People in Douluo, Wuhun Devil Fruit

"If... if I can match him..." Tang San felt an indescribable sharp pain in his heart. He spit out a mouthful of blood and his face became extremely ugly. Ning Fengzhi said calmly: "Tang San, you have to understand that there are not so many ifs in this world. No matter how talented you are, so what? I will always find a way to kill you.

Aren't you the God King now? Are you still lying on the bed like a dead dog? "Tang San was stunned for a moment. He never expected that he would be such an unbearable person in Ning Fengzhi's heart.

Ning Fengzhi continued: "Of course, don't belittle yourself. In fact, from a certain perspective, you are better than Jun Yi. For example, like your dead teacher, you are a little clever and like to be self-righteous."

"That's exactly how it is. I only need to make some arrangements to make you trust me. Jun Yi is not like that. He trusts others easily. However, he is very sincere, but it is difficult for him to truly trust someone. And I Of course I prefer a good and ruthless tool like you."

"You... cough cough." Tang San's eyes turned red, and blood kept spitting out from his mouth.

Ning Fengzhi felt a little tired from standing, so he slowly sat on the chair and said: "So, I have never worried about whether you will bite me back. When I killed your father and the others, I already Counting this day, even if you say that you have become the God King, the so-called strongest god in the God Realm, I am not afraid, because I believe that Xiaoyi will be stronger than you. "

"By the way, I borrowed something from Xiaoyi. Originally, this thing was a gift that Xiaoyi was going to give you, but I think it's best if I give it to you myself."

I saw Ning Fengzhi taking out a square ice cube from his soul guide ring. There was a head sealed inside the ice cube. The expression on the head was

Very frozen, his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness. "This is... my father's head..." Tang San felt an instant sharp pain in his heart, his body was shaking violently, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Yes, this is your father's head. After I killed him, Xiaoyi froze your father's body. This head is the gift we prepared for you."

Tang San roared: "Why? Why do you do this to me? I regard you as my father and respect you so much, why do you betray me?" Ning Fengzhi said calmly: "I said, I want to know the reason, go down and ask you Cheap father."

Tang San felt that his heart was instantly filled with a huge wave of sadness and anger, his body trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out again.

Ning Fengzhi said calmly: "Don't worry, before I send you on your way, I have one more news for you." As he said that, he raised his hands and patted Tang San.

"Xiao San, do you know why Wuhun Palace hunted down your mother back then?" Ning Fengzhi said calmly.

"You did it too?" Tang San

His eyes suddenly became sharp, staring at Ning Fengzhi coldly. Ning Fengzhi sighed softly, with a wry smile on his face, "Yes, your mother, as a soul beast, fell in love with a human. It is really ridiculous. In my eyes, soul beasts are just beasts." At this point, He stopped suddenly, staring at Tang San closely with an interesting light in his eyes.

"Tang San, in other words, you are the son born from the union of man and animal."

A flash of astonishment flashed in Tang San's eyes, Ning Fengzhi would attack him with such vicious words. His body trembled more violently.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough."

Ning Fengzhi suddenly coughed violently. He picked up a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He said calmly: "I'm sorry, the memories just came back to me, which made me lose my temper."

"What did you just say?" Tang San stared at Ning Fengzhi with his eyes fixed on him. The venomous pain gave Tang San strength, and his hands had already grabbed the sheets and tore them apart.

Ning Fengzhi didn't speak again, he just stared at Tang San indifferently, his eyes were a little cold, a little disdainful, but also filled with endless pity.

"Ning Fengzhi, you are a bastard." Tang San roared angrily, his body trembling, and large mouthfuls of blood spurted out from his mouth.

"You can scold me, and I will sit here quietly and watch you die. After that, I will make everything you do public. By then, your Haotian Sect will be infamy for thousands of years, and your body will be hung by me. At the top of the city, let the people apologize," Ning Fengzhi said coldly.

"You..." Tang San felt an indescribable sharp pain coming from his chest. His hands clutched his clothes tightly, and his body trembled even more violently.

Tang San had no strength to speak anymore. He lay on the bed, staring at Ning Fengzhi, his hands clenched unconsciously, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment in his heart.

Ning Fengzhi sat on the chair and looked at Tang San quietly, her eyes full of coldness. "You... cough cough!" Tang San's eyes flashed with red light, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. With a soft "bang" sound, Tang San's body fell onto the bed.

In his eyes, the resentment seemed to be real, and the blood flowing from the corners of his eyes had condensed.

Then the vitality gradually faded away. A generation of god-kings, the young master of the Haotian Sect, and the Shura God Tang San died like this. The rat poison bought by Ning Fengzhi

Below, he ended his life. "Perhaps in different time and space, we will become friends."

Ning Fengzhi looked at Tang San's body on the bed quietly and murmured, "Unfortunately, we are not."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to Tang San's body, staring at Tang San's lifeless face with a relieved expression.

He slowly picked up the communication soul guide and said slowly: "Xiao Yi, Tang San is dead, should our deal be over?"

Ning Fengzhi waited quietly, and suddenly, a calm voice sounded in his ears: "Uncle Ning, you have fulfilled your lifelong wish. Even if you die now, you will die without regrets." Ning Fengzhi was stunned, and then his face showed, just staring at Tang San's body quietly, and said lightly: "No, I still have a regret."

"What regret, Uncle Ning, just tell me, I will satisfy you." Jun Yi's figure appeared in front of Ning Fengzhi.

"I want to see Rongrong." Ning Fengzhi slowly said his request. Although he was ready to die, he still wanted to see his daughter.

Jun Yi also wanted to satisfy Ning Fengzhi's request, but he had already promised Bibi Dong to keep the secret for her, "Rongrong, she has died in the hands of Sister Dong'er."

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