Before taking action, he suspected that this mysterious and handsome man would crack all the bones in his body, but it turned out that... the other party actually did just that.
Nie Zhao smiled bitterly, his nose and mouth were bleeding, and he looked extremely embarrassed, "Your Majesty... I really don't know where I have offended you...
And... I can't beat you... Just let me go, right? "
He felt that all the muscles and bones in his body were falling apart, and he couldn't lift at all.
"Itchy hands, practice." Di Jiuque spat out four words indifferently, cherishing the words like gold.
Nie Zhao felt even more miserable, "How am I qualified to train you..."
Di Jiuque glanced at him with cold eyes and moved his fingers, "I like to bully the weak."
Nie Zhao: "..." With your strength, who is not weak in front of you? Why do you want to bully a poor man like him whose strength has deteriorated
Di Jiuque lazily raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Aren't you very good at bullying the weak during the day?"
This is the longest sentence Di Jiuque said to Nie Zhao!
Nie Zhao suddenly felt like he had caught something!
He said why this scene is so familiar! Isn't this what he used to deal with those two little monsters this morning
Could it be that... those two little monsters are related to this lord
Nie Zhao was suddenly frightened by his own thoughts. If those two little monsters could really be related to the Lord of Fengyun City, how could they come to practice in a small academy in the lower world
There are obviously better resources on the Shengyuan Continent for them to squander!
"You... do you know Yun Qingyan and Ji Siwen?" Nie Zhao asked cautiously.
Feng Liao heard the name of his imperial wife with sharp ears.
In my heart, I couldn't help but silently shed tears of sympathy for Nie Zhao. He had injured his beloved wife, and now he only realized that he was beating someone who shouldn't be hit
Di Jiuque looked at Nie Zhao with cold eyes. From those deep and mysterious eyes, Nie Zhao could not see any emotion, so he could not guess his thoughts.
However, the other party did not deny it, which left much room for imagination.
Nie Zhao's heart was filled with chills.
Didn't he just have itchy hands and want to fight with two juniors on a whim? How did you provoke such an unprovoked King of Hell
Although he accidentally unleashed all his strength and injured two of them in the end, he also suffered a lot during the day. Part of his scalp was shaved off by the little girl's knife. He lost face in front of the new students. All lost!
I don’t know when the hair on his head will grow back.
"There is still half a stick of incense." Di Jiuque glanced at the incense stick and said coldly.
Nie Zhao simply pretended to be dead and lay motionless on the ground - he couldn't move anyway.
Seeing Nie Zhao's expression that he was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, Di Jiuque raised his red lips and snorted coldly, then clenched his fist and hit Nie Zhao again!
"Poof!" Nie Zhao spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.
Nie Zhao understood. Regardless of whether he resisted or stood up, this lord would beat him for as long as a stick of incense!
And if he pretends to be dead, he will be beaten even worse!
Even when he beat him with bare hands before, the opponent didn't use all his strength!
"Bah." Nie Zhao spit out a few broken teeth, stood up with all his strength, and ran towards Emperor Jiuque again.
Immediately afterwards.
"boom!"
"stand up!"
"boom!"
"Get up!" The sound of heavy objects falling and cold orders kept ringing out. Fortunately, Feng Liao had arranged a layer of barrier around Nie Zhao's yard in advance to prevent the energy from escaping. Otherwise, all the masters in the imperial capital would be affected by this powerful force. Energy fluctuations are attracted!
In the constant falls and falls, Nie Zhao spent the most painful, embarrassing and unforgettable night in his life.
Just when Di Jiuque's fist was about to hit Nie Zhao's face again, Nie Zhao opened his teeth that were mostly missing and showed an extremely ugly and flattering smile, "Mian... under my crown, a stick of incense... has arrived... "
Di Jiuque's phoenix eyes glanced at the incense stick, and his raised fist seemed to be about to fall. Just when Nie Zhao thought he was about to escape, "Ouch!"
A miserable scream!
(End of chapter)