Deconstruction is Weird

Chu Dong raised his right hand slowly, even before Zuo Wen made a move, his index finger just slid across Zuo Wen's wrist, and the next second Zuo Wen was lying on the ground crying non-stop because his palm was cut off That's right, Chu Dong's hand fell off with just one swipe. He couldn't understand that he was already a first-rank martial artist, how could he be so vulnerable when he was protected by stellar energy?

Chu Dong has yet to find the limit of the terrifying cutting power of this peach armor. Even Li Hongxian's body can be cut easily, and he can freely control the cutting range, but every time he uses it, he has to pay for his life. It fits so well.

Chu Dong said weakly: "Let's go, tell Zuo Hui to recognize the facts, now you are asking for me, not for you, even if I have the Coffin of Ascension, it is just icing on the cake, and what you want Charcoal in the snow."

Zuo Wen picked up his severed hand and walked over the wall. He really didn't know what was going on under that kind of pressure. He couldn't resist at all. cognition.

Zuo Wen ran all the way back to the palace, he couldn't wait to talk to Zuo Hui about this person's problem, if he can't beat Zuo Hui, can't he still be able to control him? Zuo Hui likes to hurt people the most, and he has killed countless people with this hobby of Zuo Hui.

On the dragon couch in the imperial palace, Zuo Hui, who was like a hemp stick, was lying on his face with a happy face, while Zuo Wen was covering his arms and speaking ill of Chu Dong, "Father, that person is useless. Now and then, he put on thick clothes before it was autumn. He must have suffered serious internal injuries.

And he is defiant, he asked you to meet him, saying that now you are begging him! Adoptive father, you have to decide for me, I lost my arm, what will I do in the future! "

Zuo Hui turned over and lay on his side, supported his head with his forearm and looked at Zuo Wen with a half-smile, "Yes, your hand is gone, so it will be useless in the future, why don't you do something for your adoptive father at the end?" Contribute?

Come, cut off his head, and send it to Mr. Xiao to make amends. "

Zuo Wen looked at Zuo Hui on the bed in disbelief, what does this mean? He felt that his three views had collapsed, and he called Zuo Hui a foster father anyway, so he was going to be beheaded? In the next second, blood splashed out, and Zuo Wen's head had already been cut off.

That night, Zuo Hui brought Zuo Wen's head to visit Chu Dong. He didn't wait for a day. It seems that Master Zuo has really become an ant on the hot pot.

In the living room, Li Hongxian stood aside and looked at Zuo Hui vigilantly. Chu Dong also stopped the body transformation this time and looked at Zuo Hui seriously. Zuo Hui put Zuo Wen's head on the table and said: " The subordinates don’t have eyes, and if you messed with Mr. Xiao, I said that I will guarantee your safety in the imperial capital this time, and if you mess with you, the miscellaneous family will kill him and send him to you.”

"It seems that Mr. Zuo is really in a hurry. If you have any difficulties, please tell me."

Han Yang's side was covered by Zuo Hui to death, and Zhang's family was there, Chu Dong really didn't know how to get the information, so it would be easier for Zuo Hui to tell him the whole story directly.

Zuo Hui hummed, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "The cold sun is destroyed, and the whole country has turned into evil spirits. These evil spirits are trying to invade my Dazou territory. The strength of the Zhang family is good, but they will soon be unable to withstand it." Stop. So we need Mr. Xiao’s help, and Da Zou hopes to shake hands with the Warlock Patriarch to make peace and fight against the Hanyang ghost army together.

Mr. Xiao should understand the truth of the cold lips and teeth. There is no blood feud between us. I can satisfy you as much as possible. Now that the black tide has broken into the imperial capital, my national strength has weakened, and I have to do something. Some action has taken place. "

Chu Dong laughed disdainfully, "Lord Zuo's words are quite high-sounding, are you doing it for Da Zou? I'm afraid that the dragon couch can no longer suppress your haunting nightmare? The fate of Da Zou's country is declining, and your life will be destroyed." It has come to an end naturally, why say that I seem to be born for the sake of the world?"

Chu Dong has tried to study such illusory things as the Dragon Qi of National Luck. He originally thought it would be a very unique power. Later, after researching, he found that this thing is very common. Even Chu Dong has been using it all the time. Faith, the people of the whole country are united as one, and the power created must be infinitely stronger than that of the ghost bride.

Isn't the so-called chaotang just a large temple? To some people, the Son of Heaven sitting on the Dragon Throne is just a god with a different skin? If there is a place where great demons are born because of belief in such things, then the palace is the best place.

Recently, Da Zou has suffered setbacks on the border of Hanyang, and ordinary soldiers suffered heavy casualties there. Zuo Hui suppressed the news that Hanyang had turned into a ghost, but the people are not stupid. Crazy collection of materials, assembly of troops, this time people will have doubts about Da Zou, is Da Zou still as strong as before?

As a result, the so-called national fortune declined, and the black tide broke through and entered the imperial capital. The black tide could even enter the imperial capital, and the people's suspicion of Da Zou became more serious. In the transmission of emotions, this negative effect was infinitely magnified.

Zuo Hui was not angry at Chu Dong's cynicism. He took out a white jade box from his arms and pushed it in front of Chu Dong, "It's easy to talk to smart people. I do it for myself, so I can't let Da Zou decline. Although the starting point is It's different, but it doesn't affect our cooperation, doesn't it?

This imperial golden elixir was bestowed by Yunshang Kingdom thousands of years ago. It is several times stronger than ordinary golden elixirs. There are still a lot of treasures in Zou Huangling's Mausoleum, which can be given to Mr. Xiao. "

Chu Dong picked up the box and took a look. The pale golden pills had no taste, but the color and shape were indeed not too different from the golden pills he ate before. Chu Dong used it to break through the inner qi, jumping directly to the first-grade Huagang, and at the same time increased the degree of brain fusion by 5%, the effect of this golden elixir must not be bad, and it can even allow him to directly break through to the grandmaster.

Chu Dong put the white jade box back on the table and changed the subject, "Your Majesty has not had an early morning court for half a month, the entire harem has been sealed off, and several princes are also shutting themselves out. It seems that you not only want to cooperate with me, but also want to cheat me." , why don't you tell me clearly, what's wrong with this imperial tomb?"

There is no embarrassment for Zuo Hui to be exposed. If he is deceived, he will make money. If he is not deceived, it doesn’t matter. The water was like being devoured by thousands of ants. People from the Five Arts Hall took a look and said that there was something wrong with the imperial tomb, but there were many organs in the imperial tomb, and it was extremely dangerous. The dozen or so Fengshui masters sent in all died.

So I need someone who understands Feng Shui and can walk through the entire imperial tomb alive. Mr. Xiao is the best choice. As long as Mr. Xiao can enter, you can dispose of the items in the imperial tomb as you like. There may also be in the imperial mausoleum. "

Chu Dong snorted, Zuo Hui is indeed extremely sinister, these are two completely unrelated things, and neither of them is simple, but Zuo Hui actually wants to ask Chu Dong to give him a golden pill for the price of only one golden pill. He worked hard.

Chu Dong tapped the tabletop with his fingers: "Not enough."

There is a recommendation tomorrow, I will hold back a draft, and tomorrow will be tens of thousands of days