Vol 2 Chapter 82: : Yang Mang thorn

The intimacy from the body and blood, and the love from the soul and the will. This dual emotion burst in Zheng Lun's heart after learning that Su Daji had disappeared, so that he could hardly preserve even the most basic reason. Regardless, angrily came to the National Teacher's Palace. Look. Wool. Line. Chinese. Text. Net
At this time, after seeking to see the national teacher was rejected, the anger that had been brewing in the heart rushed straight to the top of the head. Under the rush of blood and blood, even the face turned red, and the bloodshot eyes were like wild beasts. Choose someone and eat!
"I don't care what he is doing, I will see him right now!"
Seeing his extremely bad attitude, Hong Jin's face quickly cooled down, and he said solemnly: "Jizhouhou, don't forget your identity. You have no qualifications to order the Master of the National Normal University, and you are not qualified to behave in the National Teacher's Mansion! The gate of the mansion is closed all year round, and the princes who give gifts can't even knock on the door. Opening the door this time to welcome you has given you enough face. If you don't want this decentness, don't blame me for being rude."
Zheng Lun didn't say much any more, he raised his hand and summoned a long sword that released the flow of wind, and slashed towards Hong Jin.
"clang!"
Hong Jin stretched out his hand, and a blade of sword light shot out from the cuff of his right hand. The tip of the sword hit the blade, and a deafening noise erupted. The aftermath of the wind and the overflowing fairy gas turned into a sword of wind. Qi cut the bluestone ground, leaving countless scars on the black wooden door.
Zheng Lun's body stepped back slightly under the blast of the pair, pressing his right foot on the ground, and the human sword merged into one, turning into a faint afterimage, rushing towards Hong Jin's throat.
"boom!"
Hong Jinjian is like a meteor, and the cold light is dazzling. A sword smashed the afterimage of the long sword. He sneered: "I think you are also fascinated by ghosts. With this strength, even I can't pass this level. ?"
Zheng Lun stumbled to the ground, spouting a mouthful of orangutan blood, his complexion instantly wilted. Look at ‘hair, thread, Chinese, text, net
Hong Jin came to him step by step, stretched out his hand to lift it, and dragged his body back to the interior of the National Teacher's Mansion...
He was brutally severely injured and vomited blood for three liters. Zheng Lun's anger gradually dissipated with the pain on his body and the blood he vomited. The manic soul quickly calmed down and whispered: "Sorry, I was impulsive, I am not I intend to forcibly break into the National Teacher’s House, let alone be an enemy of the National Teacher, but suddenly heard that the family will transmit the sound, my family... my daughter has disappeared for no reason."
"Your daughter has disappeared for no reason, why did you forcefully break into the National Teacher's Mansion?!" Hong Jin frowned.
Zheng Lun was startled slightly, his face was a little unnatural and said: "I heard that the National Teacher's Palace sent someone to abduct my daughter..."
"Absurd!" Before the words were over, Hong Jin said categorically: "Where do you serve as our country's teacher's residence, robber den? How could we kidnap others? Jizhouhou, you understand, who told you about the country? The teacher's palace kidnapped your daughter?"
Zheng Lun: "..."
Where did someone tell him, how could he produce any evidence...
"Why are you hesitating? Could it be that the witness couldn't see the light? Or there was no one to inform you at all. You came here with your suspicion and shouted at our teacher's residence?" Hong Jin asked further.
Zheng Lun was very embarrassed, cold face, pretending to be calm and authentic: "This matter cannot be understood in a few words, not to mention that it is meaningless for me and you to understand. If the national teacher does not have time to meet me, I will come to him next time. ."
Hong Jin shook his head and said: "On a whim, I want to leave unscathed when I ran over to make a fuss. What good things do you want? Jizhouhou, today you can't go anymore. Obediently, you will catch it and wait for the national teacher to lose!"
"If it weren't for my old injury, do you think you can stop me?" Zheng Lun took a deep breath, clenched his hand and said, "Don't force me and you to die!"
"I like catching fish the most. You can try it, can you tear the fishing net!" Nezha held a fire-tip spear and stepped on the circle of the universe, with mixed silk floating in the wind on his arm, and flew from the National Teacher's Palace. Come out, suspended above Zheng Lun's head.
Zheng Lun's face stiffened slightly, and he could feel that the strength of this child was only higher than Hong Jin.
"You can't imprison a prince at will, only the king can judge me!"
Hong Jin sneered, without arguing with him, took him into the National Teacher's Mansion, and detained him in a wood house...
The palace, in front of the big study.
Shang Xi bowed and knocked on the closed door, and whispered softly: "I want to tell the king, Zheng Guanhou asks to see you, there is something important to report to the king in person."
In the large study room, the smoke was lingering, King Zhou sat cross-legged on a futon woven with gold and silver threads, slowly opened his eyes, two white and golden lights flashed from his eyes.
"Which prince is in charge of Zheng Guanhou?" King Zhou asked.
"Belong to the command of Bei Bohou." Shang Xi said.
"Under Chonghou Tiger..." King Zhou muttered to himself, his voice suddenly high: "Shangxi, Xuanzheng Guan Hou saw it."
Not long after that, a tall and burly man in common clothes slowly stepped into the study and said to King Zhou behind the table: "Chen Zheng Guan and Hou Yangmang, see the king!"
"No ceremony, flat body, what important thing does Zheng Guanhou want to see the widow?" King Zhou said.
Zheng Guanhou Yang Mang stood up, looked left and right, and said softly: "My lord, this matter is of great importance, please allow the minister to be close to his ears."
"No." King Zhou categorically said: "There is no outsider here, Zheng Guanhou said bluntly."
Yang Mang frowned and said solemnly: "If you don't speak secretly, you lose your country. The king and the minister have to report to Yin Shangshe Ji. Once the wall has ears and is heard, the consequences may be unimaginable!"
Hearing the words, King Zhou suddenly began to play with his eyes, and said in deep thought, "You can go forward five steps."
Yang Mang pursed his mouth, strode out, and arrived in the middle of the study five steps, looking at King Zhou ten steps away, saying, "King Qi, the minister reported that Beibei Hou Chonghouhu had hidden evil intentions, and his intentions were wrong."
"How did you find out? Is there evidence?" King Zhou said.
Yang Mang stretched his right hand into the cuff of his left arm and said with a low eye: "The minister just discovered this morning, the evidence is here..."
Before he finished his words, his right hand hidden in his left sleeve suddenly pulled out a dark green short blade, and hurled it at King Zhou's throat!
"Om!"
King Zhou stared at this scene blankly, and with a thought, the vast fairy qi turned into a field, filling the entire large study room, and forcibly confining the dark green short blade in the air.
Yang Mang's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in horror: "You unexpectedly, unexpectedly..."
"Puff!" King Zhou didn't give him a chance to speak out. With a flick of his finger, the dark green short blade in mid-air instantly turned into a green light, easily piercing his forehead.