That was the sound of the young master's body hitting the floor.
The bright red blood dripped down the floor, which was very dazzling.
"The young master is dead?"
Mr. Song stared wide-eyed and stayed where he was.
The whole person felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
He was sent to protect the young master.
I thought that no one would pose a threat to the young sect leader in Qingfeng City.
However, because of my own carelessness.
He actually caused the young sect leader to die tragically in front of his eyes.
Old Song's hands and feet were cold, and he knew that he was to blame for the death of the young sect leader.
Not to mention the Zhenzhu Ancestor, even the sect leader would eat him alive.
At this time, endless regret filled his heart.
If I had known this, I should have taken action myself just now.
He slapped this inner disciple of the Baixing Sect to death.
This way.
Although he has to bear some of the wrath of the Baimingzong.
But with the power of Zhenzhumen, it can still withstand it.
The most important thing.
Then the young sect leader does not need to die.
But now...
Everything is over!
It was different from Mr. Song who was full of fear.
Zhao Fugui felt as if he had taken a hot bath, feeling relaxed all over.
He didn't even look at the young master.
Get up and come to the wine table.
He drank the half-empty jar of wine in one gulp.
The wine after killing is indeed better!
As for worrying.
As for fear.
Zhao Fugui didn't have the slightest clue.
Snap!
After he finished drinking half of the jar of wine, he threw the jar to the ground.
Then, like a warrior ready to die, he took the initiative to walk towards Mr. Song.
"I, Zhao Fugui, do what I do and I am responsible for others. I am the one who kills people. You can kill or cut them into pieces as you please. However, Brother Xiao did not take action. This matter has nothing to do with him."
What Zhao Fugui said was awe-inspiring.
Although that fat figure looks a bit funny.
But his courage and words were very eye-catching.
"Okay, okay, you dare to kill the young sect leader of my Zhenzhu Sect. I will take you back and wait for the sect leader to decide whether you are alive or dead. As for these two people, although they are not the murderer, they are also accomplices."
The terrifying aura of the Imperial Martial Realm burst out from Mr. Song's body.
"None of you can escape!"
Mr. Song looked ferocious and stared at Zhao Fugui.
If it must be handed over to the door owner.
He wished that Zhao Fugui could be buried with the young sect leader right now.
Even though I knew the result would be like this.
But Zhao Fugui still sighed.
Immediately he took a slight breath and spoke with spring thunder:
"run!"
After saying this, Zhao Fugui was filled with spiritual energy.
Like boiling water.
He was running his spiritual energy with all his strength, not retreating but advancing, his hands like pincers.
He actually hugged Mr. Song.
Obviously he wanted to hold Mr. Song back by himself.
Let Xiao Changfeng and Tong Yi escape.
"You alone want to stop me?"
Mr. Song was furious and his body was shaken.
The surging aura of the Imperial Martial Realm was far beyond what Zhao Fugui could resist.
Immediately, Zhao Fugui was so shocked that he took three steps back, bleeding from his mouth and nose.
At this time, Mr. Song did not stop.
He raised his right hand like an eagle's talon.
The majestic spiritual energy surged, and a claw suddenly fell.