The messenger of Doumen was so angry that his eight-character eyebrows turned into inverted eight-brows, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Looking at him like that, it was as if he was about to open his mouth and swallow Zhong Qinglei alive.

It's just strange to say that even though Zhong Qinglei has been slapped in the face in front of hundreds of people, his old face has been thrown into the clouds, but Doumen's messenger is only angry on the surface, and he doesn't dare to do anything to Zhong Qinglei, let alone again. Take out the Doumen sign.

In the case of weak strength, it is understandable that he dare not be angry.

But he didn't even dare to lift Doumen out as a signboard. Isn't it a little weird?

Seeing that the other party didn't dare to do anything, Zhong Qinglei became even more energetic, and slapped the Doumen messenger a few times and said, "What's wrong? Aren't you very arrogant in front of us in the middle of the night? Why are you like a quail now? Don't you dare say it?"

The Doumen messenger's face was gloomy and uncertain, but there was a bit of panic in his eyes.

He asked with a pale face: "What did you do? I mean last night, after you said you were going to consider my request, what did you **** do? Why did you come back covered in blood? "

At the end of the sentence, Doumen's messenger was almost roaring at Liu Zhengyang, and he didn't know where his courage came from.

But judging from his reaction, he should have felt something.

After all, the attitude of Liu Zhengyang and others, as well as the blood on his body, have already explained a lot of problems.

Zhong Qinglei directly revealed the answer and said: "You are not a fool, you should have guessed it already? Yesterday took advantage of your visit to us as a guest and caused your Doumen monks to relax their vigilance. Let's go raid Doumen and kill the Doumen monks. A lot."

"What? How is that possible? Where did you come from so much strength?" The Doumen messenger said with a look of despair, "Your strength is already so strong? But it's not right! No matter how strong you are, it is impossible. With just a few people, thousands of troops are attacking our Doumen!"

As he spoke, the Doumen messenger suddenly sneered again: "Are you guys treating me as a fool? There is no such powerful person in the world. I still have this sense of judgment!"

Liu Zhengyang didn't deny it, he nodded and said, "If it's a frontal fight, we really can't do anything to the monks in Doumen. This is an undeniable thing. But, we were raided in the middle of the night. Guess the monks in Doumen. Do you know how many people attacked you? Would you dare to fight to the death under such circumstances?"

The messenger of Doumen looked at Liu Zhengyang blankly, his face suddenly full of ashen color.

He was really desperate.

He already knew that he couldn't leave the Alliance alive.

"It seems that I was really abandoned by the top management of Doumen." The Doumen messenger said sullenly: "The top boss of Doumen knows that you are so powerful, but they still send me here as messenger, just to delay time and integrate strength? It's a pity that In the end, you will be the first army."

"Oh, did you see that?" Liu Zhengyang was a little surprised and said, "To be honest, if you had this consciousness from the beginning, you wouldn't have been used by Doumen's high-level officials and sent as cannon fodder, but it has been said that now. Nothing is of use, you must be a tool for sacrificing the flag."

After finishing speaking, Liu Zhengyang handed over the matter to Zhang Qin, and he led people to the city wall again.