"I won't mention the past. This sentence was also taught to me by Brother Shuhuang."
"I didn't want the little lion to come, but he came. After hearing this, I couldn't stop him."
"Now that the deal is done, I... simply decided not to end it at all and let him fight with you, brother."
"Originally, I was thinking of letting the little lion learn from your experience and gain some knowledge from Brother Shuhuang, so that he would know that there is a world out there and there are people outside. It would also dampen his spirit..."
"After all, Brother Shuhuang, you are a great master who has been famous for a long time..."
"I taught him all his skills step by step..."
"I still know how much he weighs."
"Who would have thought that this kid would actually find Ba Ling by accident? He even outdid your brother!"
Uh-huh!
Poof!
These words were like a spear that stabbed into Long Yao's chest, then pierced out from behind, killing him to the core!
No one in this world can bear this sentence!
At this point, Xia Binghai sighed sadly and shook his head: "It doesn't matter if you find it, there's no need for me to do it myself."
"After all, there are not many graves in this world that can trouble my students."
Hearing this, everyone in Long Yao was filled with indignation and dying of shame.
Guo Haiqiang screamed "Xia Binghai", and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He fell straight back and fell to the ground, fainting on the spot.
Xia Binghai's words...
It's really too vicious!
Xia Binghai is so virtuous that he will never give up until he despises Mr. Long.
Twenty years of hatred that is as high as the mountains and as deep as the sea, more than six thousand days and nights of pain and suffering, once it breaks out, it will absolutely destroy the world!
Really——
enough--
Stimulate!
As I expected, Xia Binghai laughed and said loudly again: "There is something that needs to be clarified to Brother Shuhuang..."
"The total time I have taught my student is only two hundred days. A full eighteen years."
boom!
boom!
Crack, bang, bang!
After these last words came out, Liao Jianbo and Cheng Xinhua fell to the ground one after another, Zhong Xiaoqi burst into tears, and Yu Xiujie clenched his teeth, with blood streaming from his eyes.
Xia Binghai, these words...
Too poisonous, too poisonous, too poisonous!
Even after hearing this, I couldn’t help but have the urge to slap Xia Binghai!
The meaning behind Xia Binghai's words was to slap Long Yao on Old Bilian, then spit on Long Yao, and then point at Long Yao's nose and curse.
"You can't even defeat my disciples. Are you worthy of challenging me?"
"Your mother!"
"I, Xia Binghai's disciples can easily destroy your disciples, disciples, and grandsons, plus you, *** and Bilian are on an equal footing with me?"
"Your mother!"
There is no words in the world that are more shocking than this!
The blow from body to heart, from soul to soul, directly broke the hearts of Long Yao's disciples and disciples!
At this moment, Long Yao's black and blue face had long since disappeared, replaced by a layer of moldy ash from winter melon.
This is the dust before death!
In the middle of Long Yao's eyebrows, I also saw the death marks that appear when a person is about to die!
Xia Binghai, with his venomous tongue, directly shortened Old Dog Long's lifespan by three years!
I couldn't help but laugh secretly when I recalled the way Xia Binghai made her debut and was suppressed by Long Yao's ridicule and sarcasm, which made her depressed and embarrassed.
Old thing, old thing, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger! Pretend to be a pig and eat the elephant!
There is no one in the world as vicious as an old guy like you!
What the hell!
Even I lied!
"Brother Shicheng..."
Long Yao, who was beaten to the point of despair, spoke slowly, with a haggard voice and an old voice: "Today..."
"I understand..."
He said these words in a low, trembling voice, and a drop of blood spurted out from the corner of Long Yao's mouth, slid down his chin, and landed squarely on the first coordinate I dug out.
Xia Binghai sat in a wheelchair facing north, and the morning light cast a ferocious light on his face like Yama. He looked at the captured enemy chieftain like an emperor, slowly raised his hand behind his left shoulder, and responded sternly: "Brother Shuhuang , the days ahead are long, have a good journey.”
Long Yao used his last bit of strength to nod numbly, barely visible.
As soon as I stepped out, there was strange silence.
That foot seemed to have been separated from Long Yao's body long ago and did not obey Long Yao's orders at all.
After three full seconds, Long Yao tried to move again.
That is to say, this move of his feet completely revealed Long Yao's true colors!
As soon as he kicked out, Long Yao's body fell uncontrollably!
Wu Jiukan and Yu Xiujie caught Long Yao at the same time to prevent Long Yao from making a fool of himself, and saved Long Yao and the Long family army in time.
If Long Yao really fell to the ground, then there would be no need to play any further games.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes witnessed all this with their own eyes, and this scene was deeply engraved in their minds.
Wu Jiukan and Yu Xiujie supported Long Yao and quickly evacuated the scene, like a bereaved dog!
At this moment, Long Yao's prestige was wiped out, and Long Yao's disciples were completely defeated!
Caught in the middle, Long Yao's expression remained calm and demeanor, and the soul-destroying and unyielding divine light between his brows made people's hearts tremble.
Suddenly, at this moment, a huge loudspeaker suddenly blasted without warning.
"Work hard to rule Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty, and continue to lead the Long Family Army!"
"If you want to be the general counsel, it must be our Long family!"
"Who among the heroes in the world can fight?"
The mighty and majestic lifting of mountains and cauldrons, the majestic, passionate and uplifting familiar slogans filled the world. Long Yao was suddenly shaken in the middle of the march, his eye sockets burst, and his eyes suddenly started to bleed.
"puff!"
A mouthful of old blood sprayed out and turned into a rain of blood staining the blue sky of ancient capital city on the third day of March.
The Shangji Festival is supposed to be a season of revival for all things, but the ancient capital An is not showing any signs of spring.
The entire sky was covered with thick dust, and the rare sun became dim.
The hustle and bustle of the city, the surging crowds, and the feeling of depression and dullness are all there.
This feeling is even more obvious on Zhuque Street.
