In the competition with Xia Yu, Zhuo Zili indeed lost, without a doubt. Xia Yu's moonlight flash coupled with his rapid arrows were simply incomprehensible to Zhuo Zili.
After being silent for a while, the white-faced old man asked: "Second Young Master, it doesn't matter if you lose, but I made a bet before that if you lose, you will recognize them as your boss. Do you accept this excessive request?"
"I admit it! Of course I admit it!" Zhuo Zili puffed out his chest and said, "A man's words are hard to follow! Besides, Yu Wenxia is so powerful, what's wrong with me accepting him as the boss?"
"Second Young Master!" The white-faced old man stamped his feet and beat his chest, "You are confused! You are about to become the lord of Yunmen City. How can you accept a white ranger as your boss? You won't make people laugh to death if you tell me this?"
"You're wrong!" Zhuo Zili said proudly, "Yu Wenxia is already a Green Ranger! Besides, he has already promised me that recognizing him as the boss is a gentleman's agreement between us. On the surface, I still treat him as mine.
The city lord!"
The white-faced old man really felt like he was about to cry, "Second Young Master, Yu Wenxia is your boss, who has the final say in Yunmen City from now on? Should he listen to you, or should you listen to him?"
"This..." Zhuo Zili scratched his head, "I was too hasty just now and didn't say this. I'll ask him later."
"My second young master!" the white-faced old man said anxiously, "You must not accept this bet! Yu Wenxia and Qiao Xiaopang have made us suffer such a big loss, how can we keep them alive?"
The task of this white-faced old man is to assist Zhuo Zili to ascend to the position of city lord, so as to facilitate the sect to expand its power. Of course, he does not want to have another big brother above Zhuo Zili. Moreover, he feels from the bottom of his heart that Yu Wenxia is very dangerous. Such a person is absolutely
Can't keep it.
Zhuo Zili frowned and said: "Admit your bet and admit defeat! Yu Wenxia defeated me in person, but I am convinced in my heart anyway!"
The white-faced old man sighed, "Second Young Master is a gentleman, let me take care of the villain's affairs. Now that Yu Wenxia and the others are not vigilant, we should have a chance to get rid of them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold snort suddenly came from outside the door.
"who?"
Everyone in the room was shocked. This was the most heavily guarded place in Zhuo Zili's house. Someone could actually touch the door without noticing. Everyone was muttering in their hearts. Is the person who came here very powerful? Is he an enemy?
Is it a friend?
Before anyone could react, the entire room was suddenly filled with a suffocating pressure. Everyone present broke out in cold sweat and did not dare to move a finger.
This feeling was different from when they were trapped in Qiao Xiaopang's formation. In the formation, they still wanted to resist, but in the face of this pressure, their souls were trembling, and even their thinking was a little slow.
The person who came here is definitely a master, at least an earth-level master, or even a heaven-level master!
The white-faced old man with the highest cultivation level present swallowed his saliva and asked with all his strength: "Where is the master coming? Please show up."
He had tried his best, but his voice was still like a little girl who hadn't had enough to eat. Not only was his voice small, but it also had a vibrato.
Click!
The door bolt cracked from the middle without any warning, and the door opened by itself.
A man in black robes walked in "slowly" from outside. I said "slowly" because his movements seemed really slow, but no one saw him take a step, and the man was already in front of everyone.
The man in black robe smiled coldly and said: "I was passing by here and suddenly heard that someone was going to do something renegade. I thought it was strange, so I came to take a look."
He had put away his pressure when he spoke. Zhuo Zili and others finally looked better, but everyone's expressions were very cautious.
The white-faced old man respectfully raised his hands and asked: "I wonder which senior master is here? I apologize for missing the welcome!" The man in black robe looked at him expressionlessly and took out a dagger from his arms.
, threw it on the ground, and said calmly: "I hate two kinds of people most in my life, one is the person who breaks his word, and the other is the person who is unfaithful to the Lord. You have all these two points, don't let me
Do it yourself, do it yourself
Bar!"
The white-faced old man was stunned, "Senior, what do you mean?" "Don't you understand what I said?" The man in black robe said coldly, "Win or lose has been decided, but he wants to stir up trouble again. The master has made up his mind, but in
There have been repeated slanders. Shituo Villa wanted to intervene in Yunmen State, but they only sent you, an incompetent person. It is conceivable that there is really no talent.
, no wonder it hasn’t been able to develop for so many years. I don’t want to say more, you can commit suicide.”
"Senior..." Zhuo Zili finally regained his composure and stuttered, "He treated me..."
"Shut up!" The man in black robe snorted coldly, "You idiot, you have no right to speak!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure immediately enveloped Zhuo Zili. Zhuo Zili groaned, and a trace of blood immediately overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he almost fell to the ground.
The man in black robe looked at the white-faced old man again and said calmly: "Do it yourself!"
The white-faced old man gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, I don't know where I have offended you. You..."
"Wordy!" The man in black robe frowned, and with a wave of his hand, the dagger on the ground suddenly bounced up. Then a white light flashed, and with a "pop" sound it pierced the white-faced old man's Dantian area.
The white-faced old man screamed, and was hit by the huge force of the dagger. He flew to the wall, and then slipped down, clutching his stomach and groaning. This blow had broken his Dantian, and he was stabbed in the lower abdomen. Although it was a fatal injury,
But he couldn't die immediately, and he would have to struggle for a while before dying.
Seeing the tragic situation of the white-faced old man, everyone was silent and a little sad. However, under the absolute suppression of strength, everyone had difficulty breathing, let alone standing up for the white-faced old man.
The man in black robe looked at Zhuo Zili and snorted disdainfully, "You idiot! You actually became the city lord like this. Things in this world are really unfair!"
As soon as the pressure around him relaxed, Zhuo Zili was able to speak again. He gritted his teeth tightly and said, "I wonder who the senior is?"
The man in black robe smiled faintly and said, "What? Do you want those bed bugs in Golden Insect Manor to settle accounts with me?"
Zhuo Zili's expression changed slightly. He was a disciple of the Demon Sect Jinlong Village. When he heard the man in black robe insulting his master, he felt angry and clenched his fists, "Senior..."
Before he could say the next words, he was pushed back by a pressure, and his face immediately turned pale. The man in black robe glanced at him coldly, and slowly took out a purple wooden sign from his arms.
The front of my eyes shook. I saw three lifelike flames engraved on the wooden sign, as if they were about to jump out...