When I woke up, it was three poles in the sun.

Zheng Fan sat on the edge of the bed, stroked his forehead with his left hand, his eyes were still exhausted from the side effects of the "drug".

At this time, Ke's voice came from the door:

"Uncle, do you have lunch?"

Zheng Fan finished his contemplation and said in a hoarse voice:

"Get something light."

"Okay, the maidservant understands."

After washing, Zheng Fan walked to the front hall.

On the table were a few light dishes and a bowl of plain noodles.

Being able to make these foods in such a short period of time is really extraordinary.

Zheng Fan picked up the noodle bowl and asked while eating:

"Did Siniang come back last night?"

"If you go back to your uncle, I'm back, and I left in the morning."

Zheng Fan nodded.

Without eating much, Zheng Fan put down his chopsticks and walked to the backyard alone.

There is an open area in the backyard with a weapon and a large water tank. It is where Uncle Zheng practices martial arts on weekdays.

Body shape stepped forward,

Draw a knife

When Zheng Fan practiced the sword, there were no fixed routines except for some basic movements. Anyway, as long as he needed, he could pick a demon king to accompany him to practice the sword.

After practicing for nearly an hour, Zheng Fan threw the knife out, and the flying knife fell back into the weapon rack.

Immediately afterwards,

Zheng Fan took off his coat and entered the water tank.

"Uncle."

Keshi had been paying attention to the movement in the yard. She was able to figure out some of Zheng Fan's habits. At this time, she took the initiative to walk over and brought ice drinkers to her.

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand to take it, and when he was about to drink, he stopped again.

"You drink it."

"Ok?"

"Drink it."

"Yes, uncle."

Keshi took a sip and looked at Zheng Fan.

Seeing that Zheng Fan didn't respond, she could only take a few more sips. She couldn't bear things that were too cold, but she had no choice.

"Okay, go get me another cup."

"Yes, uncle."

Zheng Fan leaned back and pressed his back against the wall of the water tank.

then,

"Cang Dang",

The cup shattered,

Keshi fainted on the ground.

Sitting in the water tank, Zheng Fan saw this scene. He held out the water with both hands, slapped it on his face, tilted his neck back, and looked at the sky above his head with a smile on his mouth.

Immediately afterwards,

Zheng Fan stood up,

He walked out of the water tank, came to the weapon rack, and drew out the knife that he had put back earlier.

Xu is because of the hot weather, so Zheng Fan feels that he is especially irritable today.

Irritable when waking up,

Irritated when practicing martial arts,

Even if I soak myself in the water tank, I still feel irritable,

Especially when Keshi fainted on the ground,

That emotion immediately filled Zheng Fan's limbs.

Something,

Come once,

He could smile, and he passed,

But if it's going to happen one after another...

He is unwilling.

About a quarter of an hour passed,

There was no other noise in the yard,

There were only Zheng Fan standing and holding a knife, and the Keshi fainted on the ground.

"come out."

Zheng Fan said.

He knew that there must be someone who was "peeping" here.

at last,

In the pond in the yard, a face of Xue San emerged.

Xue San slowly crawled out of the pond, shaking the drops of water on his body, and looking at Zheng Fan.

Two daggers,

From the position of your wrists and arms,

Sliding up and down again and again,

Sliding up again, sliding down again;

The expression on his face is constantly switching from indifference to indifference to flattering.

all in all,

San Ye is very tangled now.

on the one hand,

It was the information that Fan Li provided to him.

I should go up and show the Lord a little bit of color, and then get an advanced level like Fan Li;

But on the other hand,

Looking at the Lord standing there with the knife,

He was a little... hesitant.

In fact, whether it is Zheng Fan, the master or the seven demon kings, although in daily life, "the master" comes to "the master", in fact, no one really removes this "master-servant" relationship. really.

However, after all, after getting along for so long, Xue San is really reluctant to tear his face.

Among the seven demon kings,

The one recognized as the stupid has advanced,

None of the other demon kings are really fools.

Xue San also knew that if he chose the wrong one, if something went wrong, it was very likely that he would not be promoted, and he would still face the risk of "cancelling his account".

at last,

Xue San made a decision,

His face was fixed with a "pleasant" smile,

To Zheng Fan:

"Lord, if your subordinates say that this is just an accident, would you believe it?"

Zheng Fan did not answer,

He carried the knife and rushed over directly.

Xue San's eyes condensed, his figure flashed immediately, and he left the place, while Zheng Fan's knife slashed on the floor tiles, cracks appeared in the floor tiles in this area.

"Master, misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding."

As soon as Xue San finished speaking, Zheng Fan's other knife came again.

As a last resort, Xue San could only take out his own dagger and forcibly hold Zheng Fan's knife. After the weapon collided, there was a slight blockage. Xue San took this opportunity to pull a distance again.

"Master, can we put down the knife, and the subordinate kneels in front of you and speaks?"

Zheng Fan ignored it and continued to cut across.

Xue San's figure retreated again.

In fact, it stands to reason that because of their fighting experience and strong bloodline, the demon kings, with their strength, unless they encounter some geniuses, such as Chen Daxia, they can basically be invincible at the same level, and they can also exceed A wave of first-order challenges.

Therefore, although Zheng Fan is a sixth-rank martial artist, and Xue San is still a seventh-rank martial artist, Xue San’s figure and fighting consciousness are placed here, and he wants to go around a few times without having to fight with Zheng Fan. It can still be done with ease.

After all, you can still walk if you can't beat it.

"Lord, let's say it, San'er will apologize for you?"

Zheng Fan slashed over again.

Xue San quickly backed away, and he rolled over on the ground several times before dodge a knife.

"Master, misunderstanding, there is really a misunderstanding, then let's do it, master, you should take a good rest first, and your subordinates will first go out to see the construction situation outside, and come to you later."

Seeing that Zheng Fan was getting angry, Xue San decided to avoid the limelight first;

In the final analysis, this time I was in the wrong, and my heart was not solid.

however,

Just when Xue San was about to jump the wall and escape,

A black light and shadow smashed towards him directly, and abruptly stopped Xue San back in midair.

Xue San landed again and cursed directly:

"I'm **** your uncle, aren't you going to see the children? What's the fun!"

It was the magic pill that intercepted Xue San back, and the black stone floated on the courtyard wall, floating and sinking slightly.

Zheng Fan put away the knife,

Looking at Xue San coldly.

He didn't want to listen to Xue San's explanation, because at this time, he was not in the mood to listen to these explanations;

Moreover,

No explanation can resolve the fact that Keshi is still comatose on the ground.

Zheng Fan has never regarded the demon kings as his servants. He doesn't have such a big face and he is very self-aware.

In Zheng Fan's view, everyone is more like a team, a group of partners gathered together, and they are just the boss in name, the bond that maintains this relationship.

Since the beginning of the world's awakening, Zheng Fan has been constantly trying to get rid of the identity of this little white rabbit living in the shadow of the devil.

At least, everyone can sit on an equal footing, right?

But what Xue San did today has exceeded Zheng Fan's bottom line.

Yesterday's Fan Li, perhaps because of his consistent personality, Zheng Fan listened to his explanation, no matter how absurd he felt, he did not intend to pursue it;

But you can't do it again, it's just one night,

Are you guys still here?

Do you want to have fun?

Corresponding,

Zheng Fan’s emotions can be perceived by the magic pill,

Although it is not at war now, Magic Maru does not need to stay in Zheng Fan's armor groove all day, and his job is gradually switched to the major of childcare;

But it is undeniable that, as the soul body and the protagonist painted by Zheng Fan himself, it has the closest psychological communication with Zheng Fan.

The magic pill, who was playing with Xiao Hou Ye, had previously sensed the suppressed anger from Zheng Fan in the courtyard.

The magic pill was a little surprised at first, thinking it was an enemy attack, but then Xue San's breath appeared again.

Therefore, Maumaru did not make a move at the beginning, but just watched from a distance.

He saw Zheng Fan constantly waving his sword at Xue San.

He saw Xue San constantly explaining to Zheng Fan,

then,

He is excited!

Because he has been upset with these demon kings for a long time!

The reason for the unhappiness is simple,

I don’t like my dad,

But I don't like my father carrying my son on his back and adopting six other people's children!

This feeling is equivalent to the feeling that many young people in later generations felt when their parents had a second child. Even if I divide my love, but also divide my inheritance?

Therefore, when he found out that his own father was really angry, and found that Xue San was about to run away, the magic pill had no use to summon, and he went straight to block the way!

father,

Are you going to beat him?

bring it on,

I help you beat up together,

Father and son soldiers in battle!

Xue San was really dumbfounded this time. If it was only Zheng Fan, he couldn't escape. But if the magic pill also joined, the problem would be big.

Zheng Fan also noticed the magic pill,

He spread out his palms,

Magic Maru knows,

It flew into Zheng Fan's palm in an instant.

"Fuck!"

Xue San scolded, and took advantage of this opportunity to turn around and prepare to escape. If he doesn't escape, he will be finished!

Because the father and son have worked together many times before, when Zheng Fan took the initiative to open the physical and mental defenses, the instillation of magic pill power became very smooth.

next moment,

A black halo in Zheng Fan’s eyes began to flow.

The position of the body’s bones and muscles also began to make constant noises,

But I haven’t waited for everything to adjust,

Zheng Fan went straight out!

"Huh!"

Xue San here just overcame the courtyard wall, before his feet hit the ground, he sensed a terrible power coming from above him, and he was about to hide himself in the shadows.

however,

What Zheng Fan used at this time was Magic Maru's sight.

Xue San's concealment method is a kind of "obstructive eye method" aimed at ordinary people, but for Zheng Fan at this time, there is no covering effect at all.

"Om!"

Zheng Fan's arm stretched out, grasping Xue San's neck accurately, and then kicked on the ground with one leg.

"boom!"

Xue San's body hit the courtyard wall, directly knocking out a hole in the courtyard wall, and then was pressed by Zheng Fan to the ground and began to rub all the way.

In the end, like a bowling ball, Xue San's body smashed the water tank directly like an arrow from the string.

then,

Zheng Fan stood there,

Blinking from time to time,

Twisted neck,

The arm and thigh joints also showed a strange sense of disharmony.

The expression on his face is constantly changing slightly.

Xu was angered, or because the magic pill rarely robbed the body of the active control right when it merged this time. Therefore, Zheng Fan still retained his mind and control over his body at this time.

"puff!"

Xue San raised his head from among the tiles with difficulty. At this time, his clothes were in tatters. After raising his head, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

When the power of the magic pill was instilled into the upper body of the Lord, the Lord, who was originally a level higher than his own strength, instantly possessed the strength to restrain himself.

Because the magic pill can see through most of his body skills, and the speed at which it attaches to the Lord's body can also offset Xue San's own speed.

If you change to another Demon King, you can fight for a few more rounds, but there is no way. Who said Xue San's own abilities are almost ineffective here?

Zheng Fan began to take steps and walked towards Xue San.

"Lord, I was wrong, I was wrong... I was really wrong... I ate lard and I was blinded..."

Xue San was really wronged,

Why did Fan Li succeed last night,

Is this the case when it's your turn?

Fan Li, there should be no lies.

indeed,

It is true that Fan Li didn't tell lies, but when you asked me to answer last night, Xue San didn't ask, and Fan Li didn't answer.

Naturally, I didn't intentionally fail to answer, because Fan Lihan, how could he think so well.

When Xue San saw Zheng Fan coming over and picked up the knife that was thrown on the ground earlier,

Xue San's whole heart was lifted to the position of his throat!

A great horror,

Struck in an instant!

Lord,

Lord,

he,

he,

Want to kill me?

Want to kill me...

Want to kill me!

Xue San's breathing began to become hurried. He felt that the scene in front of him was ridiculous, but at the same time he also knew that he had previously administered medicine to the lord's ice drink and sneaked over, which was also extremely ridiculous in itself. thing.

A ridiculous thing as a cause, naturally it is easy to draw the same extremely ridiculous result.

...

In the small house on Beifu Street adjacent to the Pingye Bofu that was being renovated, the sword sage who was lying on a wicker chair watching Liu Dahu practice Chinese characters suddenly raised his head.

If Zheng Fan’s attack on Xue San at the beginning is still in the scope of normal practice, then with the possession of the magic pill, the leakage of the demon aura and the damage to the courtyard wall, the noise caused by the city wants to be hidden from the city. For some people, it’s almost impossible.

The Juggernaut hesitated,

He sensed this breath,

But it is not clear what happened.

"Father, what's the matter?"

Liu Dahu looked up at Yu Huaping.

Yes, Liu Dahu has changed his name to Father Yu Huaping.

It was the old woman holding the feather duster and berating him kneeling in front of Yu Huaping.

The old woman said that there is no reason why people don't know who eats, remembers whose favor, and what the animals still know.

However, Yu Huaping refused to let Liu Dahu change his surname now.

At this time, Yu Huaping deliberately wanted Liu Dahu to bring his Long Yuan over.

But I feel that this is somewhat unnecessary,

Because of who I am now,

Simply can't hold the Dragon Abyss Sword.

Possibly, some of the innate acumen is still there, but now he is still a waste body.

Even if something really happened, there was nothing he could do.

However, as a swordsman, he hates this feeling of powerlessness.

"Dahu, go outside and call the patrolling soldiers, let them go..."

"Squeak..."

The door of the yard was pushed open, and Liang Cheng walked in.

The gaze of the Juggernaut fell on Liang Cheng,

Liang Cheng bowed his head slightly to show respect to the sword saint, and then said:

"No need, nothing serious."

"What the **** is it?" Sword Saint asked.

"Internal discussions." Liang Cheng replied.

The Juggernaut smiled,

Road:

"Although I am a useless person, there is no need to fool me like this."

Liang Cheng thought about it.

Gives another answer:

"Clean up the portal?"

The Juggernaut frowned,

Asked immediately:

"Fighting?"

If there is an infighting and there is rebellion below, it cannot be said to be a military disaster.

Thinking about it further, the location of the Snow Customs is extremely important. Once it is unstable, it may even trigger the second round of savage entry.

"It's not a big problem."

Seeing Liang Cheng's answer like this, the Juggernaut leaned back on the recliner again and said:

"That's it."

...

Siniang put down the account book in his hand, and all the accountant managers who were listening to the task were also stunned.

For a while,

Siniang stood up,

Road:

"Sell guilty and stay away for a while."

The ledgers immediately bowed and promised:

"Don't dare."

………

Inside the ice cellar,

A Ming lay there quietly,

He crushed an ice cube with his left hand and threw it into his wine glass.

Shook again,

At last,

Into my own throat,

Subsequently,

Turned over,

It’s cool here, suitable for a nap.

………

The blind man stopped peeling the orange in his hand, and put the half-peeled orange in front of his nose and sniffed.

"Tsk..."

immediately,

He began to peel the oranges again,

And naturally put a piece of orange meat into his mouth and chewed slowly.

………

The coffin in the corner room of the back house,

The one lying inside raised a finger,

Its nails,

Began to scratch the coffin board,

Click, click, click,

It seems that it may come out at any time.

………

On the city wall, Fan Li walked on top and was inspecting the repairs of the city wall. On his shoulders, the maidservant Jian was sitting steadily.

"Big guy, how do I think you feel different today?"

Naturally born with a sword embryo, it is naturally extremely sensitive to breath.

Fan Li habitually stretched out his hand behind his back and scratched his head, saying:

"maybe."

"Big guy, have you improved in strength?" Jian maid asked.

Fan Li continued to scratch his head, saying:

"maybe."

"Why don't you be happy when your realm is improved?" Jian Mai asked.

Fan Li cast his eyes to a certain position in the city.

A silly smile appeared on his face,

Road:

"happy."

………

Zheng Fan walked towards Xue San step by step, and Xue San bit his lip, just watching his master walk step by step.

at last,

Zheng Fan walked up to Xue San and raised the knife.

Xue San's mouth began to twitch, but he didn't beg for mercy or shout, just staring at Zheng Fan.

At this time,

It can be clearly found that

Zheng Fan's body was constantly surrounded by black fog, and these black fog spilled out of Zheng Fan's body, and then transferred to Zheng Fan's brain.

This is actually a kind of "suppression",

A lot of negative emotions from magic pills poured into Zheng Fan’s brain and consciousness.

It's like when something happened to you, your plastic girlfriend was by the side to fan the flames against you.

This stalemate did not last long,

There is no excessive emotional ups and downs and foreshadowing,

There is no such thing as tears and crying.

Furthermore,

Today’s weather is a bit muggy,

No matter what you do, you are very tired of mothers-in-laws.

The knife in Zheng Fan's hand,

To Xue San,

Stabbed down!

"Om!"

Xue San closed his eyes.

Opened his mouth wide,

The scream did not come out.

After he opened his eyes slowly,

Only then did I find that the knife had indeed fallen, and indeed it had fallen towards me, and it also pierced the ground, but the piercing point was on my hip, although the distance from my leg may be only one centimeter away, but Did not really pierce his body.

"Ha............ha............whoop............whoop............"

Xue San began to gasp.

At this moment,

Only then did he speak again:

"Lord, I was wrong, this is my fault, thank you lord..."

Zheng Fan didn't listen to Xue San's words,

When the hand is off the handle,

Pulled to the side.

The knife stuck in the floor tile is caused by inertia,

Bounce back,

It happened to hit Xue San's leg;

"Snapped!"

"Oh!!!!!!"

then,

The knife continues to swing, and the inertia has not disappeared.

"Snapped!"

"Oh!"

"Snapped!"

"Oh!"

"Papa Papa..."

"Oh oh oh oh……"

Xue San's entire face began to twist with pain, so that when the blade finally stabilized and no longer swayed, the corners of Xue San's mouth had already overflowed with foam.

Zheng Fan turned around,

The black mist on his body suddenly became dense, as if he hadn't played enough yet, as if he was still a little unwilling.

But with Zheng Fan’s anger:

"Get down to Lao Tzu!"

The black mist is still rolling, boiling, obviously, here, the father is the son and it doesn't work.

"If you don't come down, I will commit suicide first!"

"Huh!"

Hei Wu quickly withdrew from Zheng Fan and sank into the stone again.

Zheng Fan went to the broken water tank~lightnovelpub.net~ and picked up the towel he used to wipe his body when he practiced the knife before, and then began to wipe his body slowly.

After I wipe it off,

Zheng Fan walked back again and squatted down in front of Xue San.

Xue San just eased from the convulsions, with his eyes open, he looked at Zheng Fan with some weakness and grievances.

Zheng Fan sighed.

Raise your hand,

Wipe Xue San's face with a towel, wipe off the blood on his face, wipe it very gently and carefully;

Simultaneously,

In a slightly distressed tone:

"Don't be so naughty next time, look at your dirty face, obedient, good."

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Good night, sweet dreams.