler snatched it down, but at the next moment, a slender arm skipped his palm and climbed onto his arm. Before he could react, his body had already been turned by the opponent, grabbing the arm and pressing tightly He fell down and fell onto the sofa with a puff, unable to struggle.

"You lost, Matt."

A gentle and sexy voice rang in Matt Murdoch's ears, and then half of him was pressed on the sofa, and half of his exposed cheeks felt a cold thing passing across his face, it was Another iron ruler of the attacker.

It's just that what stunned him was not the icy breath emanating from the iron ruler, but the soft voice that rang in his ears.

"Erica?" Matt's voice was full of surprise and surprise.

"Hello, Matt, it looks like I've made a deeper impression on you than I thought."

The attacker chuckled, removed the iron ruler, let go of Matt Murdock's arm, and stepped back.

Matt Murdoch covered his chest and stood up. He observed this vigorous and skilled attacker for a while in the radar senses, and he opened his mouth after a long while: "How could you..."

"What will happen? Is this so?" Erica sat on the sofa, raised her long legs, and played with two sharp iron rulers in her hands, flicking her way, and raised her eyebrows with a smile.

Matt Murdoch was a little confused and didn't know what to say, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a strange feeling about the lover who made his heart beat when he was in college.

In this mood, he suppressed the emotions that kept pouring out of his heart, stared blankly at the woman who had quietly disappeared, and now quietly reappeared, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Hehe, you've changed a lot. You weren't so indifferent before." Erica was taken aback for a moment, then smiled beautifully again, grabbed the iron ruler and put it in her waist.

"You have also changed a lot. I have never felt so strange to you." Matt replied coldly.

"Okay." Erica didn't care, and stood up with a serious expression, "I'm here to help you."

"Help me? Help me for what? I'm doing fine now." Matt was puzzled.

"About Stickman." Erica said.

"What did you say?!" Matt became excited, stepped forward and grabbed Erica's shoulder, and said in shock, "How do you know him?!"

"Maybe you never recognized me." Erica seemed very satisfied with Matt's performance, and smiled: "A long time ago, before I was the daughter of a Greek diplomat, the old man taught me something , so in terms of this relationship, I am very similar to you."

"This... damn stick old man!"

Matt suddenly cursed. With his IQ, he can naturally figure out the purpose of the old man doing this, he is to control himself.

After venting the anger in his heart, Matt returned to the topic again, frowning and asked, "You took Stickman's body?"

"Yes, his body belongs to the Holy Church."

"Holy Church?"

"It seems that you still need to know a lot, but before that, I want your answer." Erica shook her head and said seriously: "Do you need help? You just need to answer yes or no."

Matt was silent, thinking of what Stick said before and the appearance of Erica now, he could vaguely grasp something, but everything was so vague, but the Hand and the Holy Society that Stick belonged to, he felt that he It must be taken seriously, and the question Erica raised now is the only breakthrough he can understand.

Finally, he nodded.

"need."

(End of this chapter)