Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

He is not reconciled.I don't understand why things turned out the way they are.I accidentally learned that Zhuo Yifan had arrived in London a few days ago, and I was still complacent!Unexpectedly, this news was actually given to him by Prince Long on purpose.I was so stupid that I called him on purpose and asked him to allow me to come to London to seek revenge from Zhuo Yifan.Is this revenge?In the eyes of Prince Long, he is here to die, right?

"Zhuo Yifan, although in this life, I may not be able to seek revenge from you. But you wait for me. In the next life, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!" Zhao Zhengyang suddenly changed his gloomy expression and stared at Zhuo Yifan grinned grinningly.

"That will have to wait until your next life. In short, in this life, you won't be able to escape! But don't worry, I won't do anything to you, and someone will come to clean you up!" Zhuo Yifan said with a light smile and nodded.

"Really?" Zhao Zhengyang laughed suddenly.

"Of course. Do you think you have other options?" Zhuo Yifan nodded confidently and asked.

"Of course!" Zhao Zhengyang yelled angrily, and then he clenched his fists and slammed down hard on his temples on both sides.

Zhuo Yifan's pupils narrowed suddenly, he didn't expect Zhao Zhengyang to have the courage to seek death.Isn't the second generation ancestor of this kind of family afraid of death?

But he doesn't have time to think about it now.It was impossible for him to watch Zhao Zhengyang die in front of him.

The moment Zhao Zhengyang hit his temples with both fists, Zhuo Yifan's figure also appeared in front of him.The pair of fists came out and hit his fists heavily, ejecting most of his strength away.Although it was too late to stop it, it was impossible for Zhao Zhengyang to die!

Feeling a splitting headache, Zhao Zhengyang was filled with anger and horror.Roaring in his mouth, he waved his fist again, about to hit his head.But Zhuo Yifan was already in front of him at this time, how could he let him do whatever he wanted?

Before Zhao Zhengyang's fist landed on his head, his fists were firmly controlled by Zhuo Yifan's big hands.

"Want to die? It's not such an easy thing!" Zhuo Yifan said with a sneer.

"You...let me go. Zhuo Yifan...you're going to die, let me go quickly. Let me die..." Zhao Zhengyang stared at Zhuo Yifan with bloodshot eyes, roaring like a wild beast.

"I'm sorry, but you can't die yet. If I don't kill you, it doesn't mean you can commit suicide. There are more uses for keeping you!" Zhuo Yifan sighed helplessly, and then with a thought, he will The blood spirit thorn was summoned again.

"You... what are you going to do?" Seeing the blood spirit thorn appearing in front of him, Zhao Zhengyang's eyes showed a frightened light again, and he asked in extreme anxiety.

"In order to prevent you from committing suicide, I have to wrong you!" Zhuo Yifan explained. As soon as the words fell, Zhao Zhengyang felt sudden bursts of severe pain in his wrists and ankles.Zhuo Yifan actually cut off the meridians of his limbs, making him lose the mobility of his limbs!

Although he is a genetic warrior, his body still needs to rely on the meridians and joint muscles of various parts of his body.Although it has a strong repairing ability, it is almost impossible to repair the meridian in a short time if the meridian is cut off.He is Zhao Zhengyang, not as strong as Zhuo Yifan.More importantly, Zhuo Yifan was born while he was man-made!This is the essential difference!

"I've wronged you, but I want to do this, which is also good for you. In case you run away again, I will do more extreme things. It also saves me a lot of trouble. It is good for you and me. It's a good thing!" Zhuo Yifan sneered lightly, and then put Zhao Zhengyang, who was unable to move his limbs, directly on the grass.

"You... you'd better kill me!" Zhao Zhengyang was desperate.He roared with all his strength, almost at the top of his lungs.Although he also knew that doing so would be futile!