"Master, I will accompany you there." Seeing his tired face, a disciple stepped forward to support him and said.
"No need, you stay with them here in case something changes." Zuo Hongan waved his hand and said.
Seeing Zhen Fengliu's difficulty, he no longer dared to be careless, and now that He Yandao was hurt like that again, if he didn't leave a personal disciple here to hold the line, how could he rest assured.
Returning to the bedroom alone, Zuo Hongan lay down on the bed and immediately closed his eyes. Too tired, he is really too tired!
"Ah" Before he fell asleep, another scream came from outside.
"Master, Master!" Then, there was the exclamation and hurried footsteps of the direct disciple.
Zuo Hongan turned over and stood up abruptly.
"What's the matter?" Waking up in a half-dream, his eyes were bloodshot, but he felt even more tired.
"Master, that old monkey came again and injured Junior Brother Qiu." The disciple said with a bitter face.
"What!" Zuo Hongan's exhaustion was swept away, and his whole body became excited again.
Originally thought that Zhen Fengliu was seriously injured this time, otherwise he would come back too soon, but he didn't expect that he came again just after falling asleep.
That's fine, in such a short period of time, his injuries will definitely not heal, and with the help of the formation just set up, he can be killed in one fell swoop, eliminating future troubles forever!
?The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, Zuo Hongan rushed out with bare feet, disheveled hair, and staring blood-red eyes.
When I came to the main hall, I didn't see the figure of the old monkey. I saw a young disciple spitting blood and lying on the ground, obviously seriously injured.
"Where's the person, where's the person?" Zuo Hongan clenched his fists, roaring hysterically like a trapped beast driven mad.
Not only was there no sign of the old monkey in the hall, there was even no sign of the formation he set up being activated.
"He didn't come in, Junior Brother Qiu just wanted to go out for convenience, and was injured by him as soon as he went out." A disciple explained.
"Then what about the other person, where is it?" Zuo Hongan let go of his fist and asked through gritted teeth.
"Zuo Hong'an, listen carefully to this old man. If you don't apologize to my Yelang sect disciple and admit your mistakes, this old man will never end with you!" Zhen Fengliu's voice sounded without losing the opportunity.
On the top of the city, the old monkey put his hands on his hips, and a green gauze scarf fluttered in the wind.
"Old Pohou, I'm going to kill you!" Zuo Hong'an roared angrily, and rushed out with red eyes.
"Bah, you want to kill Zhen Fengliu, you're beyond your control!" The old monkey gave a mouthful of disdain. Don't look at the heroic words in his mouth, but he turned around and ran away as soon as he finished speaking, just a few ups and downs, and disappeared into the thick night.
"The old man will come back, hahahaha." The arrogant laughter floated far away along the night wind.
?In the yard, Zuo Hongan stopped, trembling with anger, his eyes almost burst into flames, and he muttered nervously: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you"
It's just that voice, but it is so powerless and so helpless.
His own son died without resting his eyes, the entire army of elite disciples was wiped out, and the most powerful elder could not afford to be seriously injured. Now, he is stuck on his body with a dog-skin plaster like Ye Langzong, unable to be torn apart, shaken off, trampled on, trampled on, why are all the unlucky things happening? It all fell on Duan Yuezong's head, Zuo Hong'an's head? What did he do wrong?
Hearing Zhen Fengliu's cries of going away with the wind, Zuo Hong'an was heartbroken and indignant. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com