I blame the system for licking dogs

Chapter 129: PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds

The screening was completed in just a few minutes. Surprisingly, everyone was identified and no one was impersonating.

The old man looked grim and said, "Check each other again and ask more questions."

Another round of mutual verification passed, and still no one was found to sneak in in disguise.

The old man ordered several of his men to block the door and come upstairs to report to the owner of the house.

Song Zhiyuan was not surprised. He looked like he had everything under control. "There is still a place I haven't checked yet. Let's go and check out Song Lang's wedding room."

In the wedding room, Liu Zhengjing had already noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere outside, and his powerful ears could not hear the noise in the auditorium.

Liu Zhengjing squeezed Jiang Qiancao's cold little hand tightly. It didn't matter, he was here, but it was a pity that he couldn't rescue Xiaocao.

There was a knock on the door of the room, and Jiang Qancao trembled slightly. Liu Zhengzheng signaled her not to be nervous, and walked to the door to open the door, with the decadence belonging to Song Lang on his face again.

"Grandpa Qishan, what's the matter?" Liu Zhengzheng looked impatient but reluctantly respectful.

The old man in front of him, Liu Zhengjing, had been seen in Song Lang's picture. He seemed to be the butler of the Song family mansion. Song Lang was in awe of him and must be a master.

Song Qishan looked at the junior in front of him, whom he usually didn't pay much attention to. There was nothing wrong with his appearance. With his vicious eyes, he could see that this was not some kind of makeup or a mask.

Apart from the hoarseness of his voice, there is nothing unusual about his nickname. What's more, he knows his own name. Except for the children in the Song family mansion, most people have no way of knowing it.

Just as he was about to say it was okay, the owner of the family's voice came from the side, "Take Jiang Qiancao away, I have something to interrogate."

Song Qishan nodded and walked straight into the room.

Liu Zhengjing's pupils shrank slightly and he rushed out of the room. When he saw an old man of obviously high status standing at the door, he no longer hesitated and went straight to arrest the man.

Song Zhiyuan raised a mocking smile on his lips. Liu Zhengjing knew something was wrong when he saw this. Just behind Song Zhiyuan, a black figure appeared between Liu Zhengjing and Song Zhiyuan in the blink of an eye, and slapped him with a palm.

The sound of bang, bang, bang, fists colliding was heard. Liu Zhengzheng and the man exchanged several moves in the blink of an eye. He felt a pain in his chest, and his body flew out and landed in the courtyard. He took a few steps back to relieve the force, and his chest

The internal Qi system was disordered and it took a long time to calm down.

Wu Zong, ultimate speed flow.

Liu Zhengzheng looked at the thin old man who suddenly appeared, his heart sinking.

Song Qishan had already twisted Jiang Qancao and appeared at the door. At the same time, the small courtyard of the wedding room was already crowded with people.

It is impossible to escape even if you have wings.

Jiang Qiancao looked at Liu Zhengjing helplessly, her eyes full of sadness. It was she who had caused brother Xiaozheng to suffer.

Liu Zhengzheng shook his head at Jiang Qancao.

"I'm curious how you became Mr. Song?" Song Zhiyuan said calmly.

Naturally, Liu Zhengjing would not answer this question, and was wondering if there was any possibility of escape. As a man of two generations, no matter what kind of desperate situation he encountered, he would never let go of the slightest hope of survival.

"Should I call you Zhang Sanfeng or Liu Zhengjing?" Song Zhiyuan continued to ask.

Liu Zhengzheng finally had some reaction after hearing these words. It seemed that his identity was still exposed. The other party set up this trap today just to wait for him, and even took into account the fact that he could change his face.

It’s not unfair to lose.

"You are young. If the information is correct, you are 27 years old now? The Yicheng Public Security Department has solved more than a dozen major cases in a row. The Zhao Mansion murderer has left his name behind. You were also involved in the Lantian Incident that swept the country, right? In the name of Zhang Sanfeng,

Daozhou became famous in one battle... He is not lacking in mind, courage, and talent, so he is quite a character."

"I see that you are a talented person, so why not work for me? No matter what you want, I think I can give it to you." Song Zhiyuan said.

Liu Zhengzheng was not surprised that he had been exposed. Once his identity was revealed, a person would have no secrets in the eyes of forces like Jiumen.

"Oh? Give me a chance to surrender. I wonder if I need to surrender?" Liu Zhengjing's eyes were filled with disdain. He had seen this kind of hypocrisy from superiors to win over him many times in his novels.

Song Zhiyuan seemed unable to see the sarcasm in his eyes, "For example, tell me the power behind you. Another example, tell me what your biological parents left for you."

"Hahahaha, let me tell you, behind me are thousands of people of Great Qin. My parents left me with a brave heart that resists power."

Now that he knew he was in a desperate situation, Liu Zhengjing had nothing to fear. He would not naively think that if he told all his secrets, he would reap the rewards.

"Grandpa, there is no need to talk nonsense with him. It is now rumored that Zhang Sanfeng is the top powerhouse of the younger generation. Let me come and meet him."

At this time, a cold and arrogant young man walked in outside the courtyard. This man's name was Song Qing. He was the strongest among the younger generation of the Song family today, and could be regarded as the true gifted child of the Song family.

Song Zhiyuan didn't like his grandson's arrogant temperament. It would be nice to suffer a little, and winning would also bring some face to the Song family, so he nodded.

The young man walked into the courtyard, looked at Liu Zhengjing with a look of disdain, and pulled off his coat. There were seven strange-looking flying knives hanging inside.

Song Liang raised his hand, and a flying knife shot out.

Liu Zhengzheng stared at the flying knife, turned slightly to avoid it, and then moved like a man with eyes behind him to avoid the flying knife coming from behind.

The flying knife was spinning in an arc when it flew out, and Liu Zhengjing knew it was a boomerang.

Song Qing took the darts in his hand, and then threw them out one by one. The seven darts were separated by different lengths of time and cycled back and forth. Like a juggling act, he caught and threw the darts again and again, and the speed became faster and faster.

quick.

Liu Zhengjing moved around the courtyard. He was extremely embarrassed for a moment, but he did not dare to take the dart easily. There was a faint flow of true energy on the dart. Who knew what would happen if he took the dart.

Just by spinning seven darts in one hand, this person has reached the level of a martial artist. He is worthy of being a true young master of the Nine Sects.

For a moment, the courtyard was dazzled, but soon Liu Zhengjing's steps were messy, and he was no longer able to dodge the darts so calmly.

Song Qing thought nothing more than that, and began to approach Liu Zhengjing step by step. As he continued to approach, the flight path of the darts became shorter and shorter, and became denser and denser, making Liu Zhengjing even more embarrassed.

When Song Qing was two meters away from Liu Zhengjing, he used two darts in his hand at the same time, holding them between his fingers, to stab Liu Zhengjing. At the same time, the remaining five darts in the air were aimed at Liu Zhengjing from multiple angles at the same time, as if calculated.

Shoot away.

Just as Song Zhiyuan was about to ask him to save his life, he saw that Liu Zhengjing had stopped dodging.

Liu Zhengjing rotated his arms several times around his body, using his internal energy to control his palms. The five darts were swept away by his internal energy and all changed their directions, shooting in all directions.

People around him exclaimed and fled, and in front of Song Zhiyuan was the thin little Wuzong who took a dart.

Looking at the scene again, Liu Zhengjing had already grabbed Song Qing's throat with one hand and looked at Song Zhiyuan coldly, "Let us go."

It is not difficult to sweep away darts. This is the same as when he used Tai Chi to sweep away bullets on the ship. The purpose of showing weakness in the early stage was to make Song Qing relax his vigilance and give himself a chance to hit the target with one hit. Unexpectedly, Song Qing came to the door and got close to him.

Attack yourself.

Song Qing's face was purple as his throat was held, partly because he was pinched by Liu Zhengzheng, partly because of shame.

Song Zhiyuan's expression remained unchanged, "It's just a grandson. It's too naive to blackmail me with this."

"The Master of the Song family doesn't have many grandsons who are in the martial arts realm, right?" Liu Zhengjing said.

"It's true that there aren't many, you can try killing one." Song Zhiyuan looked calm.

Liu Zhengjing did not dare to actually kill him. It was too difficult to negotiate with such a cunning and cunning person. Now he was passive, with only one bargaining chip in his hand, and was on the weak side.

"Send Jiang Qiancao over." Liu Zhengzheng took a step back.

Song Zhiyuan didn't mention the substitution and just waved his hand. With a gentle push from Song Qishan, Jiang Qancao walked towards Liu Zhengjing in the middle of the court, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Liu Zhengzheng did not relax at all. Song Zhiyuan let Jiang Qancao over without any care, proving that everything was under his control and not afraid of Liu Zhengzheng's regrets, which caused great psychological pressure on him.

Liu Zhengjing stretched out a hand and pulled Jiang Qancao behind him, "Don't be afraid."

These two simple words calmed Jiang Qancao's panic a lot. He had blocked himself like this when he was young sixteen years ago, and he would do it again sixteen years later.

"Master Song, how about I make a deal with you? You let us go and I give you the things my father left for me." Liu Zhengjing said.

Song Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he regained his composure in an instant. However, this moment was also captured by Liu Zhengjing. Finally, there was something that could make this old guy care about.

As for the things Liu Sandeng left him, of course he didn't have them. He was just making random remarks. If he had to say that he did have them, even if he and Jiang Qiancao each had a pendant, they wouldn't be able to fool someone like Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan smiled, "I haven't given up the idea of ​​​​escape yet. You are really getting more and more appreciated by me, but I still have to tell you that you can't leave today and it will be difficult for you to die."

Liu Zhengjing no longer had any hope. He spat out the force in his hand and there was a click. Song Qing, the genius of the Song family, tilted his neck and his throat was crushed.

No one expected Liu Zhengzheng to be so straightforward.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was in a daze, Liu Zhengjing waved his hands continuously, and dozens of flying needles were shot out one after another. Then he stretched out his fingers and directed several yin fingers towards Song Qishan and the thin old man.

In just an instant, Liu Zhengjing drove with all his strength, which was his strongest output since he awakened his inner power.

Then he grabbed Jiang Qiancao and jumped up, falling towards the outside of the courtyard.

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