Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 899 How can I still be that lonely boy back then?
Sikong Chen raised his eyebrows.

His figure flew away strangely. Although he avoided the heart in time, his arm was pierced by the iron rod!
He landed, pulled out the somewhat rusty iron braze, and threw it on the ground casually.

A blood hole appeared in the arm.

The blood gushing out stained the white clothes red.

However, compared to him, Xiao Tingchen was much miserable.

Sikong Chen's palm was almost unreserved, his internal organs seemed to be shattered, and three ribs were directly broken!

It hit the ground again, and he could feel his body screaming uncontrollably!

There was hostility in Taohua's eyes, he was panting, and struggled to get up, barely able to sit on the ground.

Sikongchen walked up to him step by step, with a little more appreciation on his gentle face, "Dare to use yourself as a bait, lure me to give you that palm, and then use a killer move on me when I'm close, put it to death and come back to life , very good, like my student."

He knelt down on one knee in front of him, looked at his injuries, and said with a smile: "If you can live a few more years, you will definitely grow into an emperor who is trembling all over the world. It's a pity that tonight will eventually be buried in my heart." Got it."

Xiao Tingchen smiled lowly.

He knew he was badly hurt.

Even if there is a miracle to kill Sikong Chen tonight, he may not be able to live until tomorrow morning.

but……

Looking past the slight injury on Sikong Chen's arm, he was still a little sad.

Is the gap between him and the teacher that big?
He took a thin pipe from his pocket.

The chimney pipe of red sandalwood carved with gold flowers is only the size of a palm.

He lit the pipe familiarly, took two deep breaths, and a slight smile appeared on his enchanting and handsome face, "The teacher taught me before that there is no absolute strength in this world. The strong may not have the last laugh, and neither may the weak." No chance of climbing up."

He has fair skin.

The knuckles of the fingers are clearly defined and extremely beautiful, against the thin blue smoke, it is a romantic beauty of its own.

"I believed in my teacher's words when I was young. From a wealthy and bastard who had nothing, I went step by step, step by step, to today... Everything I have is all thanks to these fists. I know how to be stronger than anyone else." Weak rules of the game, but also more self-motivated than anyone else."

The night wind blows away a cage of smoke, and his face gradually becomes clear.

Sikong Chen stared at him.

It was a young, handsome, determined, fierce, domineering face.

There was an invincible sharpness in his eyes, as if he still refused to give up.

He smiled benevolently, "I seem to have taught you that in the face of the absolute disparity in strength, all the tricks of the weak are just a useless laughing stock. Huai Jin, you lost."

The moment Sikongchen made his move, the thin red sandalwood pipe suddenly fell down.

A sharp cold iron cone appeared in Xiao Tingchen's hand, and he stabbed at Sikong Chen's left eye without hesitation!

Sikong Chen smiled and held his wrist.

There was tenderness hidden in the old eyes, he stared at Xiao Tingchen, as if staring at an ignorant child, "I'm not Yan Qiansui from the Cao Gang, your trick is useless—"

The moment the words landed, a terrifying force suddenly struck from behind!

Sikongchen was forced to abandon Xiao Tingchen, quickly fled several feet away, and met this surprise attack in a hurry.

Xiao Tingchen's face was pale, even if he was sitting on the ground, he was still a little shaky.

He reluctantly raised his head, Yuan Sheng was fighting Sikong Chen inseparably.

He picked up the cold iron awl to play with, with deep dimples still showing a naughty look, "Teacher, you are not Yan Qiansui from the Cao Gang, so why am I still the lonely and brave boy back then?"

Back then, he had no friends or helpers, so he could only grab what he wanted by himself.

Being severely injured by Yan Qiansui, he could only get up desperately and continue beating.

Because he knows, he can't fall down.

Once it falls, it is equivalent to death.

But today is different...

Tao Huayan looked around, these people were all his friends, he no longer needed to be lonely and put all his eggs in one basket.

The fingertips caressed Mo Yu's finger unconsciously.

At such a moment, I really want, I really want that girl to be by my side...

"Fuck, Xiao Huaijin, you fucking cheer me up, I can't hold it anymore!"

Yuan Sheng's shout suddenly came from mid-air, as if he was also tainted with crying.

Obviously, he is not Sikong Chen's opponent either.

And not long after he finished shouting, he was severely beaten to the ground by Sikong Chen!
Sikongchen frowned, looked at the two brothers, and finally walked towards Yuan Sheng first.

Get rid of those who are in the way first, and then consider the matter of alchemy.

Xiao Tingchen could not sit idly by.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, forced himself to stand up, and wobbled up the rusty iron chisel.

However, more than a dozen figures landed beside him.

They knelt down on one knee towards Xiao Tingchen.

The tomb of the girl in black held two knives and presented them to Xiao Tingchen silently and respectfully.

Xiao Tingchen raised his eyebrows.

The leaders of these Tianshu didn't move at all, as if they were telling him with their actions, who are their loyal people now!

Xiao Tingchen slowly picked up the saber.

The surrounding fields are silent, only the hunting sound of men's robes being blown by the long wind.

In the next instant, betrayal and slaughter were unsheathed at the same time!
The man's voice was deep: "Everyone...follow me, let's go!"

Everyone present almost got their eyes wet at the same time.

That man, dressed in a frosty white robe that was stained scarlet with blood, was dignified and dignified, carrying an indomitable domineering and imposing manner, attacking Sikong Chen with murderous intent!
Behind him, Tianshu's hidden guards are like arrows flying off the string!
Sikongchen laughed out loud, and fought Xiao Tingchen again!

Yuan Sheng got a chance to breathe, brandished his weapon, and teamed up with Xiao Tingchen to deal with Sikong Chen.

The secret guards loyal to Sikong Chen appeared one after another, fighting bloody battles with Tianshu's secret guards.

Sikong Chen is really too strong...

The old man spanning three dynasties is as powerful as a monster, even in the face of the combination of Xiao Tingchen and Yuan Sheng, he will not lose the slightest bit!

Tianshu's hidden guards were defeated one after another.

Mo Shisan was seriously injured and fell to the ground. Su Runmo blocked the fatal blow for Xie Rongjing, causing himself to be seriously injured and barely able to get up.

Xie Rongjing's eyes turned red, and he propped up his body like crazy to entangle and fight with those six strange figures.

Hua Yueji's Yaoqin was broken, Hua Chaojiu didn't seem to want to kill her, but she was not allowed to help others either.

The bright moon disappears, and the surrounding fields are dark.

Dawn has not yet come, and perhaps never will.

The girl in the prison car was still hugging her knees in horror.

She was too scared, and the prison car that was almost torn apart did not give her the slightest sense of security.

Su Runmo, who was on his last breath, struggled to lean against the outside of the prison car.

He glanced at the girl, and his pupils moved slightly.

As if he was afraid of scaring her, he said softly, "Do you like that man who fought?"

The girl looked at Xie Rongjing in fear.

Her eyes lit up, and her voice was soft: "I like... I like it..."

(End of this chapter)