Abandoned Master's Cultivation

No wonder Gao Song is a venerable man, but his strength is relatively general. Jiang Wuchen didn't encounter much difficulty when he fought with him. Even though there is a gap in attribute restraint and realm, the gap should not be so large. It turned out that he was poisoned.

Using toxins to control a venerable person is probably one of the few ways to control a venerable person.

"Is the king in your mouth Wang Luming?"

"Exactly."

"What does he want Murong Xue to do?"

"I don't know. I'm only responsible for doing things and never ask much. Please forgive me..." Gao Song begged for mercy.

A sneer flashed across Jiang Wuchen's face. "Do you think I can spare you?" he pinched Gao Song's neck and moved wrongly.

With a click, Gao Song's neck suddenly broke.

Gao Song's neck was cut off in an instant by a powerful force like a knife.

"Poof." Gao Song gushed blood and died on the spot.

The remaining four people on the scene were stunned, stood up and retreated one after another.

Li Dongguo, the leader, was barely able to keep calm. The rest were a little flustered. Someone took out his mobile phone and quietly made a call, ready to call someone.

Jiang Wuchen noticed this and rushed over with an arrow step. He slapped the man directly on the ground.

"Surrender, surrender, don't do it." the remaining two raised their hands and compromised with Jiang Wuchen, "tell me your conditions. How much do you want, 100 million, 10 billion! 10 billion!! as long as you don't kill us, you can give you as much as you want, as long as you dare to speak."

Jiang Wuchen, with an indifferent smile on his face, walked to the position of Li Dongguo just now, opened his chair and sat down, staring at Li Dongguo with knife like eyes.

Li Dongguo's hair was seen. He had never seen such cold eyes. The cold feeling came from his heart, like from hell. After seeing it, his legs were soft.

"Li Fei..." Jiang Wuchen called softly in a hoarse voice.

Li Dongguo trembled with fear. No one had shouted this name for at least ten years. His brain was spinning rapidly. This enemy came from Haichuan ten years ago.

But ten years ago, he just killed his big brother, and there was no greater hatred than this.

Outside the meeting room, Youwu and Xiaocui broke in.

When Li Dongguo saw you Wu, he immediately understood, with a touch of self mockery and regret on his face, "I thought I was hard enough, but... I found it too soft.

I thought I had vicious eyes. I must have no problem identifying the right person. As a result, I still saw the wrong person. "

You Wu gritted his teeth and came with a cello. "Master Jiang, can you give me five minutes..."

Five minutes is no problem. In fact, Shangjiang Wuchen didn't want to kill Li Dongguo immediately. He was very interested in the conversation just now.

He has pills, and the channel is right in front of him. Why don't you do it yourself? Jiang Wuchen doesn't want to be a Bethune man, but he doesn't want to be a businessman full of copper smell.

He was reborn again. Although he had hatred in his heart, he was not dazzled by hatred. If he could save ordinary people with his meager strength, he could also accumulate merit and virtue, why not?

Merit value is something that people who have never experienced in the underworld will never understand. When this value reaches a certain level, even the hell of the ten halls and the five underworld emperors will tremble.

Unfortunately, no one in the world has reached a frightening commanding height.

At present, Jiang Wuchen has the opportunity to break his merit value to a terrible level. He decides to try. When this value reaches, what will he get from the underworld

Looking at you Wu's eager eyes, Jiang Wuchen nodded slightly. Five minutes, it was the time of a song.

You Wu took a cello, opened a chair and sat down. He took a breath. "Between heaven and earth, you are brave and drunk with you." he gently pulled the string, and a low voice came, like crying, just for a moment, which brought people to the sad sound of the piano.

With the sound of the faint zither, you Wu's face was more bleak, and his low and hoarse voice gently opened with the rhythm: "the cold cicadas are sad. It's late for the Changting, and the shower stops at the beginning.

There was no thread to drink in the capital tent. Lan Zhou urged him to leave. He held his hand and looked at each other with tears, but there was no language to condense and choke.

Read to go, thousands of miles of smoke, the evening mist is heavy and the sky is wide.

Sentimental since ancient times, hurt parting, more worthy of the cold autumn festival.

Where can I wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the moon.

This past few years, it should be a good time and a good scenery in vain. Even if there are thousands of customs, who do you talk to... "

This is a poem from Liu Yong. It tells the scene of men and women parting. With the sound of cello, you Wu recites it. It has a different feeling of separation.

"You left this rain bell movement. I'll play it today. It's hard to find a bosom friend. You I have three bosom friends in my life,