? Huang Pulan didn't explain much and directly put the phone in front of Feng Tong. Taking Wang Mi away would be like putting a shameful hat on him. They are planning to have your girlfriend, and you are here to represent the sacred blade.
Saving people? Doesn’t this mean he is just a purebred bastard?
Feng Tong could never have imagined that it would be such a result. Wang Mi deserved to die, and Xue Jiamao deserved to die even more.
"Let me meet Xiaorou, okay?" Feng Tong gritted his teeth and made a request, but Huang Pulan opposite him remained unmoved like a clay sculpture.
"We just met her once. I want to apologize to her in person, really!"
Feng Tong is a recognized genius among the younger generation of Holy Blade, and he is also the most promising to be promoted to a Venerable before the age of thirty. However, he never expected that his girlfriend would be plotted against by his usually friendly friends, and he almost...
...He hates it! He hates it so much that he gnashes his teeth.
Huang Pulan smiled coldly and said, "You can see my sister, but there is a condition."
"What are the conditions? As long as I can see Xiaorou, I will agree to anything." Feng Tong's eyes showed an unconcealable eagerness, and even his fingers began to tremble slightly.
"Kill Wang Mi with your own hands. This kind of scum doesn't deserve to live in the world!" Huang Pulan said with a strong murderous intent in his voice, and a cold light flashed in his beautiful eyes.
Feng Tong hesitated, frowned and pondered for a long time and said: "Xiaolan, can you give me some time?"
Huang Pulan shook his head firmly and said: "No, Wang Mi cannot leave the Wuhun base alive. If you don't kill him, get out!"
There was a look of struggle in Feng Tong's eyes. His shoulder-length hair was not blowing in the wind. He stared at the cold light on the ceiling for a long time before sighing.
"Xiaolan, I can kill Wang Mi in front of you, but the bodies of the two must be taken back to me. There is one thing I must tell you. The person who kills Xue Jiamao will bear the wrath of Huan Zun."
Huan Zun, one of the Six Sacred Blades, the deceased Xue Jiamao was his grandson. People with superpowers are different from ancient warriors. Before they break through to the realm of venerables, their lifespan is no different from ordinary people, but once they reach the level
Once they reach the realm of the Venerable, their lifespan can be increased by about one armor, which is equivalent to that of a strong person in the realm among ancient warriors.
The Chinese Martial Spirit has only three earth realm worshipers excluding Xu Qing, but the Sacred Blade has six lords sitting in charge, so it is outnumbered in number. Even if there is some friction between the two parties, it is like worshiping the lord.
Such an old antique will maintain his own identity and will not interfere with the affairs of the people below him. Now that Feng Tong said that Master Huan will personally avenge his grandson, the credibility is naturally very high.
Huang Pulan didn't seem to care about Huan Zun's anger at all, and sneered: "You don't need to worry about this. Kill Wang Mi and take the body back."
Snap!
Huang Pulan clapped his hands together, and two tall and thick men walked in immediately outside the door. One of them was carrying a bulging black body bag, and the other was En Deli, who was carrying a chicken in his hand.
Lifting one of Wang Mi's legs, the door handle was loosened, and Wang Mi fell straight to the ground.
Except for Xu Qing, no one in the five teams could undo the acupuncture points that were tapped, and of course no one had the intention to do so for him.
"Let's do it, let us see your Feng Tong skills."
Huang Pulan looked at Feng Tong coldly, as if waiting for his move. Killing Wang Mi would mean tying Feng Tong to the fifth team.
Feng Tong glanced at Wang Mi, who was on the ground like mud. He slowly stretched out his palm, and an invisible spear gradually took shape in his palm. The entire spear seemed to be condensed from the wind element in the air.
Wang Mi, who was lying on his back on the ground, had no ability to resist at all. He could only stare at the light gray spear with his eyes. The head of the spear was extending inch by inch towards his chest. The next moment, it seemed that it would pass through his chest and seize him.
Walk his life which is not strong.
The tip of the spear finally reached Wang Mi's chest, and then lifted upward at a forty-five-degree angle. It only needed to advance one inch further to pierce his throat.
"You deserve to die if you touch my woman!" A cold light flashed in Feng Tong's eyes, and he gently pushed the tip of the gun forward, "Hi!" There was a soft sound, and Wang Mi's contracted pupils gradually dilated...
Feng Tong retracted his palm, and the wind gun dispersed with a sound. Wang Mi, who was lying on the ground, had a thumb-sized bloody hole in his Adam's apple, his pupils were dilated, and he was completely dead.
There was finally a smile on Huang Pulan's tense face. She waved to En Deli who was standing aside. Old En immediately took off a body bag from his waist and put Wang Mi's body in it with quick hands and feet.
Feng Tong raised the corner of his mouth and whispered, "Can you take me to see Xiaorou now?" "Of course." Huang Pulan nodded and smiled, got up and walked out the door.
Time passed quickly, and there was silence in the Wuhun base. Xu Qing slowly opened his eyes in a glass tank in the research hall. Eight and a half hours was not long, especially for sleeping in liquid.
shorter for people.
The first thing after waking up, he started to slap the inner wall of the glass tank with his palms, trying to wake up the white coat who was sleeping on the desk. Unfortunately, no matter how he slapped him, it was useless. The guy slept like a dead pig.
The tapping sound was like playing a lullaby to him, so he slapped his lips a few times and continued to sleep.
Xu Qing suddenly felt that his lower abdomen was swollen, and a strong urge to urinate hit every nerve in him. At this time, he no longer cared about damaging public property. There would be no difference between peeing in liquid and soaking in urine directly.
In desperation, Xu Qing stretched out his palms and slapped the glass trough with a Zhengyang Kaitai style. Bam! Two holes were directly punched out of the opening of the glass trough with powerful palm force. The white coat guarding the night looked up in shock.
, his eyes suddenly stopped, because he discovered that a torrent was pouring out of the glass trough on the opposite side, rushing towards him.
Wow!
The glass tank was originally thirty centimeters higher than the desk. The liquid spurted out and rushed towards the white coat, covering his head and face. He instinctively closed his eyes and shrank his head.
Xu Qing took advantage of the moment when his white coat was washed into a drowned rat, and rushed into the changing room. He took out the second one and poured it into the corner. When he was done, he shivered and quickly took out the clothes from the locker and put on them.
Walked out the door refreshed.
The sleep learning tank is indeed a high-tech gadget, and its effect is a bit incredible. It only took eight and a half hours in total. He felt as if those words and languages were innate. Now if he is asked to participate in any gambling game again
, Hao Wei became gloriously laid off;
He speaks five foreign languages, knows dictation, reading and reading very well. He has no questions about what it means to be a translator at this level. Now Xu Qing really wants to find someone who also understands foreign languages to communicate with him. When he scanned his eyes, he unexpectedly discovered that he was still with Dr. Wen Fei.
Study the amethyst pendant on the desk not far away.
What exactly is Xuanyuan Tianjing? Xu Qing suddenly recalled the words he and the doctor had murmured before, and seemed to have mentioned something about Xuanyuan Tianjing.