General Martial Artist: I Am An Evil Mandarin In Charge Of Heavenly Prison, Hoang Dung's Waist

Since the departure of Kutouto, the master and apprentice have snuggled up to each other, and their faces are full of humiliation and unwillingness.

Once upon a time, she exterminated the master too beautifully.

Especially when gathering the six major factions to attack the Bright Peak, such heroic feelings can only be described as being spirited and not allowing the bearded eyebrows.

Life is often so dramatic, and the truth that things are extremely contrary is known to the world, but only after truly experiencing it, Fang knows that the process of falling from the top of the mountain is the most painful.

Perhaps, only when touching the ground, the moment of crushing bones, can we truly be liberated.

It's like the milk master at this time, who is only bent on dying quickly.

"Zhiruo, promise Master that if you want to live well, whether the Emei Sect can carry forward depends on you alone.

After getting the antidote, the Demon Sect will definitely come to rob the prison. At that time, the division will do its best to send you away. The

grandmother held Zhou Zhiruo's hand too tightly, and his expression was extremely solemn.

"Master, you must also live well, Zhiruo will not leave your old man alone.

Woohoo! Zhou

Zhiruo threw herself into Nan Jue's arms and cried.

The chest is as soft as a sponge, carrying the hope of the Emei school.

"Silly child, Master has already ruined his reputation, and he will have no face to walk the rivers and lakes in the future.

Remember, when you have the ability in the future, you must kill all these evil demons for the master, and Zhang Wuji and the others are not allowed to let go of any of them.

By the way, especially Su Chen's beast, he will definitely smash his corpse into ten thousand pieces. "

The grandmother crunched her teeth, and her beautiful cheeks were full of resentment.

Suddenly

, a man wearing a dark shirt quietly appeared outside the cell door, his deep eyes looking at the master and apprentice who were clinging to each other.

"Mrs. Shi, why be too pessimistic?"

The familiar and cold words sounded, and the master and apprentice suddenly trembled, and the face of the milk became extremely pale in an instant.

Although the movements are the same, the physical reactions of the master and apprentice are completely different.

It's a milk! Su Chenxin said.

He counted silently, shaking for four or five rounds before gradually calming down.

Zhou Zhiruo was relatively stable, except for slight ups and downs, there were no obvious fluctuations.

"Sue... Lord Su! Seeing

Su Chen appear, the almond eyes of Sister Mikami immediately burst out with essence, and the anticipation was overflowing.

Su Chen bowed his head, which can be regarded as a greeting.

"Master Su, is it time for bathing?"

Zhou Zhiruo raised her pretty face, and her tone was soft and soft.

"Ahem... Didn't you just wash it yesterday? Dirty so quickly?

Su Chen clenched his fist with one hand and put it to his mouth and coughed lightly, his expression a little embarrassed.

"Uh-huh! Not very breathable.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded dumbly, not looking like she was lying.

Not breathable? I'm afraid it hasn't dried up! While Su Chen secretly complained, his evaluation of Mikami's sister deepened a little.

"Mrs. Shi, let's get to the point.

Ben Zuojian's purpose is very simple, that is, to cooperate with Master Ku in acting.

Su Chen paced back and forth in the narrow cell with his hands behind his back.

"Lord Su, no matter what you plan with Kutou, this head will never give in."

The milk master, who has long been planning to die, is like a bean horn in a pot at this moment, and the oil and salt do not enter.

"Mrs. Shi, this matter is not up to you.

To tell you the truth, Master Ku has already told King Ruyang your true identity.

In order to deceive the antidote of ten fragrant soft tendons, the identities of you and Zhou Zhiruo's mother and daughter were fabricated.

I believe that it will not be long before the Ruyang Royal Mansion will send servants to verify the true identity.

Su Chen stopped and carefully observed the expressions of the two.

"Hmph! No matter who is sent, this head will never admit it. Why fear death? The

milk looked awe-inspiring, and did not have the slightest intention of cooperating.

"Huh! It's not up to you.

After that

, he turned his gaze to Zhou Zhiruo again, and said lightly:

"Ben Zuojian is also forced to do it, if I don't act according to Master Ku's request, I can't protect myself."

Do you understand? From

the confused eyes of sister Mikami, it is not difficult to see that she understands a fart.

Su Chen didn't bother to explain, walked straight to the front of the milk body, pulled up the iron chain around his neck and walked out.

This picture is similar to the farmer leading the cow to milk.

"Master Su..."

Zhou Zhiruo straightened up, and her outstretched right hand stopped in the air, looking like she wanted to say nothing.

Su Chen turned his head sideways, glared at her fiercely, and said in an extremely cold tone:

"Sit back, you can't replace this matter."

If you don't, neither of your master and apprentice will want to leave this place alive. "

The implication is that I am also forced to helpless, in fact, I don't want to.

The sister Mikami, who was stopped, knelt down on the hay-covered bed with grievances, silently lowered her head, and muttered softly in her mouth:

"Master Su, tap..."

You'd like to think.

Su Chen's ear pinna moved lightly, and he couldn't help but complain twice.

"Ben Zuojian has his own measure!"

After saying that, he dragged the paralyzed and weak Milk Master and went towards the torture room....

On the top floor of Wan'an Temple

, the county lord Zhao Min is sitting on the main seat instead of King Ruyang, wearing a white power suit, she is still dressed as a man.

The black hair is coiled high, and the white jade bun that resembles condensation holds it firmly in place, and it is no exaggeration to describe its appearance as a jade tree in the wind.

But if you look closely, on the absolutely beautiful and flawless cheeks, the pair of hooking peach blossom eyes still can't hide the woman's flattery.

Beside her, the bitter head wearing a black iron mask kept her safe.

Under the stage

, all the masters of the Ruyang Royal Mansion were lined up on the left and right, one by one.

Looking at its strength, it is no less than any top sect.

Standing in the front row is naturally the leading figure of the entire royal palace, and the people of Jianghu are called the deer staff and the crane pen of the second elder Xuanxi.

He was followed by Fang Dongbai, known as "Eight-armed Nezha", nicknamed Ah Da.

As the former gang leader of the Qigang, this person's sword skills are extremely high, and he is no worse than Milk.

Ah Er and Ah San, whose strength is stronger than Ah Da, are ranked behind Dongfang Bai because of the slightly shorter time they have entered the royal palace.

As for the bald guy standing in the back row, juxtaposed with the eight heroes of the divine arrow, it was the one who was seriously injured by Su Chen the day before.

He is also the junior brother of Ah Er and Ah San, and several of them belong to the King Kong Gate of the Western Regions.

Its master is the fire foreman who stole the Shaolin peerless school, and his strength is extremely strong.

Just this lineup is enough to compete with the Ming Sect people led by Zhang Wuji.

Zhao Min held the teacup in his right hand, Qianqianyu tapped his fingers on the table, glanced at everyone, and slowly spoke:

"Everyone, I think the topics for convening everyone this time are clear!"

Let's talk about how to select talents from within, devote themselves to training, and prepare for Huashan's sword. "