Quick Transmigration Blackening Big Brother Breeding Guide

Chapter 190 The Genius Who Was Dig Out of His Spiritual Roots (44)

Wei Ziyu took a look at him, not too stupid.

"Since you already know, I advise you to retreat in spite of difficulties and stay away from my master."

Cong Bing laughed back in anger, and said indiscriminately, "She doesn't seem to know your feelings for her."

"Miss Lou is just your master now. It is against ethics to fall in love with a master and a student. It is impossible for you to be together."

"And it is impossible for her to never have a Taoist companion by her side, even if it is not me, it will be someone else."

"If that's the case, why can't it be me?"

People as outstanding as Lou Zhuang have always had many suitors.

It's just that Lou Zhuang ignored everything, and those people retreated in the long run.

Cong Bing approached Lou Zhuang not only because of feelings, but more for the benefit of the family.

The Cong family is one of the four major families in Tianshui City, and it can be placed in the Nanze Continent, not even the third-class family.

The appearance of Louzhuang gave them an opportunity.

An opportunity for the Cong family to soar into the sky and become a first-class big family.

Compared with the benefits that are within easy reach, that meager joy is insignificant.

Wei Ziyu saw the ambitions and schemes in Cong Bing's eyes at a glance, and immediately threw a wave of spiritual power over him.

His pupils became dark red, looking treacherous and menacing: "Who gave you the guts to covet her and plot against her?"

He held it in the palm of his hand, he was willing to let go of his body to act like a coquettish fool, someone who was afraid of frightening even expressing his heart, Cong Bing actually had such disgusting thoughts towards her.

Using spiritual power as a blade, he hit the bed heavily, and if Cong Bing hadn't been able to dodge quickly, he would have been cut in half.

The two maids who had never practiced before had never seen such a scene before, their legs softened and they knelt down on the ground, screaming loudly in fright.

Wei Ziyu got up slowly, the moon-white robe was windless, and there was an evil spirit in the tyranny of the whole person.

"Do you still dare to hide?" He chuckled and licked his lower lip, "If you hide again, you won't be the only one who died."

While speaking, the black iron sword appeared in Wei Ziyu's hand.

The ice-blue spiritual power wrapped around the sword body, condensed into an ice dragon, and went straight to Cong Bing.

Wei Ziyu had a smile on his lips, enjoying the scene where Cong Bing was hit by the ice dragon and instantly wrapped in ice with a relaxed expression.

The two servant girls couldn't bear the fright and fainted on the spot.

Lightly brushing his wide sleeves with his long fingers, Wei Ziyu was thinking about whether to go one step further and let Cong Bing disappear into the world, when a loud shout came from behind him.

"What did you do to my son?!"

Wei Ziyu recognized that it was Patriarch Cong, and turned around unhurriedly, his leisurely expression froze on his face the moment he saw Lou Zhuang.

There was no smell of blood in the air, but the destruction around them was enough to prove that there had been a confrontation here.

In other words, it was a one-sided crush.

Wei Ziyu's throat was a little dry, and the hand holding the sword suddenly let go, and the black iron sword fell to the ground with a "bang".

He opened his mouth and heard his own voice: "Master, Master."

Patriarch Cong looked at Cong Bing who was sealed in the ice, and his blood rushed straight to the sky.

Holding the door frame with one hand, he pointed at Wei Ziyu tremblingly: "How dare you, Zhuzi?"

Lou Zhuang had long since lost her initial surprise, and asked calmly, "What happened to him?"

Patriarch Cong looked at Lou Zhuang in disbelief, suppressing his anger: "It's clearly my son who was hurt, Elder Lou, you are too biased."

Lou Zhuang said solemnly: "My apprentice has always been obedient and obedient, it must be your son who provoked first, and my apprentice will only attack when he can't bear it."

Patriarch Cong's pupil quakes: "You guys"

(End of this chapter)