Long Xiaoshan said lightly: "Save you just by doing it, you don't have to think too much. If I really want to do anything to you, you can't resist."
Zhu Hongxue is speechless.
He understood that Long Xiaoshan was right.
With Long Xiaoshan's strength, even the people from the Blade Warehouse had no resistance in his hands, let alone him.
But his life was bumpy and his life was miserable.
I am really used to seeing people's sinister hearts.
Compared to Wen Qingcheng, he was even more unbelievable. He really couldn't figure out why Long Xiaoshan saved him for no reason. Could it be that the other party had a grudge against Huadaowu, or he had set his sights on Huadaowu and wanted to kill people and seize treasures, so he did it with his own hands.
But in that case, there is no need to save him.
After all, Huadaowu is not an ordinary force.
It is one of the seventeen super forces in the Xiyan Realm.
Why should Long Xiaoshan leave him a living habit? If he dies, no one knows that Huadaowu and other people are dead at the hands of the other party, which is not better.
Zhu Hongxue can't figure it out.
Seeing that Long Xiaoshan had no next move, Zhu Hongxue didn't think so much for the time being. Since he went to assassinate the Young Master Huadaowu, he was just thinking that he would become a good man if he didn't succeed. It would be a lucky chance to survive.
As for the rest, what does it mean to him, a rootless person?
He was not afraid of Long Xiaoshan's plan.
It's just a death.
Zhu Hongxue swallowed the pill, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing. After a moment, his arms gradually grew, and of course his face was still pale. His injuries, even the best spiritual pill, did not recover in a short period of time.
But the action is fine.
Zhu Hongxue opened her eyes and found that Long Xiaoshan was still there.
Long Xiaoshan lifted Huang Tiandao under his feet: "Do you have a grudge against him?"
Zhu Hongxue looked at Huang Tian who was tied up, and a trace of deep hatred flashed in her empty and cold eyes. Long Xiaoshan had seen Zhu Hongxue and could hardly feel any emotional fluctuations from him.
Only the cold and melancholy as dark as the night.
But now he showed such intense emotions towards Huang Tian, which shows that these two people are really very grudged.
"What's going on?"
Zhu Hongxue lowered her head and said nothing.
Long Xiaoshan said, "Don't want to say it? Well, it's useless to keep it."
As he said that, Long Xiaoshan's fingers moved slightly, and the silk threads that tied Huang Tian suddenly tightened, blood splashed, Huang Tian's eyes were frightened, but he could not speak.
Seeing that Huang Tian was about to be strangled.
Zhu Hongxue's face finally became bullied. He suppressed his voice and said, "Can you hand him over to me? I can exchange anything."
Long Xiaoshan looked at him.
Zhu Hongxue was silent for a moment before speaking: "When Huadaowu was searching for sword techniques all over the world, because my Zhu family refused to hand over the sword techniques. On a windy and snowy night, Huadaowu entered my Zhu family. That year, the snow was very heavy. I lay in the snow stained with blood. I watched the people in Huadaowu with my own eyes, killed our Zhu family, and hung their heads on the flagpole of the Zhu family.
This person is one of them. He was only twelve or thirteen years old, but he was ruthless and even my infant sister was not spared.
I don't know how I survived.
I only know that the only purpose of my survival is to let Huadaowu disappear from this world and to let Huadaowu be filled with red snow."
Long Xiaoshan was silent.
It seemed as if a cold wind was rolling and wailing in the void.
Click!
He swung his hand and Huang Tian fell at Zhu Hongxue's feet: "He is yours."
Zhu Hongxue's eyes lit up suddenly.
Immediately, a large amount of blood surged, immersing Zhu Hongxue's eyes, and dark red snowflakes floated in the sky again.