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Volume 2 Chapter 412 Waiting for the rabbit

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    "You, you, you, you dare to hit me?!"

    Touching his burning lips with his gentle hand, the servant officer asked with a face full of surprise and anger.

    "Why don't I dare?"

    Zhan Feihong asked leisurely after blowing lightly into the palm that was withdrawn.

    "You coward, I will make you pay the price right now!!"

    Looking at Zhan Feihong's indifferent attitude, the apprentice officer finally couldn't bear the grievance in his heart. The spiritual sea in his body started to circulate crazily, and for a while, the surrounding area exuded a strong bloody atmosphere.

    But before he could use his magical power to attack Zhan Feihong, a feeling of powerlessness suddenly came over him from all directions.

    I saw that the thick bloody aura dissipated in an instant, and then a black shadow fanned upward towards the other side of the apprentice officer's face!

    "Snapped!"

    With the second crisp sound, the acolyte, who had lost his spiritual energy protection, was sent flying into the air until he flipped around and hit the wall.

    "If I dare to give you one slap, I will give you two slaps. As long as you dare to say a few crazy words again, I don't mind continuing to slap you."

    With a flash of ferocity in his eyes, Zhan Feihong picked up the apprentice officer from the ground and warned him face to face.

    "You, please remember what you have done! As long as the disciple is still alive, I will definitely report it to the master of the palace, and your bones will be wiped out!!"

    Qiang Zi cleared his mind, and after being blackmailed, the apprentice officer stared back with hateful eyes and roared crazily.

    "Okay, do you think your Lord Palace Shaman can help you stand out, right? I'll give you this opportunity, you go find it, go find it now, I want to see how he can make my corpse disappear?"

    With a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, Zhan Feihong raised his arm and threw the apprentice officer out of the door.

    "I'll give you half an hour. After half an hour, if you can't come back to me with your master, don't blame me for taking the initiative to find you!"

    Sitting firmly on his bed, his warning fell into everyone's ears.

    The blood demon cultists hiding aside were already frightened by Zhan Feihong¡¯s domineering behavior.

    Although they had guessed that Zhan Feihong might have the backing of an earth-shattering figure, as a third-level believer, treating a fourth-level disciple so arrogantly was beyond their imagination.

    "Is he crazy? Even if he has someone to rely on, he still can't ignore the canon?!"

    "It's so ignorant. If such an approach is really pursued, no one can help him escape punishment unless the Demon Lord comes in person!"

    "But this Zhantian's strength is too powerful, isn't it? The apprentice officer is in the middle stage of spiritual condensation, and he was slapped twice easily. No wonder the two third-level people who were domineering in the house were  The believers were kept submissive by him."

    Regarding the whispers of these believers, Zhan Feihong just chuckled and did not pay attention to them.

    After two cups of tea, the buzzing chatter finally subsided, and the whole residence became much quieter for a while.

    Those believers who secretly glanced at Xiang Zhan Feihong were all in a wait-and-see state, and no one dared to approach the area around his bed without authorization.

    After all, they all felt that Zhan Feihong was overplaying his hand this time, and even if he could barely get through the situation, he would not end up well.

    ??????????????????????????????? If you show yourself to be close to him under such circumstances, you will definitely make the apprentice officer, and even the Lord Diansha behind you, hate him.

    Therefore, until that whole hour had passed, not a single figure came close to Zhan Feihong.

    Just when everyone was on tenterhooks, waiting for the assistant officer to lead the rescuers to arrest Zhan Feihong, a figure suddenly appeared outside the door.

    "coming!"

    Everyone present quickly saw clearly that this person was the servant officer who had been slapped twice, and couldn't help but look at Zhan Feihong anxiously.

    "Since you came on time, let me tell you, your Lord, is he going to help you send me to the Criminal Law Hall to be dealt with, or is he going to take action directly and obliterate my humble existence as a little cultist?"

    Facing the attention of everyone, Zhan Feihong jumped off the bed, then walked towards the apprentice officer and asked.

    Hearing Zhan Feihong¡¯s question, the aide¡¯s shoulders trembled suddenly, and then his swollen face forced a smile of apology, and he said in a low voice: ¡°Don¡¯t dare, don¡¯t dare., you can give me a slap in the face, but it¡¯s too late for me to be happy.¡±

    As soon as he said these words, the onlookers could only hear the believers looking at each other in shock, completely unable to keep up with this earth-shaking change.

    "I remember, that's not what you said before you left, right?"

    "Shrugging his shoulders slightly, Zhan Feihong asked with a smile.

    "That is ignorance and ignorance. Please give it a wide berth. Just treat it as a fart and let it go."

    Hearing Zhan Feihong¡¯s words of pursuit, the servant officer secretly gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground with a thump, and raised his hand to slap his own cheek.

    "What are you doing?"

    A crisp slap came over, Zhan Feihong couldn't help but frown, and asked pretending to be confused.

    "With a humble body like this, how can I be of great help to you if I make a mistake and personally reward and punish you? I will punish myself in a humble position, and I will punish you until you are satisfied."

    A vague explanation came out of his mouth. Every slap slapped by the servant officer was full of force, and it was definitely not a deliberate show. Even after more than ten times, his face was slapped hard, and bright red blood oozed out.  Bloody water.

    "Stop it."

    Seeing the miserable appearance of the other party, Zhan Feihong waved his hand to signal the other party to stop.

    The onlookers beside him only came to their senses at this moment. They watched the apprentice officer bowing his thanks and retreating away. They were so shocked that they could not even speak.

    ¡°This, how is this possible?!¡±

    ¡°This is the first time in my life that I have seen someone come so humbly to beg for mercy after being beaten.¡±

    "What kind of terrifying background is this Zhantian? Even the figure with the backing of the Eightfold Palace Demon behind him completely fell into his hands. I really can't imagine it!"

    After dozens of breaths, the quiet residence heard low whispers again.

    Silently listening to everyone¡¯s comments about him, a glint flashed in Zhan Feihong¡¯s eyes.

    "The next step is to wait. I believe it won't be long before the shortcut will appear on its own initiative!"

    "Can you say that again?!"

    Waiting for his nephew to report all the news about Zhan Feihong, Captain Yuwen¡¯s eyes widened.

    He originally thought that by inducing the big shot Ling Diansha, he would be able to kill Zhan Feihong with a borrowed knife.

    But unexpectedly, not only was the other party not subject to any restrictions by the eighth-level palace evil spirit, but he actually forced a fourth-level acolyte to kneel down and beg for mercy, and slapped himself.

    Captain Yuwen naturally knew that this fourth-level disciple was a very close informant of Ling Diansha in the periphery.

    ¡°In addition, he has always been extremely protective of his shortcomings. If he had not been forced to the point of helplessness, he would never let his subordinates end up like this.

    "broken"

    A pale pallor appeared on his face, and the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

    "Uncle, why don't you just stop avenging your nephew?"

    Seeing that his uncle, who was the sixth level sergeant, looked increasingly grim, the believer named Wang couldn't help but ask tentatively.

    "Revenge?"

    Hearing his nephew's words, a flash of anger suddenly flashed in the eyes of Chief Yuwen, and he said angrily: "You still have the nerve to mention this?! Not to mention you, a little three-level believer, or my uncle, I might not be able to do it this time.  You¡¯re risking your fortune and your life!¡±

    "so serious?"

    The believer surnamed Wang and his companions were immediately dumbfounded after being scolded by Chief Yuwen.

    "The evil in the Eighth Layer Palace fell into the hands of that boy, how serious do you want it to be?!"

    Slapping his nephew on the head, Captain Yuwen stood up suddenly and said in a cold voice: "You see that apprentice officer? That is your role model! Come with me in a while and take the initiative to apologize, and maybe even  There is a glimmer of hope!¡±

    "What? You want us to kowtow to that boy to apologize?!"

    Looking at Captain Yuwen in disbelief, the believer surnamed Wang shook his head and said: "Uncle, you can't do this to me. I am your nephew, how can you -"

    "Stop talking nonsense, I'm saving you, do you know that?!" Before the cultist named Wang could finish speaking, Captain Yuwen glared at him fiercely and said sternly.

    ¡°But this¡ª¡ª¡±

    "It's nothing like this or that. Just let you go. You're the one! Why, do you think it's embarrassing to kowtow and apologize? The fourth level servant is not more noble than you, so why not take the initiative to kneel on the ground to admit your mistakes and slap yourself in the mouth?!  Anyway, after what my uncle said, either you kowtow and apologize, or you wait to be tortured to death by the other party. With my uncle¡¯s ability, I can¡¯t save you!"

      Seeing that his nephew was still hesitating, Captain Yuwen finally spoke harshly.

    Speaking of which, how dare the triple cultist surnamed Wang dare to resist again? After all, he was able to successfully enter the Blood Demon Sirius Cult all because of Commander Yuwen. If even Commander Yuwen no longer cares about him,  , that would be a real dead end.

    So the three of them prepared for about half an hour, and then arrived at the door of the residence together.

    "Zhan, brother Zhan, are you free for a moment?"

    After looking around for a moment, the triple cultist surnamed Wang soon spotted Zhan Feihong's figure, and couldn't help but walked to him rather awkwardly and asked in a low voice.

    Seeing the figure of his old enemy, Zhan Feihong curled up an imperceptible proud smile, knowing that what he was waiting for had already arrived at his door.

    "Brother Wang, what are you doing out there? Are you looking for me if you have anything?" n!  ~!
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