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Chapter 76: Apologize with Broken Arm ( recommendations plus more updates!)

"You?" Zhu Hefeng smiled half-smilingly, "Honestly, you are indeed perfect, but there is just one thing that is not perfect!"

"Have you ever used the toilet? In my opinion, you are no different from the toilet that has been used by many people countless times!"

Swish!
  Hearing Zhu Hefeng commenting on himself like this, in the deepest part of Shi Guanyin's eyes, a hint of icy murderous intention flashed through.

But then, she acted as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "I also understand that I am not worthy of you."

"But I still have many outstanding disciples under my sect. If the Marquis is interested, I can give them all to you. It would also be nice to use them as your playthings."

"Haha." Zhu Hefeng smiled, very happily, "This is a good idea, but if you give your apprentice to me, are they so willing?"

Shi Guanyin said nonchalantly: "Their lives belong to me. I turned around and gave them to other men. I am still a hero like the Marquis, but I just found a good home for them."

At the end, there was only tenderness in Shi Guanyin's beautiful eyes, as if she had fallen in love with the man in front of her who could kill her at any time.

"Haha." Zhu Hefeng laughed, very happily, "It's really tempting, but it's a pity that you miscalculated one thing."

puff!

Before he finished speaking, the halberd in Zhu Hefeng's hand turned into a sharp rainbow and pierced Shi Guanyin's chest.

Dripping with blood, this madman who had been plotting his whole life and only loved himself had his heart pierced, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"Haha, being a king? What a big joke. You seem to be arrogant all day long, but you can't even show yourself at all. You are just asking for trouble."

With that said, Zhu Hefeng pulled out the halberd from Shi Guanyin's chest and said disdainfully.

Snapped!
  The divine light in Shi Guanyin's eyes gradually faded, and there was a trace of disbelief in his beautiful eyes, and he breathed his last breath.

Swish!
  Zhu Hefeng strode towards another person not far away, with the iconic smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth, but when it fell into the eyes of Wu Hua, who was seriously injured, he felt that it was a devil's smile.

Snapped!
  Wuhua's hands suddenly slapped hard on the ground, and his whole body turned into a rainbow and flew straight into the distance.

Whoosh!
  This most wonderful monk in Buddhism had extraordinary light skills. In an instant, he covered a distance of more than ten feet and set foot on the ruins. He wanted to break out of the wall and escape.

Once he leaves here, the trapped dragon will ascend to heaven!

Zhu Hefeng looked at Wuhua's leaving figure with a smile on his lips, but did not catch up.

puff!

Wuhua's footsteps clicked on the ruins, and he wanted to breathe again. However, he would never have the chance to change this breath.

Just under his feet, a black shadow suddenly flashed out, and a slender dagger stabbed out from behind Wuhua, and the sword pierced Wuhua's heart.

Blood spattered and fell on the ground.

Snapped!
  His heart was pierced, and Wuhua's heart suddenly became cold. He struggled to turn around and look behind him.

The person standing behind him was a figure he was all too familiar with. The innocent face that used to be there was now only indifference.

Once upon a time, the two daggers in his sleeves could use eight kinds of weapon moves, including acupuncture tweezers, judge pens, and water-splitting stabs, which were considered unique in the martial arts world.

But at this time, there was only a short sword exposed in his sleeve, but even a short sword, in the hands of a master like him, was enough to kill a seriously injured Wuhua. "You...you actually killed...killed me?" Wuhua looked at Nangong Ling who appeared in front of him in disbelief and struggled to say.

puff!

Nangong Ling pulled out the dagger that pierced Wuhua's heart, with a cold face, and said word for word: "Brother...Brother, I didn't want to kill you, it was you and your mother who forced me!"

After witnessing his mother and brother's ruthlessness towards him, Nangong Ling no longer had any good impressions of these so-called blood relatives.

On the contrary, there was only murderous intent left!
  Once, he thought that his mother and brother were the closest people to him in the world, but after seeing with his own eyes what they did to their loved ones, Nangong Ling was already in despair.

At this moment, he realized that blood is not important in this world, what is important is feelings!
  Sincere feelings!
  And in the past twenty years, there was only one person who really gave him this kind of affection, and that was his adoptive father who had died in his hands - Ren Ci!
  puff!

With his backhand, Nangong Ling slashed his arm that was crippled by Zhu Hefeng with a sword. The crippled arm immediately fell to the ground, blood splattered, but he didn't even grunt.

"Okay, good man!" Zhu Hefeng praised, "Is this a farewell to your past?"

Tear!

Nangong Ling tore off a piece of his own clothes, wrapped it around his broken arm, and said in a deep voice: "No, this is to apologize to my adoptive father."

As he spoke, the innocent leader of the Beggar Clan raised his head, looked at Zhu Hefeng, and said, "Master Wenyuan, are you still not going to take action?"

Zhu Hefeng smiled and asked, "Why should I do it?"

Nangong Ling said firmly: "Because I killed my foster father."

Zhu Hefeng said with a half-smile: "This is indeed a very good reason, it couldn't be better."

"But so what? You killed your own adoptive father. Do I know Ren Ci? I don't seem to know him. Is there anyone around me who owes Ren Ci a favor? It seems that he doesn't. In that case, why should I meddle in others' affairs? !”

"Haha," Nangong Ling covered his broken arm and strode outside with a burst of laughter. "Okay, the Marquis is really free and easy. I hope you and I will have a chance to meet again."

With that said, the leader of the Beggar Clan disappeared from Zhu Hefeng's eyes.

Snapped!
  Wuhua had his last breath left. Looking at Nangong Ling's leaving figure, a trace of resentment flashed through his originally gentle eyes.

“Ms. a feeling of.

Zhu Hefeng stood proudly and chuckled, "You have been hiding down there for so long, aren't you still tired?"

Bang!
  Before Zhu Hefeng finished speaking, there was a muffled sound in the ruins, and a light and soft figure appeared.

puff!

A thin lancet fell on Wuhua's neck, cutting off his head, and hot blood spattered everywhere.

In Wuhua's passing eyes, there is only the fear of facing death.

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