The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 123 The Old Ugly Monster

Didn't you mean the war?What about fighting?Doesn't it smell like blood?What about blood?
The people who came to watch the battle were still sitting on the seats, and the people from the Leng family were also fine, but more than half of them were missing. Well, the people from the Fu family and the Ling family were also gone.

Leng Wuyou blinked her eyes, came to Leng's house, first asked them if they were injured, and then used her spiritual sense to check them, and after finding out that nothing happened, she let go of the worry she had been worrying about, and then asked whether they were injured or not. what happened?

Leng Aofeng's expression was a bit strange, he still hadn't recovered from his composure until now, they were about to be wiped out, but the leader suddenly appeared, first killed those men in black vigorously, and then He got rid of the people on the side of the Fu family, and then ordered someone to clean up the ground, and then gave birth to the second child's arm, and then he dissipated the smell of blood with his sleeve, and then the blood net broke, and Xiao Qi came up.

That one, she had heard before, is the emperor of the Thirty-Three Hall. The Thirty-Three Hall is a mysterious snobbery. It has existed since the early days of Nanling Kingdom. Anything, no matter how big or small, it’s not that no one has tried to think about the Thirty-Three Palace, but in the end it ended up being ripped apart and paraded in the streets. Since then, no one has dared to provoke the Thirty-Three Palace. He has become a detached and unoffensive snobbery on the Canglan Continent.

It is said that the most mysterious thing in the Thirty-Three Halls is their emperor. This person is super powerful, ruthless, and looks like a god. Well, this is made up from his figure, because no one has ever seen his appearance. People who have seen him dare not raise their eyes to his face, and those who have seen him only see a cloud of mist.

For this point, Leng Wuyou once guessed that maybe the other party is an ugly monster, or the old-fashioned kind.

The old ugly Jun Moyuan has been standing on the high platform, and ran to Leng's house as soon as he saw the little girl, and he hasn't seen him until now, his old heart, ah, he is not old, His young and energetic heart seemed to be soaked in vinegar, and he gritted his teeth so sorely that he wanted to yell, girl, look at me, look at me!

Feeling the grievances from his own emperor, Yingying's eyeballs were about to pop out, he turned to Anye, who was standing beside him like a benchmark, and passed his eyes over, "Anye, this is our family. Master!"

The dark night like a benchmark was motionless, the face under the black cloth, um, it was a zombie face, without any expression, the eyes rolled to glance at the shadow, and then turned back again.

"If you want to go to the third floor, I don't mind telling the master what you just said."

After reading An Ye's eyes, Ying Ying shuddered. The negative third floor is where the criminal law department of the Thirty-Three Hall and the death training ground are located. The reason why it is called the death training ground is because people will really die. The nightmare of everyone in the Thirteenth Hall is not because they are afraid of death, but because the training is too brutal, too morally depraved, too fucking inhuman, the simplest first game, training endurance, you stand over and get a hundred and eighty tickle worms Put it on your body, you are not allowed to use spiritual power, you are not allowed to catch it, and you can’t scratch the itchy place. You can only endure it. The itchy bug crawls on the skin, into the blood vessels, and into the bone marrow. Although it is not harmful to the body, But the itch, the itch penetrates the bone marrow, the itch penetrates the heart, it will really make you crazy from itching.

Thinking of the feeling of experiencing the death training ground when he first entered the Thirty-Three Palace, Ying Ying's scalp felt numb.

No, it's enough to experience that feeling once, and it's better to let him die again.

In order not to lose the third floor, An Ying suppressed the little flame of gossip in her heart, and worked hard to serve as a benchmark with An Ye.

But he really wanted to know what was going on with his master. He took them to watch a big competition for no reason, rescued people out of nowhere, dealt with the scene, and cleaned up. His master was not kind. Did the person take the wrong medicine?
When Leng Wuyou first heard that the second uncle had broken a forearm, his heart tightened, and then he heard that it was healed by the Emperor of the Thirty-Three Hall. He was relieved, but also a little surprised. After all, such a person who can dismantle other people's bones and skin them is the kind of person who ignores life no matter how you look at it. Such a person saves people, just kidding!
Anyway, Leng Wuyou didn't believe it, she would rather believe that this emperor was idle and bored, just happened to encounter this matter, and did it casually, just for fun.

However, no matter what the reason was, he saved the members of the Leng family and even saved the second uncle's arm. No matter what, he owed him a favor, and maybe he didn't care about this favor.

Jun Moyuan: No, I'm very rare, really!

It just so happened that this person hadn't left yet, so Leng Wuyou still wanted to thank him, and by the way, figured out how to repay the favor.

But when she raised her head, she was stunned.

(End of this chapter)