Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 152 Crack!Thirteen sons!

Everyone was shocked.

Just a simple slap in the face can actually make Lu Fengfeng let out such a pig-killing scream.

This is a method of torture, and there is no one else.

Ying Zige frowned, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

That kid Zhao Gao, when he started, he was clearly muttering something.

Judging from the shape of his mouth, what he is talking about is clearly...

Thirteen sons?

[Understood, this kid hates me to the bone now, hates me for giving him an ugly face, hates me for giving him the title of ugly swordsman.So, when he hit Lu Feng, he fantasized that he was hitting me. 】

[Good boy, the city is indeed extremely deep. It turns out that your resentment towards me is like a torrential river.I thought, are you really loyal? 】

Ying Zige suddenly laughed even happier.

I like the way you can't understand me and can't kill me the most.

In other words, Lu Feng's boy is indeed a tough guy, enduring such a great pain, he let out a miserable scream from just now, and insisted on not saying a word.

Ying Zige sighed in his heart, and found out embarrassingly that Lu Feng had passed out under the tremendous pain...

"Bring some water!"

A big hand suddenly reached out to Han Baichuan.

Han Baichuan, who had never seen such a scene before, was already stunned and his face turned pale.

Frightened, he hastily handed over his water bag.

Puff!
Zhao Gao had cold water in his mouth, and he sprayed it on Lu Feng's face viciously.

"what!"

Lu Feng shivered fiercely, and the moment he opened his eyes, he suddenly widened them and trembled all over his body.

The fear in my heart reached the extreme at this moment.

I was so painful that I passed out, and the other party was obviously not ready to let me go.

Lu Feng thought that he was indeed a tough guy, but the problem was that the method used by the other party was too fucking painful, and he really couldn't bear it.

"I... I said... don't fight."

Seeing Zhao Gao's slap again, Lu Feng trembled all over, couldn't hold back anymore at this moment, and hurriedly said loudly.

However, before he finished speaking, the slap fell on his face again.

"Thirteen sons!"

Hearing Zhao Gao's roar, followed by a crisp sound, Lin Feng rolled his eyes and passed out again.

"Ok?"

In the next second, Zhao Gao suddenly widened his eyes, which were already full of fear.

Just now, I seem to have accidentally called out the name of the thirteenth son?
The secret that he regards Lu Feng as the thirteen sons, won't it be discovered soon?

He trembled all over, and suddenly felt two icy gazes moving non-stop on his back, and an icy breath instantly filled his whole body.

Wei Zhuang and the others were also completely deceived.

Can't help but look at each other.

This kid, what he called just now seems to be the name of the thirteenth son?
That is to say, when he was fighting Lu Feng, he always regarded him as the thirteenth son to relieve his anger.

Thinking of this, this kind of person is not too surprised.

A good Zhao Gao was turned into an ugly swordsman, who wouldn't be furious if he was replaced by him?

But if he didn't directly draw out his long sword and fight Ying Zige desperately, he was already giving face. Now it's really normal to just treat another person as him to vent his anger.

"Old Zhao, I seem to have heard you call him the thirteenth son just now? What's going on?"

At this moment, an extremely cold voice came from behind Zhao Gao.

The voice seemed to come from a deep underground cave, and it was extremely cold.

Zhao Gao trembled all over again, turned his head hastily, his face was already filled with flattering smiles: "Young Master Thirteen, you must have heard wrong, I just said clearly, whether to recruit or not?"

Of course you can't admit it.

Even if you kill him, you can't admit it.

Otherwise, when the thirteenth son is angry, this ugly face is likely to follow him for the rest of his life.

Therefore, no confession can be made under any circumstances.

"Really?" Ying Zige narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes full of murderous aura.

"Of course. My admiration for the thirteenth son is like a torrential river, how can he be regarded as the thirteenth son?"

Zhao Gao forced a smile again, and pointed at the fainted Lu Feng.

Ying Zige's face darkened immediately.

This kid obviously has no silver 300 taels here.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask them. They must have heard the truth."

Before Ying Zige could continue the interrogation, Zhao Gao gritted his teeth and put his hope on Jian Nu and the others.

"Oh?"

Ying Zige turned to look at Jian Nu and the others.

"did not hear."

"I can't hear you very well."

"He seemed to be really asking if he wanted a confession."

Jian Nu and the others shook their heads lightly, but felt a sense of relief in their hearts.

Why don't they want to slap Shisan Gong a few times?

Now that someone helped them do it, how could they betray him?

[I'm going, these bastards actually collude with each other and cover each other.How much anger did my thirteenth son provoke?Unexpectedly, these people wanted to see me being slapped. 】

[Everyone agrees, if they want to blame Zhao Gao, they may not be able to do so.I had no choice but to take revenge later. 】

Ying Zige's teeth itch with hatred.

At this moment, he smiled calmly and nodded slightly: "It seems that I did hear wrong. However, I seem to have heard him say that he wants to confess."

"Yes, I heard that too." Han Baichuan nodded seriously.

"In this case, wake him up quickly. I want to hear who is behind this scene."

Ying Zige smiled slightly, and Yan was full of anticipation.

This kid Lu Feng must have been sent by his son Fusu.

If he personally said that the person behind it was the young master Fusu, it would definitely surprise everyone present.

In this way, the handle in his hand has a witness.

With this handle, young master Fusu still bows to him?
Just thinking about it, Ying Zige's heart was filled with excitement, and he couldn't wait to hear Lu Feng say that person's name himself.

puff!

Zhao Gao sprayed cold water on it, and Lu Feng woke up again.

Plop!
He fell to his knees, burst into tears, and begged for mercy.

"I! I said! But I also understand in my heart that if I say it, even if you spare my life, the people behind me will never allow me to continue living."

"So, before I say, can I have one last little wish?"

Lu Feng's face was pale, and he clenched his teeth. At this moment, he seemed determined to accept his fate.

Falling into the hands of this gang of vicious gods, wanting to survive is simply wishful thinking.

Now, he has no hope of surviving, and he just wants to solve a big mystery in his heart.

"Are you ready to talk? Well, tell me, what is your little wish?"

Zhao Gao narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered.

"I want to know where the thirteenth son is. And..."

While speaking, he gently raised his trembling fingers and pointed at Ying Zige, "Who is this young swordsman?"

(End of this chapter)