Bang!
The black man was kicked away.
Zhao An's figure swayed, like a black ghost, arriving first in the direction of his flight and crushing his spine with a punch.
The sound of broken bones caused the people watching the battle to run away, and Cui Shixiang also dragged Xu Ruqing to run away.
A large open space was opened in front of the Honglu Temple, leaving only the black man who was screaming on the spot with Zhao An holding his back. At this moment, Zhao An's hand had torn open his back, and blood was gushing out like cheap water.
"Factory Supervisor, spare your life!"
The black man was so frightened that he succumbed to the agony.
The two women watching the battle in the attic rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
Why did the boy who had been tortured just now suddenly become a different person, and his strength seemed to have soared to the level of a grand master!
But it's useless.
Zhao An's eyes were completely immersed in the dust-laden resentment in the heart of the original owner. There was only the killing scene in the palace in front of him. The group of Daxia warriors who fell on the ground all turned into killed waiters in his eyes.
That year, the little boy held a knife and killed a man with his thin body. His head was rolling, and the blade was cut off!
Zhao An couldn't control his violent emotions, spread his hands, and punched the black man from behind under everyone's horrified eyes.
Puff.
The black man was shaking all over. He lowered his head and looked at the bloody hand pierced through his chest. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words turned into painful sobs when he reached his lips.
His eyes gradually solidified, and as he withdrew his bloody hand, his strong body fell down. He looked in the direction of his hometown in the south, eyes unblinking, and the blood at the corner of his mouth stained the floor red.
A ninth-grade peak physical practitioner comparable to a great master died like this.
His body was torn apart alive by a seemingly thin young man.
No one spoke on the street, and everyone's eyes were full of fear. The scene just now was too terrifying, and a surge of resentment was invisible and vented from Zhao An's body, as if he was in Shura Hell.
Zhao An drooped his arms and panted heavily as he looked down at the corpse. Finally, his vision went black and he fell to the ground.
"gentlemen!"
"Master Zhao!"
The cry rang in his ears, but Zhao An didn't react at all.
Cui Shixiang and Xu Ruqing hurriedly took him away, and Nanliang's challenge to Daxia was shattered.
"The black man was killed, Master Zhao did it himself."
In just half a day, the news spread throughout the capital. With someone secretly adding fuel to the flames and the storyteller polishing it, Zhao An almost became an invincible god of war, killing madmen and bringing prestige to the country!
In the harem, the empress was stunned for a long time after hearing the news.
She knew that Zhao An lost his memory and turned into a soft-footed shrimp, but she didn't expect that he would come forward.
She also held a piece of information about the man in her hand.
The other party's name is Xun Qiong, a close disciple of a great master. He has been practicing physical training since he was a child. He is capable of carrying cauldrons and can pull up mountains and rivers.
Originally, she was thinking about how to deal with this troublesome existence that was comparable to a great master, but Zhao An helped her solve it.
"That guy really doesn't let me worry..."
The empress smiled bitterly three times, and immediately asked someone to fetch the best tonics from the warehouse and send them to Tianshui Hospital, and also sent the imperial doctor along with her.
If Zhao An dies, there is no need to keep their heads!
In Cining Palace, Luo Qingshuang's eyes changed slightly as she listened to the maid's reply.
She said: "How could Mr. Zhao defeat that barbarian? What happened?"
"It is said that Mr. Zhao was defeated at first, but for some reason he seemed possessed by a demon and his strength soared, so he killed the strong man."
"You all go down."
"Here."
The maids all exited the hall and carefully closed the door.
Luo Qingshuang came to the dressing table and combed her hair slowly. The figure in the mirror was so beautiful.
Suddenly, a black shadow with a broken arm and a bronze mask appeared behind the screen.
Luo Qingshuang said: "Go and bring that guy named Xun Qiong to the Ai family."
The shadow shook his head and said: "He is already dead, don't do meaningless things."
"Just do it if you are asked to do it. Do you still need to comment on the Aijia's work?"
The black shadow said: "You have gone crazy. I suggest you go back and check your body."
"Shut up, do you believe that the Ai family will deal with you?"
"My subordinates dare not."
The black shadow turned around mechanically and climbed through the window.
Luo Qingshuang looked at the window, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "The Ai family will deal with any group of disobedient things."
Tianshui courtyard.
Zhao An is still sleeping, he has been unconscious for two days.
Xu Ruqing couldn't bear it anymore so she went back to rest, but the doctors didn't dare to neglect him at all, and they didn't understand why Mr. Zhao didn't wake up yet.
At this moment, the old woman from Jiushitang entered Tianshuiyuan under the guidance of Jiuyin.
Jiuyin called all the doctors away, leaving only the old woman in the room.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhao An quietly with her dry face, muddy tears bursting out of her eyes, her withered hands touching her pale cheeks, and wailing: "Why bother..."
She cried for a long time and then said: "I think back in the past, you were so majestic and heroic, but now time has changed and you don't even remember your old friend."
The old woman took out a sketch from her arms, and it was Zhao An's appearance in it.
The old woman whispered: "I still remember when you taught me to draw these scrolls and said you would take me back to your hometown to live another life. But I have been waiting for you for more than a hundred years. This is you The answer you gave me? If I knew this, I should have been tougher at the beginning, it was better than having to keep reincarnation alone."
As the old woman spoke, tears fell on the back of Zhao An's hand, and suddenly Zhao An's fingers moved.
The old woman didn't notice it, and kept murmuring: "Jiunai Jishu, this time, everything will come to an end, wake up quickly."
"Husband, husband..."
In his sleep, Zhao An heard a young and gentle voice, and a woman in white holding a long sword flashed in front of his eyes. She was so beautiful, Zhao An almost subconsciously called out her name, but the name got stuck. stuck in his throat, unable to speak out.
"Husband, are you still awake?"
The woman angrily picked up the brush and came over, "If you don't wake up, I'll draw some bastards on your face."
Zhao An just looked at her, feeling so at ease. This was a feeling of soul blending. Her aura was extremely intimate, a bit like the sense of security that Yunzhu brought to people.
No, this is family affection, not a sense of security...
Who is she?
Zhao An really wanted to ask her name, but before he could speak, the screen flashed and he saw the capital city with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. She lowered her head and dragged a black coffin to the front with all her strength with her thin body. Okay, she seemed to have dried up her tears and her face was frighteningly pale.
In another blink of an eye, she became even thinner, and left with a black coffin in Tianshuiyuan's carriage. In the distance, a blood-red figure loomed in the sea of fire.
Next, Zhao An witnessed her past with his own eyes.
