Vol 2 Chapter 79: : Hit hard

"As long as Su Hu doesn't kill himself, I don't care about all his previous brain-dead bewildering behaviors. Look at'hairy, thread, Chinese, text, and the Internet." Su Jin looked at Su Daji's transparent eyes, "but you You should also understand your father. With his life-threatening character, it will definitely be difficult for him to die in the future!
Su Daji: "..."
Although she felt very uncomfortable, she couldn't find a reason to refute for a while.
There is nothing wrong with being kind, and there is nothing wrong with adhering to justice, but everything has a certain degree. When it exceeds a certain unbreakable bottom line, any kindness may turn into disaster!
A few days later, at midnight, the moon was black and the wind was high, and the wind was howling.
In a house near the palace, in the bedroom, the stern wind penetrated the gap between the wooden windows and rushed into the room, extinguishing twelve bronze oil lamps with bright yellow flames.
The man sleeping on the bed suddenly woke up, reached out his hand to hold the unsheathed copper sword on the head of the bed, stared at the pitch-black front, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake in the dark, his muscles tightened. stretch.
"Master Shang, you disappoint me." In the room where you can't see your fingers, footsteps suddenly sounded, step by step as if stepping on the tip of Shangxi's heart, which was exactly the same as his heartbeat frequency.
"I follow the king by myself, life is the king's servant, death is the king's dead soul, how can you betray the lord because of your threat?" Shang Xi trembling slightly with the right hand holding the bronze sword, but thinking of the National Normal University People should be by their side, and gradually gained confidence in their hearts, sneered.
"What a loyal servant, what a loyal dog!" A group of ghost fire suddenly appeared in front of Shang Xi, illuminating the dark room.
With the help of the gloomy green light, Shang Xi saw a man with a fuzzy face standing in front of the bed, holding the flame in the palm of his left hand, and holding a long sword shining with red light in his right hand, as if from hell. The devil killed in!
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Before he could respond, a series of purple patterns suddenly appeared on the ground, and then quickly spread to the walls, doors and windows, turning the entire bedroom into a completely sealed cage. Look. Wool. Line. Chinese. Text. Net
The mysterious man's heart suddenly chilled, turned around and slammed into the wooden door, only to hear a loud bang, countless thunder fronts turned into copper walls and iron walls, and bounced them back!
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be Zheng Lun!" Su Jin stepped out of the dark void and slowly landed in front of the mysterious man.
"boom!"
The mysterious man didn't mean to respond at all, suddenly raised the scarlet long sword in his hand, slashed heavily on the wooden door covered with purple lines, and a deafening noise erupted.
"Don't waste your time." Su Jin said coldly: "Since you have been caught in my urn, I won't give you a chance to get out easily."
Zheng Lun slowly turned around, and for the first time in his life carefully looked at his "old enemy" in his destiny!
From the naked eye, this reputation is aside from the fact that the powerful master of the country except the demon does not seem to have the slightest sense of immortality. On the contrary, he has a hideous face, and a bad breath is revealed all over his body. In this darkness, actually He is more wicked than him.
"Do you think you are determined to win?" Zheng Lun asked quietly after a long silence.
Su Jin shook her head and raised her right hand to him. Numerous dazzling thunders suddenly exploded, slamming Zheng Lun frantically.
"I will come to see you again!" Facing the overwhelming thunder, Zheng Lun not only showed no fear on his face, but threatened Su Jin: "If you die!"
Su Jin frowned, her body quickly backed away under the warning in her heart, and she grabbed Shang Xi by the collar, and flew out of the bedroom with him...
At this time, Zheng Lun's body was inflated rapidly, and endless violent fairy energy surged in it. When his body swelled to the shape of a ball, it suddenly burst, like a star burst, and the powerful shock wave instantly exploded. Su Jin's formation overturned Shang Xi's bedroom.
Su Jin grabbed the collar and hung in the air, looking down at most of the destroyed house, Shang Xi's heart was instantly filled with fear and fear.
If it were not for the first threat, he rushed to send his family out of the residence, the explosion would be enough to make him regret for life.
Su Jin waved her sleeves, the wind blew away the dust, and brought Shang Xi lightly to fall in front of the ruined house: "After practicing for so many years, the body will explode and it will explode at the cost of being a lonely ghost. Continuing his journey of revenge, Zheng Lun is not strong enough, but his disposition is not bad."
Compared with him, Shang Xi was less relaxed, and asked tremblingly: "That is, will he come back again?"
"Don't worry, with me in Chaoge, he will not be able to turn over any waves in his heyday, let alone become a lonely ghost." Su Jin comforted.
After hearing this, Shang Xi let go and said sincerely: "The Master of National Normal University is quite a teacher..."
"Wen Zhong..." Su Jin narrowed her eyes and whispered softly.
The patron saint of the Shang Dynasty to him is like a sharp blade hanging above his head. He can confuse King Zhou, can subdue a hundred officials, and can make a famous person like Bigan Meibo soften. Na Wenzhong has no choice.
Wen Zhong who beat Wang Jinbian in his hand, leave him alone. Even King Zhou can't stop him. Once the opponent returns, if he is not pleasing to the eye, then it is bound to cause a huge war...
"Would you like to send someone to support Yuan Futong... It seems that it is more in my interest to drag Wen Zhong to Beihai." Su Jin's thinking continued to diverge, silently slandering.
The princes’ house, the residence of Jizhouhou.
Jizhou Hou Suhu, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by a burst of icy cold air. He opened his eyes and saw that the plotter Zheng Lun dragged his blood all the way to the head of his bed with scars and scars. He stared at his body without blinking.
Su Hu shuddered, his eyes almost came out, and said in surprise, "Zheng Lun, what's wrong with you?!"
"I fell into the trap of the national teacher by being careless, shattered the immortal body, and severely damaged the soul!" Zheng Lun said nonchalantly.
Su Hu heard that a flash of anger flashed on his face, and shouted: "The dignified national teacher, using such insidious means to harm people, it is improper to be a son of man, and I am angry!"
Zheng Lun tilted his head and looked at his righteous indignation. He suddenly felt sick for no reason. He said coldly, "Master Hou, please find a body for me immediately. I want to rebirth!"
Su Hu gave a sudden sigh in his heart and hesitated: "Zheng Lun, it's not that Benhou didn't want to find a suitable body for you. It's just that the ten people that Benhou brought into the city this time, except you, are all my brothers. ... Besides, the matter of taking home is really evil and hurt. Is there any other way to recover your injury?"