Chapter 402: Strong persecution (Mon./Wed.)

Zhou Heng shook his head. This cheap donkey is a veteran playing treasure pits, but it is totally impossible to do something serious.
He said, "Are all of your Mao family in this city?"
The middle-aged man hesitated. The black donkey immediately struck his hoof and drilled spiritually. The pain caused him to scream again and again. The cold sweat on his head was flowing down one layer after another. .
"It's really boneless, there are 107 more powerful ones in this seat!" The black donkey murmured.
That middle-aged man is a stunner again. This first one makes him immortal and miserable. There are 107 more powerful ones? He didn't have any doubt that the black donkey was lying, but would the ancestor who had conceived him lie to him?
He really guessed wrong, how can he believe the words of this cheap donkey?
"Most people have gone out to fight, and only a few remain in the main house!" He answered quickly.
"Are your ancestors there?" Zhou Heng asked again.
The middle-aged man was embarrassed and said, "As a villain, I'm really not qualified to know the whereabouts of my ancestors! Ah--"
The black donkey struck again, and the middle-aged man screamed again in pain.
Zhou Heng waved his hand, and the middle-aged man snorted softly and fell to the ground, his vitality cut off. He knew the other party was telling the truth, how could the little man know the movement of the family ancestor, he just asked casually.
"Go, let's go home!"
The black donkey was so vigorous that he ran off his four hooves and ran: "Walk!"
Neither of them danced to heaven again, but walked along the street, with corpses constantly on the road. But how can this level of evil make the two half-step immortals look squarely at each other, and they are smashed into pieces after being separated by a long distance.
"Huh?" Zhou Heng suddenly revealed a strange color.
"Huh?" After a while. The black donkey also showed the same expression.
One person and one donkey slowed down, walking on the street like a walk. When they passed a corner, alas, I saw a small figure suddenly emerged from the oblique side, a cold light flashed, stabbing Zhou Heng's waist.
The reason why Zhou Heng's waist is stabbed is because the figure is too short and can only pierce to this position.
"Ah!" Zhou Heng screamed. When Han Guang touched his body, he fell to the ground.
The black donkey was silent with his mouth half open. But his face was full of under-twisted distorted expressions, and he could not bear to laugh because he was so tired.
The little figure was actually a seven- or eight-year-old child. His clothes were torn and ragged, and his face was so dirty that he couldn't even see his looks, but his eyes were very agile and he held one in his hand. dagger.
Although he is small, he has the cultivation of the beginning!
After he stunned for a moment, he suddenly laughed: "Mao's dogs and animals. I finally avenged it!" With a smile, he turned suddenly and retched. Although there are countless dead people in the city, it is already commonplace, but this is two completely different feelings than killing yourself.
"Don't vomit. You haven't killed anyone yet!" Zhou Heng sat up straight.
"Ah!" The child was startled, but immediately exposed the fierce light, and tightened the dagger in his hand.
"Stop. We are not from the Mao family!" Zhou Heng smiled and raised his hand to surrender.
"Huh. Want to lie to me?" The child's alertness was still very high, and was not moved by Zhou Heng's words.
"Little kid. Why should we lie to you?" Black Donkey interjected.
"The donkey, the donkey, the donkey can talk!" The child was really startled this time. The whole man jumped up, but showed a eager expression. After all, he was a child, and curiosity overwhelmed fear and confusion.
But how Zhou Heng looked at the child seemed to be drooling, staring at the black donkey's ass, and shaking his throat a few times, like a very hungry person.
"This seat is heavenly and auspicious, what's so great about speaking? This seat will stand up and pee!" The black donkey really stood up and walked to the corner.
Snapped!
Zhou Heng slaps in the past, so that the black donkey cripples the idea of ​​demonstrating on the spot. He said, "What's your name, how can you walk alone in such a dangerous place?"
"Hum, want to tell me? I won't tell you!" The child was very guarded, sweeping Zhou Heng with a contemptuous expression.
"Yes, he's a bad guy!" The black donkey laughed. "This boy is greedy and stingy, and he doesn't talk about the friend's morale. Don't lie to him!"
Zhou Heng smiled and said, "We are going to trouble the Mao family now. Would you like to come over and see?" After he started, he walked away. He is already a god-infant, and his spirit is enough to cover the whole city of Tianfeng. What is the walking dead, he knows well.
In this way, the most convenient place for the living is the Mao family, just like a beacon in the dark, clear and clear.
The middle-aged man was right before. Most people in the Mao family have left. Although this place cannot be said to be an empty shell, there are not many left-behind people, and there are few powerful people.
He sensed the breath of every living person, most of them were in the sky, mountains and rivers, but there was also an ancestor who had conceived and wanted to come to the main house of the town.
The black donkey quickly followed, and the child chased after thinking about it.
Zhou Heng didn't go much, but it wasn't slow, enough to match the speed of a first-time martial artist. The black donkey naturally followed his steps, and although the child was panting shortly, he kept biting tightly and didn't stop halfway to rest.
"Zhou, this little kid is quite talented!" The black donkey said.
Zhou Heng nodded. The child was only seven or eight years old, but the realm had reached the beginning of its separation, which was comparable to the genius of any martial art family. It stands to reason that he should be a member of the Mao family. Only with the full training of the family can he enter the country so fast. However, from the attitude he just showed, he is very hostile to the Mao family but somehow.
Moreover, Zhou Heng did not feel the blood of the Mao family Hydra from him, although it may be that he did not inherit this blood.
The city is very large, and a loquat is split in it. From time to time, fissured magma splashes out and it is extremely difficult to walk. Zhou Heng walked ahead, but under the help of the divine will, he secretly helped the child, letting him jump over dangerous places without surprise.
Nearly half an hour later, they came to the front of a huge mansion. Unlike other places, there was no walking dead around them. The surroundings were quiet, like a paradise.
Although the little broken child has a primary separation, after all, his body has not yet grown, and the speed of the previous run has exceeded his limit, consuming a lot of physical strength. After stopping, he immediately sat on the ground with his buttocks, and his body quickly A cloud of sweat was formed.
Willpower is good!
Zhou Heng praised in his heart, and then yelled, "The guests are all here. Why can't the host come out to meet?"
When the child heard it, he jumped up in a panic and pointed at Zhou Hengdao: "You lied to me! You are with them!"
"Little broken child, watch quietly!" The black donkey pulled the child aside and shook his tail in excitement. It was ready to copy the house, and now it was warming up.
"Who, dare to make a noise in front of my Mao's house!" A low voice sounded in the door, and the door opened, rushing out a dozen people, but the person who made the sound did not show up, as if holding his identity Like.
The people in front of them were all dressed as servants of the house. Zhou Heng smiled, and took control of his right hand. Alas, a figure flew from Mao's house and made a loud noise. The man fell heavily to the ground and raised it to the ground. Dust.
Seeing this scene, all the descendants of the Mao family showed horror. They didn't know Zhou Heng, but they knew this man who had fallen to the ground, but it was Mao Zhiyun, a powerful man in the triple sky!
Such a strong man was caught by Zhou Heng from a long distance away from the house ... Gosh, what a terrible strength that man has!
And the little broken child is no longer troubled, although he is young, he can still see the situation clearly.
"Zhou, Zhou, Zhou Heng!" That Mao Zhiyun climbed up, and when he looked at Zhou Heng's appearance, he suddenly showed horror.
Zhou Heng was the enemy of Mao's family. When he was very weak, he destroyed several plans of Mao's family, but at the beginning, a behemoth like Mao's family didn't pay attention to ants. Knowing Zhou Heng's identity and wanting to deal with him, the boy had already entered Shangtian Wuge.
Facing the sage of the heavens, even if the Mao family were arrogant again, they did not dare to provoke easily, so they had to find another opportunity. But Zhou Heng's speed of improvement is too fast. It didn't take long for the news of the formation of a god, and then beheaded the Blood-Blooded Heavenly Jun. The Mao family was scared to move lightly.
Next, Zhou Heng broke into the conception, making the Mao family temporarily have to give up the idea of ​​killing him. The half-step fairy was not able to kill if he didn't want to kill, let alone Zhou Heng had a counter-killing baby. Demon Sins of Realm Records!
I didn't expect this guy to come to the door!
How dare he!
The Mao family didn't make a shot ~ EbookFREE.me ~ mainly because the ancestors who had conceived the fetus were enough to be proud of the world. If they wanted to escape, it would be difficult for the ancestors to kill them. But this kid actually came to the door by himself. Isn't this a dead end?
Although the ancestor of the Mao family was not in the house, this is the house of the Mao family. Of course, there are secret weapons in the town!
Zhou Heng smiled and yelled: "Within ten minutes, people who have nothing to do with Mao's family leave immediately, otherwise when the time is up, they will all be treated as Mao's family and kill!" When he said the last word, his murderous spirit overflowed Make everyone look pale.
"Zhou Heng, you are too aggressive, this is the Mao family!" Although Mao Zhiyun knew that he was not Zhou Heng's opponent, how could he show weakness at the door of his own home?
"Stay under you--"
puff!
A voice came from the mansion, but before he could finish speaking, Mao Zhiyun's chest had burst and turned into a blood rain.
Zhou Heng looked back and looked at an old man in Tsing Yi, who had just been shot by Mao Jiafu Middle School. (To be continued ...)