A strong murderous aura flashed deep in those dark eyes, not directed at Ziyu, but at the Beiming Changfeng who made Ziyu change like this.
Taking a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, Bai Changtian raised his hand to reveal what was in his hand. He sighed and said to Ziyu, "Are you so obsessed with him? You are willing to make such a weapon for him."
A sharp light suddenly flashed in Ziyu's eyes.
The firearm Bai Changtian was holding in his hand was the firearm she had made. Before the final assembly and calibration, he actually sneaked into their secret room and stole her things.
Zhiyu directly pulled out the fish intestine sword in his arms.
"Yu'er." When Bai Changtian saw that Ziyu actually drew his sword against him, he couldn't help but look at Ziyu in shock: "Are you really going to use your sword against me?"
Without saying a word, Ziyu slashed at Bai Changtian with his sword.
Anyone who dares to sneak into her secret room and steal the firearm she made for Beiming Changfeng will die.
Bai Changtian watched Ziyu really draw his sword, his eyes widened, but his feet stood motionless. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that his fish would really attack him.
"Yu'er, you..."
"Pfft." The clear sound of a sword entering flesh interrupted his words. Ziyu slashed Bai Changtian's hand with his sword, and quickly snatched the firearm from Bai Changtian's hand with his body movements.
No hesitation, no mercy, no hesitation.
Bai Changtian looked down at his bleeding hand in disbelief. It was a real stab wound, a stab wound from a real fish.
"Yu'er, you really attacked me..." Bai Changtian looked at his arm with blood gushing out, his face full of shock and injury.
Ziyu held a sword in one hand and a firearm in the other, and faced Bai Changtian expressionlessly: "If you dare to invade my territory, I will kill you next time."
Sonorous, powerful and decisive.
"Fish..."
"Don't shout these two words." With a roar, Ziyu's whole body was filled with coldness: "The bond between you and me has long been a matter of the previous life. In this life, you and I are enemies, not friends. If we dare to have random friendships,
Don’t blame me and my husband for killing them all.”
Me and my husband, Ziyu and other men.
Bai Changtian's fingers clenched into fists in an instant, his eyes filled with ferociousness: "Beiming Changfeng, I can't spare you."
"Can't forgive me? Ha." Ziyu snorted coldly when he heard this, with sarcasm and sharpness on his face: "In the previous world, you were king, but here, don't forget that you are nothing. My eldest son is
The king here is a famous figure in the world. Here, he is the only one who can kill you. What qualifications do you have to say that you can't spare my life? It's really a joke."
Speaking of this, there was a faint sound of wind in the distance and quickly gathered around here. It must have been Ziyu's shout just now that alerted Beiming Changfeng's people who were guarding outside.
Gripping the firearm in his hand, Ziyu raised it and aimed it at Bai Changtian, who looked extremely ugly: "This time, my firearm has not been completed yet. Otherwise, you will be the first to be the sacrificer of my firearm."
There is no tenderness, no pretense of forbearance and pretense. What comes from Ziyu is a decisive coldness without any emotion, a coldness that has given up on him and treats him like an outsider. Even, even
No one is as good as an outsider.
Bai Changtian clenched his fists tightly, and the sound of bones cracking almost penetrated into the dark night.
His Ziyu is not like this, not so cold and decisive. The last time they met, he thought Ziyu was pretending to be strong, but deep in his dark eyes flashed a strong murderous intent, not for Ziyu, but for the person he let him.
The Beiming Changfeng that Ziyu has changed in this way.
Taking a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, Bai Changtian raised his hand to reveal what was in his hand. He sighed and said to Ziyu, "Are you so obsessed with him? You are willing to make such a weapon for him."
A sharp light suddenly flashed in Ziyu's eyes.
The firearm Bai Changtian was holding in his hand was the firearm she had made. Before the final assembly and calibration, he actually sneaked into their secret room and stole her things.
Zhiyu directly pulled out the fish intestine sword in his arms.
"Yu'er." When Bai Changtian saw that Ziyu actually drew his sword against him, he couldn't help but look at Ziyu in shock: "Are you really going to use your sword against me?"
Without saying a word, Ziyu slashed at Bai Changtian with his sword.
Anyone who dares to sneak into her secret room and steal the firearm she made for Beiming Changfeng will die.
Bai Changtian watched Ziyu really draw his sword, his eyes widened, but his feet stood motionless. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that his fish would really attack him.
"Yu'er, you..."
"Pfft." The clear sound of a sword entering flesh interrupted his words. Ziyu slashed Bai Changtian's hand with his sword, and quickly snatched the firearm from Bai Changtian's hand with his body movements.
No hesitation, no mercy, no hesitation.
Bai Changtian looked down at his bleeding hand in disbelief. It was a real stab wound, a stab wound from a real fish.
"Yu'er, you really attacked me..." Bai Changtian looked at his arm with blood gushing out, his face full of shock and injury.
Ziyu held a sword in one hand and a firearm in the other, and faced Bai Changtian expressionlessly: "If you dare to invade my territory, I will kill you next time."
Sonorous, powerful and decisive.
"Fish..."
"Don't shout these two words." With a roar, Ziyu's whole body was filled with coldness: "The bond between you and me has long been a matter of the previous life. In this life, you and I are enemies, not friends. If we dare to have random friendships,
Don’t blame me and my husband for killing them all.”
Me and my husband, Ziyu and other men.
Bai Changtian's fingers clenched into fists in an instant, his eyes filled with ferociousness: "Beiming Changfeng, I can't spare you."
"Can't forgive me? Ha." Ziyu snorted coldly when he heard this, with sarcasm and sharpness on his face: "In the previous world, you were king, but here, don't forget that you are nothing. My eldest son is
The king here is a famous figure in the world. Here, he is the only one who can kill you. What qualifications do you have to say that you can't spare my life? It's really a joke."
Speaking of this, there was a faint sound of wind in the distance and quickly gathered around here. It must have been Ziyu's shout just now that alerted Beiming Changfeng's people who were guarding outside.
Gripping the firearm in his hand, Ziyu raised it and aimed it at Bai Changtian, who looked extremely ugly: "This time, my firearm has not been completed yet. Otherwise, you will be the first to be the sacrificer of my firearm."
There is no tenderness, no pretense of forbearance and pretense. What comes from Ziyu is a decisive coldness without any emotion, a coldness that has given up on him and treats him like an outsider. Even, even
No one is as good as an outsider.
Bai Changtian clenched his fists tightly, and the sound of bones cracking almost penetrated into the dark night.
His Ziyu is not like this, not so cold and decisive. The last time they met, he thought Ziyu was pretending to be strong.