Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 117 The Never-Ending Golden Eyes (Second Update)

Chu Zihang found that the closer to the building where Lu Mingfei lived, the denser the guard posts of the men in black became.

All kinds of signs have shown that.

The target of these men in black is his junior.

Chu Zihang changed from carrying the ball bag to holding it.

Those hands are so strong and steady.

He also lowered his eyes.

Executive Minister and his mentor Schneider once commented on Chu Zihang in this way.

"The best knife embryos are aggressive, but they don't know how to restrain themselves, and they are too easy to expose."

This is Chu Zihang's shortcoming.

His murderous aura was too strong.

Like a knife without a sheath.

Blow-dry hair.

Hurt others, but also easily hurt yourself.

Chu Zihang didn't care about hurting himself.

He just wanted not to scare his junior.

He didn't lie to Susie either.

Chu Zihang firmly believed in Lu Mingfei's future.

But today's S-Class is just a kid.

And him, Chu Zihang knew what he was.

The golden pupil that never goes out.

Ah.

Since going down that road.

He can no longer turn back.

There is no return.

There is life and death.

That's all.

Only then can it be released, the heart of the lion.

When I went upstairs, there was an old man sitting at the table under the tree, playing chess there.

Chu Zihang passed by, but the lively chess game was completely silent.

When he went upstairs, the old people just started talking with each other.

"This is the number one!"

"Tsk tsk, it's amazing."

"I see why this young man is so creepy!"

"What do you know!"

The old man who looked like a Maitreya smiled and shook his cattail fan.

"Let me tell you," this young man is also a good man.

A few old men next to him laughed and leaned forward.

"Good man, good man, just listen to what you say about good man all day long!"

"I didn't say that, it's been so old, you have to use your ID card to rent a house, what's the use of relying on your eyes!"

"Let's not care about anything else, just this one, the one on the third floor, there's something wrong with me no matter how I see it."

An old man lowered his voice, pretending to be serious.

"Over there, do you see that, with black clothes and black glasses, you don't look like a good person at first glance."

"I see, it's for the young man on the third floor."

"Just now I went up by reading the electric meter."

"Guess what."

Several old men are interested.

"what's the matter

"Hey, it's on the third floor, at the door of the young man. There are two black clothes standing on the left and right. Those muscular ones are scary."

"Go! Go! Go."

The uncle waved his cattail fan like chasing flies.

"My house, I can rent whoever I like, if you want you to talk too much."

"You stubborn!"

The old man who read the meter laughed and cursed.

"It's an old saying, good words are hard to persuade, damn ghost!"

Xu had been talking for a long time, the man picked up a bottle of mineral water and drank it happily.

This water was bought by his daughter's distressed father, who said it was convenient. The old man muttered that the thermos cup was very good, and when he went out, he carried a screen of mineral water. Let him bring it out, the child is older and has his own opinions.

"Let's talk about it first."

The uncle is setting out the cattail fan.

"You have to keep this empty bottle for me later."

"Heh, I'll give you that..."

Halfway through the conversation, the glass windows in the corridor on the third floor suddenly exploded.

The crumbs fell to the ground.

Fortunately, it was far away from them, and there were no pedestrians in broad daylight, so there was no accident.

Several old men stared blankly at the broken window.

A figure can still be vaguely seen flashing by.

"That's it too, good man?"

"Maybe..."

The uncle said uncertainly.

"It's a wild cat."

The old man mentioned the pair of black clothes standing at the door on the third floor.

At this moment, one was already lying on the ground.

The other one was not much better either, Chu Zihang cut his hands backwards and pinned him down on the stairs, unable to move.

Turn the time back 2 minutes.

Chu Zihang held the ball bag, step by step, taking no time to rush.

The two men in black have already been notified and are in a state of preparation for battle, ready to attack any enemy at any time.

Then Chu Zihang started.

One person was knocked over with a clean kick.

When it hit the ground, the ball bag flew away, and the object in his hand was already the Yushen Sword Murasame.

The rest of the men in black wrestled with him.

Chu Zihang accidentally smashed the glass of the corridor window.

with his fist.

The pupils of the man in black shrank.

Chu Zihang withdrew his hand instantly and controlled the person.

And his fist, wrist and forearm were still stuck with pieces of broken glass.

The bulging muscles are as strong as a steel cable.

Squeezing the glass made a whining sound of cracking crackling.

There were big drops of cold sweat on the forehead of the man in black.

What the hell did he touch!
Glass is inserted into the muscle.

It's still working hard.

He just... doesn't hurt at all!
The man in black turned around desperately.

I saw the boy's stern face.

The handsome facial features are as calm as when they first met.

Visible ghost!
The boy's arm is bleeding!

Beads also fell to the ground.

Worrying.

"You're watching him."

said the boy.

"what?"

The man in black replied subconsciously.

Chu Zihang silently increased his strength.

little by little.

The glass and the man in black wailed at the same time.

The boy's expression remains the same.

"You're watching him."

The man in black felt as if his wrist was about to break.

No.

It is powder.

It's about to be crushed into powder.

Where is the energy to think about the boy's words.

Chu Zihang continued to use his strength.

The eyes were faintly lit with golden light.

Those were the special contact lenses that the equipment department was proud of, and the dazzling golden pupils that couldn't be suppressed.

"and many more."

Susie said in the headset.

"There was a call from the principal."

"catch."

The old man's familiar deep voice sounded.

With a faint smile.

The man in black felt the force on his wrist lighten.

he heard the boy say.

"Ah."

"Yes."

"I know."

"it is good."

Finally, the boy said something.

"Goodbye, principal."

The man in black was filled with enormous absurdity.

What did he hear?
headmaster!

Don't tell him, this guy is still a student.

Which school did you come from?
Killer University!

Ended the call.

Chu Zihang let go of the man in black.

"terribly sorry."

He even apologized.

The Man in Black Escaping
I think I might be hallucinating.

Apologize?

Just this devilish boy?

What a joke!
But looking again, it is true that this person is not wrong.

The boy nodded slightly at him, then picked up the ball bag and took out the medical bandage alcohol sponge.

Chu Zihang pulled out the broken glass piece by piece. His calm and steady movements didn’t seem like he was treating a wound at all. Instead, he looked down and played Beethoven’s piano music in a golden hall, elegant and full of charm. .

After taking out the large pieces, there were more residues that needed professional equipment to deal with, Chu Zihang didn't care, he turned on the alcohol, poured it boldly, and rinsed the wound.

The ancients had the cruel punishment of sprinkling salt into the wound.

The pain caused by alcohol is completely comparable.

Chu Zihang is like a seasoned takoyaki master in Hokkaido.

Roll the injured arm back and forth to allow the alcohol to fully rinse.

Finally wrap the gauze thinly.

He puts his clothes back on.

And carefully arrange the alcohol gauze.

He nodded to the man in black who had been dumbfounded for a long time.

Ben opened the door, but stopped when he was about to enter the house.

"Want to help?"

He gestured to the purple wrist of the man in black, and said coldly.

The man in black's first reaction was.

Are you finally going to chop off my hands, you devil!

He quickly shook his head and squeezed out an ugly smile.

"it is good."

Chu Zihang walked into Lu Mingfei's room.

(End of this chapter)