Treating special people with special methods has always been the interrogation rule of Lord Throwing Thunder. Of course, this smacks of secret lynching, but in dealing with these secret forces who like to make small moves behind the scenes, this kind of interrogation method is not considered a means at all in the eyes of Lord Throwing Thunder.
Sometimes Lord Throwing Thunder feels that cultivation does not allow everyone to understand the truth. It is also the stage of transformation. Everyone’s understanding of this stage is different. The biggest difference is that some people understand better as they live, while some people become less and less capable...
Obviously, after the man heard that Lord Throwing Thunder had asked the Dharma King to use the innate divine thunder, the man's cold sweat was like a waterfall and he couldn't stop it.
The man looked at the Dharma King and was shocked: "Are you... a descendant of the Thunder Clan?"
"Yes." Dharma King nodded.
The man from the Immortal Mansion: “…”
He never expected that the man standing in front of him now, wearing goggles and looking like a wretched uncle, was actually a descendant of the Twelve Ancient Clan, the Thunder Clan...
To be honest, when he looked at Dharma King, the man from Xianfu thought for a moment whether this wretched uncle had played a role like a bus idiot.
Because this temperament is completely unlike that of the famous descendants of the Thunder Clan. The difference from imagination is really huge! - Even if you don’t know how to use 100,000 volts, your ideal state is not to have a blond haired hedgehog, a body full of electricity, and eight pack abs!
The man from the Immortal Mansion really couldn't suppress the raging desire to complain in his heart.
Facts have proved that people's dreams sometimes really do get shattered...
The sheep is straddling the man's body. From this angle, you can clearly see the sense of loss this man from the Immortal Mansion felt after confirming his identity as a descendant of the King of Thunder.
She noticed that this man's eyes were quite dim...
And this time, the sheep clearly heard the heartbroken voice of the man in the Immortal Mansion.
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"After working on it for a long time, this person seems to be a fan of yours?" True Lord Throwing Thunder crossed his arms with a funny expression on his face.
The Dharma King was flattered for a while: "..." He actually still has fans
"It's normal. The only descendant of the Thunder Clan in the world who is known to be able to use the innate divine thunder, a holy relic powered by spiritual power, should be considered a legend. The reputation left behind by the Thunder Clan back then is not small." True Lord Throwing Thunder He pursed his lips, looked at the Dharma King and said, "If you continue to work as a welder in the Xiao family, you will squander the last remaining bit of reputation."
When the Dharma King heard this, his face showed a look of embarrassment.
"A long time ago, the Thunder Clan was kind to our ancestors. Therefore, we younger generations have always attached great importance to the Thunder Clan." The man on the ground gritted his teeth and said: "However, I will not stand in front of me now. If you are a descendant of the Thunder Clan, you will easily let go..."
"You are quite brave."
Lord Throwing Thunder sighed helplessly at the man on the ground.
Then, he waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm not busy with the interrogation, let's eat first. Don't miss the broccoli soup made by Senior Wang!"
The Dharma King was a little surprised: "Ah? Don't you want me to use the innate divine thunder to dodge him?"
"After all, this is one of your fans. Are you willing to do it?" Lord Throwing Thunder smiled.
As expected, the Dharma King hesitated. He stared at the man on the ground and thought about it carefully, and finally decided to give up. When he saw the confident expression on the face of True Lord Throwing Thunder, he knew in his heart that the true Lord had probably thought of a countermeasure.
His Holiness has always felt that in this world where faces are valued, his fans are actually rare animals... It’s hard to find one, so it’s really necessary to take good care of them.
If he were not a fan, His Holiness would have already decided whether to cook this person medium or medium rare...
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During the meal, Wang's father and Lie Mengmeng did not come down, and they were still discussing animatedly in the room. Lord Throwing Thunder directly brought the food up, with such a respectful look that all the men in the Immortal Mansion were stunned for a moment.
At this point, he can no longer use common sense to think about the situation in this villa, because judging from the current situation, there seems to be no normal person in this villa!
He clearly couldn't sense any fluctuations in the spiritual power of the owner of the villa. As a result, both the death-seeking senior and the descendant of the Thunder Tribe, King Thunder, were respectful to the owner of the villa, and they spoke like a senior. kind.
The man deeply suspected that his ability to sense spiritual power was probably broken...
During the meal time, this man from the Immortal Mansion was not idle either. Although his body was tied tightly, he was still trying to do little things behind his back, trying to inform the Immortal Mansion.
After having a pleasant lunch with Mother Wang and Mr. Wang, Lord Throwing Lei directly carried the man up to the second floor.
With a big body of nearly 1.9 meters, Lord Throwing Lei used only one finger to hook the person up on the rope, as if he was lifting a chicken, and threw him into Wang Ling's bedroom, and then continued the interrogation just now. Work.
Lord Throwing Thunder sat on the edge of Wang Ling's bed, crossed his slender legs, and stared at the man in front of him lazily: "Don't bother, you were already marked by Sheep and the others when you just entered. All the fluctuations of the magic weapon and any communication signals on your body will be isolated by this house, and you will not be able to connect to the outside world at all."
"Eh? Is there still such an operation?" The Dharma King once again expressed a look of astonishment. Ever since he came to the Wang family villa, His Holiness felt like a little fool, and he would be frightened from time to time.
The Karmapa carefully checked his mobile phone and found that his mobile phone signal was blocked. No wonder there were no calls coming in from the beginning...
"I just forgot to ask Sheep to help set it up for you. If you come here next time, you won't be marked." Lord Throwing Lei looked at the Dharma King and said.
"What about the true king?" Dharma King asked.
Lord Throwing Thunder said: "I am a frequent visitor, so I have set it up a long time ago."
As he said this, the Dharma King had already discovered that half of the body of Grenade-Throwing Lord was already lying on Ling Zhenren's bed. He was completely paralyzed. Moreover, his elbow even pressed a little bit against Jingke who was beside the pillow... But Jingke was actually not at all. Don't care! Not even a little fluctuation!
The Dharma King was speechless for a while, this was more than just familiar... this was already thoroughly cooked!
This is Ling Zhenren's bed, Ling Zhenren's pillow, and Ling Zhenren's sword...
Even if he did it a hundred times, the Dharma King felt that he would not have the courage to lie down on Ling Zhenren's bed so leisurely and openly.
His Holiness glanced deeply at Wang Ling's soft single bed and swallowed unconsciously.
If we look at it from another perspective, if one day I can lie on Ling Zhenren's bed like Lord Throwing Thunder...does that mean that my relationship with Ling Zhenren will be further improved
(End of chapter)