Did he seem to be causing trouble for Shu Jingrong?
Sanmao's little body trembled, and she seemed to feel a chill!
This made a certain master know that he came here to help Shu Jingrong, but he failed to help and ended up getting into trouble with the Zhao family. I'm afraid he will suffer a lot.
Thinking of his master's tricks, Sanmao's delicate and pink face instantly wrinkled into a ball.
"Shu Jingrong, even if you want to beg for mercy now, our Zhao family will not let you live for more than three days." Zhao Shihong's eyes darkened at this time, and his whole person seemed to calm down.
Three days?
She is going to cause trouble for thousands of years, and she has no plans to die yet!
Three days was not enough time for her to do the rest. She had not eaten up Quan Shaohuang, solved the matter of the Tongming Blood Bracelet, and completely eliminated the spiritual problem in Quan Shaohuang's body.
...A lot of things have not been completed, three days? Forget it, she will live for a long time.
Shu Jingrong looked directly at the angry glares of the Zhao family, raised her lips and smiled softly: "I'm sorry, I think I will live for another thirty years, three hundred years or something. I don't like the number three days very much. I
I think it’s better to leave it to you.”
"You are really arrogant." Zhao Shihong's voice was cold.
Shu Jingrong stretched out her hand and shook her fingers, pursed her lips and smiled modestly: "I have always been humble and low-key, but some people insist on provoking me for no good reason, so I can't just hit them, right? Everyone here today is
I see, it’s you, the Zhao family, who are here to cause trouble for me.”
"You are really sharp-tongued! I would like to see what else you, the murderous witch, have to say."
An angry shout suddenly came from the crowd, the crowd dispersed, and an old man walked forward surrounded by several Zhao family members.
The person who came was wearing a black robe. He was thin and gloomy, but his aura was so cold that it was a bit hard to accept. Especially at this time, the pressure containing anger suddenly dissipated, and many people around him couldn't bear it and took a few steps back.
"Elder Zhao!"
Shu Jingrong felt convinced that this person might have had constant contact with the Zhao family, and they both had the same surname of Zhao...
Zhong Lifeng also lowered his voice at this time, approached her and whispered: "This is one of the three elders in the academy. The three elders are from the three major families. Although they are usually not allowed to interfere in the internal affairs of the academy,
Where is his identity? If he is invited by the Zhao family now, he will probably not hold back. You have to be careful later! He is now a twelve-star cultivation. In the academy, except for the other two elders and the dean,
I’m afraid there are not many who can match him.”
Shu Jingrong touched her nose and murmured softly: "This is like beating a young one to an old one. I just don't know if an older one will come if the old one is also crippled."
Yuan He and Lian Tianqi, who heard her muttering, couldn't help but twitch their lips.
Zhao Boyuan is already dead. Are you still planning to kill all the elders of this college?
Elder Zhao's seemingly turbid but sharp eyes were fixed on Shu Jingrong, and he suddenly shouted angrily: "Bold witch, why don't you kneel down and die for me!"
"Pfft!"
Shu Jingrong couldn't help but burst out laughing, causing everyone around her to stare at her with expressions like they were looking at monsters.
