Frightened, Zhuo Fan clutched his chest tightly, fell on the ground in pain, and muttered: "What's the matter, have I been crazy about practicing?"
Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan began to panic in his heart. If the Heavenly Demon Great Huajue got into trouble from the very beginning, and the foundation is unstable, it is not just as simple as abandoning the previous work. I'm afraid I can no longer practice in this life, and I will completely become a waste person.
However, the heartache seemed to be fleeting, and disappeared immediately.
Zhuo Fan stood up, took a deep breath, frowned deeply, touched his chest, puzzled.
However, when he stepped forward again, his heart burst out again!
"No, this is not a delusion, but... a demon!"
This time, Zhuo Fan thought of the reason, so he immediately settled down to check the source of the inner demon. For a cultivator, if the demons are left alone, then they will not be far away.
Just after a few breaths, Zhuo Fan had already found out the reason, but this reason made him feel a little awkward.
It turned out that Zhuo Fan was a loyal servant before being seized by the Demon Emperor. The Patriarch was very kind to him, so he vowed to be loyal to the Luo family forever. And before he died, the obsession in his heart was the regret of not being able to protect the Luo family well.
At this moment, the Demon Sovereign's grievances and his obsessions became one, and the Demon Sovereign captured his soul and body to be reborn again, and his obsession was equivalent to a contract with the Demon Sovereign, becoming the Demon Sovereign. Of bondage.
In other words, the Demon Sovereign was born because of him, and he must protect the Luo Family I on his behalf, otherwise he will inevitably be troubled by the demons.
"Damn, what's wrong with this kid's obsession, he just wants to be a slave to others." Zhuo Fan wanted to cry without tears, his mouth full of bitterness.
Thinking of his dignified Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan, the head of the eight emperors of the sanctuary, how could he be dragged down by a small family
However, this demon can't let it go.
When thinking of this, Zhuo Fan helplessly stroked his forehead: "Your last wish of the kid is to find someone to avenge you. It's a big deal to help you kill someone in a few years, but it happens... Oh, I've been given to you all his life. destroyed."
"Who, come out!"
Suddenly, there was an old loud shout, and Zhuo Fan suddenly felt a strong killing intent to shoot him here.
Reluctantly shook his head, Zhuo Fan sighed, and walked out with his head up.
Now that it has been discovered, the only way to go to meet the traitor Sun Guanjia...
Pulling aside the bushes of Xisi, Zhuo Fan strode forward to everyone.
Seeing that it was him, Steward Sun couldn't help but laughed, and his eyes showed contempt: "Huh, who am I? It turns out it's you little bastard."
After speaking, Steward Sun looked at Luo Yunchang again, but he didn't pay attention to him at all.
"Miss, the old slave advises you to hand over the exercises of returning to the dragon palm as soon as possible, so that no one will be killed or injured for you. I think you don't want to see such a scene."
"Fart, old man Sun, you traitor to the villa. As long as we are here, you can never hurt the young lady and the young master." The guard leader of the Luo family took a step forward and shouted loudly.
Luo Yunshang was also staring and glaring, her pretty face full of indomitable color: "Steward Sun, Huilongzhang is a spirit-level martial art passed down from generation to generation by my Luo family, and we will not give it to you even if we die."
After listening to them, Zhuo Fan let out a cold snort in disdain.
Why did he attack Luo Family when these bandits attacked Luo Family? It turned out to be just a spiritual martial skill.
On the Emperor Martial Continent, all martial arts and martial arts are divided into the fifth ranks of Heaven, Earth and Profound Spirit, and each rank is divided into elementary, intermediate, and advanced. In the sanctuary, spirit-level martial arts are everywhere, and in the eyes of his Demon Emperor, it is even more rubbish, and he has thousands of them in his hand.
Losing one's life for this kind of thing is really not worth it.
Zhuo Fan sighed helplessly, and lazily shouted: "Miss, it's just a spiritual martial skill, what's the big deal, give it to them, I will pay you another copy in a little while."
As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked, and then they all looked at him like a madman.
"Zhuo Fan, what a big tone of your voice, you just want to lose a spirit-level martial art? Why, rely on you as a domestic slave who has been in the Luo family for fifteen years? Hahaha..."
Steward Sun looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes full of mockery. The other bandits also laughed, making no secret of the ridicule in their eyes.
The guards looked at Zhuo Fan with a look of confusion. Especially those friends who are familiar with Zhuo Fan on weekdays are even more surprised.
This kid is usually quite honest. Why is he talking nonsense now? Is it because he was frightened crazy by these bandits
Well, it must be!
As a result, the eyes of all the guards looking at him turned into sympathy.
Knowing what they were thinking, Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently. At this moment, I'm afraid he said that he not only has spirit rank martial arts, but also the ancient Devil Emperor's lifelong learning, Jiuyou Secret Record, they won't believe it.
"Zhuo Fan, stop talking nonsense, don't you hurry over to take care of the young master?"
Suddenly, there was a sweet chick. Zhuo Fan turned his head to look, and saw Luo Yunchang looking at himself with an angry expression. However, deep in her eyes, Zhuo Fan could see a trace of pity.