The devil is coming

Chapter 378 Anger
When I woke up, it was already high in the sun.
Zheng Fan sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his forehead with his left hand. There was still some fatigue in his eyes due to the residual side effects of the "Ecstasy".
At this time, Hakka's voice came from the door:
"Uncle, do you want lunch?"
Zheng Fan ended his meditation and said in a hoarse voice:
"Get something light."
"Okay, slave understands."
After washing up, Zheng Fan walked to the front hall.
There were several light side dishes on the table, as well as a bowl of plain noodles.
Being able to make these delicacies in such a short period of time is indeed extraordinary.
Zheng Fan picked up the noodle bowl and asked while eating:
"Did Si Niang come back last night?"
"As for uncle, he came back and left again in the morning."
Zheng Fan nodded.
Before eating much, Zheng Fan put down his chopsticks and walked to the backyard alone.
There is an open area in the backyard with a weapon and a large water tank. It is usually where Uncle Zheng practices martial arts.
Step forward,
Draw a knife;
When Zheng Fan practices swordsmanship, there are no fixed routines except for some basic movements. Anyway, whenever he needs, he can choose any demon king to practice swordsmanship with him.
After practicing for nearly an hour, Zheng Fan threw the knife out, and the flying knife fell back into the weapon rack.
Then,
Zheng Fan took off his shirt and entered the water tank.
"Uncle."
Keshi had been paying attention and listening to the movements in the yard. She had figured out some of Zheng Fan's habits. At this time, she took the initiative to come over and brought ice drinks.
Zheng Fan reached out and took it, and when he was about to drink it, he stopped again.
"You drink it."
"Ok?"
"Drink it."
"Yes, uncle."
Keshi took a sip and looked at Zheng Fan.
Seeing that Zheng Fan didn't respond, she could only take a few more sips. Her body couldn't bear the too cold stuff, but she had no choice.
"Okay, go and prepare another drink for me."
"Yes, uncle."
Zheng Fan leaned back and pressed his back against the wall of the water tank.
then,
"Bang" sound,
The cup shattered,
Keshi fainted and fell to the ground.
Zheng Fan, who was sitting in the water tank, saw this scene. He took out the water with both hands and slapped it on his face. He leaned his neck back and looked at the sky above his head with a smile on his lips.
Then,
Zheng Fan stood up,
He walked out of the water tank, came to the weapon rack, and pulled out the knife that he had just put back before.
Perhaps it was because of the hot weather that Zheng Fan felt that he was particularly irritable today.
Irritability when getting up,
I feel irritable when practicing martial arts.
Even if I soak myself in a water tank, I still feel irritable.
Especially when Keshi fainted and fell to the ground,
That kind of emotion instantly filled Zheng Fan's limbs.
some things,
Come once,
He can smile and pass,
But if it happens one after another...
He doesn't want to.
About a quarter of an hour passed,
There were no other sounds coming from the yard;
There were only two people standing, Zheng Fan holding a knife, and Hakka, who was unconscious on the ground.
"come out."
Zheng Fan said.
He knew that there must be someone "peeping" here.
at last,
Xue San's face appeared in the pond in the yard.
Xue San slowly climbed out of the pond, shook off the water drops on his body, and looked at Zheng Fan.
two daggers,
From the position of my wrists and arms,
Keep sliding up and down again,
Slide up again, slide down again;
The expression on his face kept switching from indifferent to sarcastic to flattering.
all in all,
Third Master is very confused now.
on the one hand,
Judging from the information provided to him by Fan Li,
You should go up and show some color to the master, and then gain the same level as Fan Li;
But on the other hand,
Looking at the Lord standing there holding a knife,
He was a little... hesitant.
In fact, no matter whether it is Zheng Fan, the master, or the seven demon kings who are his subordinates, although in daily life, "master" comes and "master" goes, no one actually regards this "master-servant" relationship as real. really.
However, after being together for so long, Xue San was really reluctant to break up.
Among the seven devil kings,
The one recognized as the stupidest has already advanced.
None of the other demon kings are true fools.
Xue San also knew that if he made the wrong choice or something went wrong, he would most likely not be upgraded and at the same time he would face the risk of having his account cancelled.
at last,
Xue San made a decision,
His face was fixed into a "pleasant" smile,
He said to Zheng Fan:
"My lord, if I say this is just an accident, will you believe it?"
Zheng Fan didn't answer.
Instead, he held the knife and rushed over.
Xue San's eyes narrowed, and he immediately flashed away and left the place. Zheng Fan's knife struck the floor tiles, causing cracks in the floor tiles in this area.
"Lord, there is a misunderstanding, it is really a misunderstanding."
As soon as Xue San finished speaking, Zheng Fan's other sword came over again.
As a last resort, Xue San could only take out his own dagger and forcefully hold Zheng Fan's knife. After the collision of the weapons, there was some obstruction. Xue San took this opportunity to distance himself again.
"My lord, can we put down our swords and let my subordinates kneel before you and speak properly?"
Zheng Fan ignored it and continued to cut across with his knife.
Xue San stepped away again.
In fact, it stands to reason that because of their combat experience and strong bloodline, the demon kings can basically become invincible at the same level unless they meet some geniuses, such as Chen Daxia, with their strength, and they can also surpass. A wave of challenges.
Therefore, although Zheng Fan is now a sixth-level warrior and Xue San is still a seventh-level warrior, Xue San's body shape and fighting consciousness are at stake here. If he wants to go around a few times without having to fight Zheng Fan head-on, Still able to do it with ease.
After all, if you can't beat him, you can still walk.
"My lord, let's talk it over. Can San'er apologize to you?"
Zheng Fan slashed at him again.
Xue San retreated quickly, rolled over on the ground several times, and dodged another knife attack.
"My lord, there is a misunderstanding. There is really a misunderstanding. So, let's do this. My lord, please have a good rest first. I will go out to see the construction situation outside. I will come back to apologize to you later."
Seeing that Zheng Fan was getting angry, Xue San decided to avoid the limelight first;
In the final analysis, this time I still have to deal with my own mistakes, and I feel uneasy.
however,
Just when Xue San was about to jump over the wall and escape,
A black light and shadow hit him directly, stopping Xue San back in mid-air.
Xue San landed on the ground again and cursed directly:
"I fucked your uncle. Aren't you going to see the child? Why are you just joining in the fun!"
It was Magic Pill that blocked Xue San back. The black stone floated on the courtyard wall, floating slightly.
Zheng Fan put away the knife,
Looking at Xue San coldly.
He didn't want to listen to Xue San's explanation, because at this time, he was not in the mood to listen to these explanations;
Moreover,
No explanation can resolve the fact that Keshi is still unconscious on the ground.
Zheng Fan has never truly regarded the demon kings as his servants. He does not have such a big face and is very self-aware.
In Zheng Fan's view, everyone is more like a team, a group of partners gathered together. He is only the nominal boss, the link that maintains this relationship.
Since the beginning of the world's awakening, Zheng Fan has been constantly trying to get rid of his identity as a little white rabbit living in the shadow of the devil.
At least, can we all sit down as equals?
But what Xue San did today has exceeded Zheng Fan's bottom line.
Fan Li yesterday, maybe because of his consistent personality, Zheng Fan listened to his explanation, no matter how ridiculous he felt in his heart, he had no intention of pursuing it;
But it can't happen again. It's only been one night.
Are you still here?
Do you want to play with me to death?
Corresponding,
Zheng Fan's emotions can be sensed by the magic pill.
Although there is no war now, the magic pill does not need to stay in the groove of Zheng Fan's armor all day, and his job has gradually switched to the profession of childcare;
But it is undeniable that, as a soul body and the protagonist drawn by Zheng Fan himself, it has the closest psychological connection with Zheng Fan.
Mowan, who was playing with the young Marquis, had previously sensed the suppressed anger coming from Zheng Fan in the yard.
Magic Pill was a little surprised at first, thinking it was an enemy attack, but then Xue San's aura appeared again.
Therefore, Magic Pill did not take action at first, but just watched from a distance.
He saw Zheng Fan constantly swinging his knife at Xue San,
He saw Xue San kept explaining to Zheng Fan,
then,
He is excited!
Because he has been unhappy with these demon kings for a long time!
The reason for my displeasure is simple.
I don’t have to like my father,
But I don’t like it even more when my father adopts six other people’s children behind my back as his biological son!
This feeling is equivalent to the feeling of many young people in later generations when their parents want to have a second child. Even if they share my love, they also need to share my inheritance?
Therefore, when he found out that his own father was really angry, and when he found out that Xue San was about to run away, Mowan didn't even have to summon him, he just stepped forward to block the way!
father,
Are you going to beat him up?
come on,
I'll help you beat him up,
Father and son go into battle!
Xue San was really dumbfounded this time. If it was just Zheng Fan, he would have been able to escape without being beaten, but if Magic Pills also joined, the problem would be a big one.
Zheng Fan also noticed the magic pill.
He opened his palms,
Magic Pill understands,
In an instant, it flew into Zheng Fan's palm.
"Fuck!"
Xue San cursed loudly and took advantage of this opportunity to turn around and prepare to escape. If he didn't escape, he would be doomed!
Because the father and son had worked together many times before, when Zheng Fan took the initiative to open the physical and mental defenses, the infusion of the power of the magic pill became very smooth.
next moment,
A black halo began to flow in Zheng Fan's eyes,
The bones and muscles of the body also began to make brittle sounds,
But before everything can be adjusted,
Zheng Fan immediately ran out!
"Shh!"
Xue San here had just climbed over the courtyard wall, and before his feet even touched the ground, he felt a terrible force coming from above him, and he immediately hid himself in the shadows.
however,
What Zheng Fan relied on at this time was the sight of the magic pill.
Xue San's concealment method was a "blindness method" for ordinary people, but for Zheng Fan at this time, it had no concealing effect at all.
"Buzz!"
Zheng Fan stretched out his arm, accurately grabbed Xue San's neck, and then kicked off the ground with one leg.
"boom!"
Xue San's body hit the courtyard wall, knocking a hole out of the courtyard wall, and was immediately pressed to the ground by Zheng Fan and began to rub against it.
In the end, like playing bowling, Xue San let go of his hand, and his body was like an arrow from the string, smashing the water tank directly.
then,
Zheng Fan stood where he was,
Blinking from time to time,
The neck is twisted,
The arm and thigh joints also present a strange sense of disharmony.
The expression on his face is constantly changing slightly.
Perhaps it was because of anger, or because the magic pill rarely took the initiative to control the body during the merger, so Zheng Fan still retained his sanity and control of his body at this time.
"puff!"
Xue San raised his head with difficulty from the porcelain pieces. At this time, his clothes were in tatters. When he raised his head, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
When the power of the magic pill was instilled into the Lord's body, the Lord, who was already one level higher than his own strength, instantly gained the strength to restrain himself.
Because the magic pill can see through most of his body skills, and the speed at which it attaches to the master can also offset Xue San's own speed.
If you were with other demon kings, you could fight for a few more rounds, but there's no other way. Why would Xue San's own abilities be almost ineffective here?
Zheng Fan started to take steps towards Xue San.
"Lord, I was wrong, I was wrong... I was really wrong... I ate lard and became blinded..."
Xue San felt really wronged.
Why did Fan Li succeed last night?
Is this what happened when it was my turn?
Fan Li, you must not be telling lies.
indeed,
Fan Li did not tell lies, but in the question-and-answer session last night, Xue San didn't ask, and Fan Li didn't answer.
Of course, I didn't mean not to answer, because Fan Lihan, how could he think so carefully.
When Xue San saw Zheng Fan coming over and picking up the knife he had thrown on the ground,
Xue San's whole heart was lifted to the throat!
A great terror,
Coming in an instant!
Lord,
Lord,
he,
he,
Want to kill me?
Want to kill me...
Want to kill me!
Xue San's breathing began to become rapid. He felt that the scene in front of him was very absurd, but at the same time he also knew that the fact that he had drugged the master's ice drink and lurked here secretly was also extremely absurd. thing.
If an absurd thing serves as a cause, it will naturally lead to an equally absurd effect.
……
In the small house on Beifu Street adjacent to the Hirano residence that was being renovated, the sword master who was lying on a wicker chair and watching Liu Dahu practice calligraphy suddenly raised his head.
If Zheng Fan's attack on Xue San was within the scope of normal practice at the beginning, then with the possession of the magic pill, the leakage of the devil's aura and the damage to the courtyard wall, the commotion caused by it was wanted to hide it from the city. For some people, it is almost impossible.
The sword master hesitated.
He sensed this breath,
But I don't know what happened.
"Father, what's wrong?"
Liu Dahu raised his head and looked at Yu Huaping.
Yes, Liu Dahu's kid has changed his name to Yu Huaping's father.
It was the old woman who scolded him with a feather duster and knelt in front of Yu Huaping.
The old woman said, whoever eats his food will remember his kindness. Animals already know this, but there is no reason why people don’t know it.
However, Yu Huaping refused to let Liu Dahu change his surname now.
At this time, Yu Huaping wanted Liu Dahu to get his Long Yuan.
But I feel like this is a bit unnecessary.
Because of who I am now,
He simply couldn't afford the Long Yuan Sword.
Perhaps, some innate acumen is still there, but now, he is still a waste.
Even if something really happened, there was nothing he could do.
But as a sword master, he hated this feeling of powerlessness.
"Dahu, go outside and call the patrolling soldiers to tell them to go..."
"Squeak..."
The door to the courtyard was pushed open and Liang Cheng walked in.
The sword master's eyes fell on Liang Cheng.
Liang Cheng bowed his head slightly to the Sword Master to show respect, and then said:
"No, it's nothing serious."
"What's the big deal?" the sword master asked.
"Internal discussion." Liang Cheng replied.
The sword master smiled,
Road:
"Although I am a useless person, there is no need to fool me like this."
Liang Cheng thought for a while,
Another answer was given:
"Clean the portal?"
The sword master frowned.
Immediately asked:
"Infighting?"
If there is internal strife and someone below rebels, it will definitely be a military disaster.
Thinking further, the location of the Snow Customs is extremely important. Once unstable, it may even trigger a second round of barbarians entering the customs.
"It's not a big problem."
Seeing Liang Cheng's answer, the sword master leaned back on the recliner again and said:
"That's it."
……
Siniang put down the account book in her hand, and all the accounting clerks below who were listening to the assignment were also stunned.
for a while,
Si Niang stood up,
Road:
"Excuse me, excuse me for a moment."
All the accountants immediately bowed and promised:
"Don't dare."
.........
In the ice cellar,
A Ming lay there very quietly,
He crushed an ice cube with his left hand and threw it into his wine glass.
Shake again,
At last,
Send it into your throat,
Subsequently,
turned over,
It's cool here and perfect for a nap.
.........
The blind man had stopped peeling the orange, and instead put the half-peeled orange in front of his nose and smelled it.
"Tsk..."
immediately,
He began to peel oranges again,
He naturally put a piece of orange meat into his mouth and chewed it slowly.
.........
The coffin in the corner room of the back house,
The one lying inside raised a finger.
its nails,
Start scratching the coffin board,
Once, once, and again,
It seems like it could come out at any moment.
.........
On the city wall, Fan Li was walking on top, inspecting the repairs of the city wall. On his shoulders, the sword maid sat steadily.
"Big guy, why do I think you feel different today?"
Born with a sword, he is naturally extremely sensitive to breath.
Fan Li habitually reached behind his back and scratched his head, saying:
"maybe."
"Big guy, have you improved in strength?" Sword Maid asked.
Fan Li continued to scratch his head and said:
"maybe."
"Why aren't you happy that your realm has improved?" Sword Maid asked.
Fan Li looked at a certain location in the city.
A silly smile appeared on his face,
Road:
"happy."
.........
Zheng Fan walked towards Xue San step by step. Xue San bit his lip and just watched his master walking over step by step.
at last,
Zheng Fan walked up to Xue San and raised his knife.
The corners of Xue San's mouth began to twitch, but he did not beg for mercy or shout, he just stared at Zheng Fan.
At this time,
It can be clearly found that
Zheng Fan's body was constantly surrounded by black mist. The black mist overflowed from Zheng Fan's body and then entered Zheng Fan's brain.
This is actually a kind of "encourage".
A large amount of negative emotions from the magic pill poured into Zheng Fan's brain.
It's like when something happens to you, your plastic best friend is constantly fanning the flames for you.
This stalemate did not last long.
There are not too many emotional ups and downs and foreshadowing,
The tears and the crying were completely non-existent.
Furthermore,
Today's weather is a bit sultry.
No matter what I do, I hate my mother-in-law.
The knife in Zheng Fan’s hand,
Facing Xue San,
Stab it down!
"Buzz!"
Xue San closed his eyes,
Opened his mouth wide,
The scream did not come out.
After he slowly opened his eyes,
Only then did he realize that the knife had indeed fallen, and it had indeed fallen towards him, and it had pierced the ground, but the point of penetration was at his crotch. Although it was probably only one centimeter away from his leg, it was still It didn't actually stab him in the body.
"Ha...ha...huhu...huhu..."
Xue San began to breathe heavily.
At this moment,
Only then did he speak again:
"Lord, I was wrong. This is my fault. Thank you, Lord..."
Zheng Fan didn’t listen to Xue San’s words;
When your hand takes off the knife handle,
Pulled to one side.
The knife stabbed into the floor tiles due to inertia,
bounce back,
It happened to hit Xue San’s leg;
"Snapped!"
"Oh!!!!!!"
then,
The knife continues to swing, and its inertia has not disappeared.
"Snapped!"
"Oh!"
"Snapped!"
"Oh!"
"Clap clap clap..."
"Oh oh oh oh……"
Xue San's whole face began to twist in pain, so that when the blade finally stabilized and stopped swinging, foam was already flowing out of the corners of Xue San's mouth.
Zheng Fan turned around,
The black mist on his body began to suddenly become thicker, as if he hadn't had enough fun, and he seemed a little unwilling.
But along with Zheng Fan’s angry shout:
"Come down for me!"
The black mist is still rolling and boiling. Obviously, father guiding son does not work here.
"If you don't come down, I'll commit suicide first!"
"Shh!"
The black mist quickly evacuated from Zheng Fan and submerged into the stone again.
Zheng Fan walked to the broken water tank, picked up the towel he had used to wipe his body when practicing swordsmanship, and began to slowly wipe his body again.
After you've wiped it off,
Zheng Fan came back and knelt down in front of Xue San.
Xue San had just recovered from the convulsions, opened his eyes, and looked at Zheng Fan with some weakness and grievance.
Zheng Fan sighed,
raise your hand,
Wipe Xue San's face with a towel and wipe away the blood on his face. He wipes it gently and carefully;
Simultaneously,
He said in a slightly distressed tone:
"Don't be so naughty next time. Look at your dirty face. Be obedient and good."
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Good night, sweet dreams.
(End of this chapter)