Master Mixer [Rebirth]

Here Lu Ming was thinking, and suddenly a burst of anger came from outside the door. Immediately afterwards, the door was suddenly kicked open. The wooden door, which was not very strong, hit the ground with a loud noise, raising countless dust on the ground.

The girl stiffened, her legs trembled, and she stood up from the wooden stool with trembling, and looked at the door in horror.

When she saw the incoming person clearly, the girl's face suddenly turned pale, her lips trembled a little, and she was obviously greatly frightened. She reluctantly pulled out a smile, and stammered towards the opposite person: "Second, second master, why are you here?"

Lu Ming also raised his eyes and looked towards the door, only to see three teenagers in ancient costumes, about thirteen or fourteen years old, standing in a row, looking at them maliciously at this moment. The leader was a round-faced teenager in a blue garb, but at the moment he was full of anger, smiled coldly in the direction where the two were, with arrogant and disdainful eyes.

The young man in Chinese clothes walked up quickly, snatched the white steamed bun from Luming's hand, threw it on the ground, and lifted his foot fiercely only a few times, then the female side spoke to the girl: "Fu Shu , You unexpectedly came to bring food for this **** again, I think you are tired of living today."

After that, the Huafu teenager stretched out his hand, and the two teenagers behind him quickly rushed out. In a flash, they came to the girl who was called Fushu, stretched out his hand and dragged her hair back.

Fu Shu was caught off guard, his body fell heavily to the ground while being pulled, and his hair was also pulled apart. The intense pain made her scream, tears falling down her cheeks, crying and begging for mercy: "Second Young Master, Fu Shu will never dare anymore, please let me go!"

The young man in Huafu snorted and said coldly: "This sick Yangzi has long been a useless person, and you still miss him all the time, but you are very infatuated."

Lu Ming's eyes were cold, and he supported the edge of the bed with one hand, trying to get up to save the girl, but he was helpless but lacking strength. Although he could barely get up from the bed, his eyes turned black. The whiplash all over his body was severely torn at this moment, and the pain hit instantly, making Lu Ming couldn't help groaning, and an abnormal blush was also raised on his cheeks.

Lu Mingqiang supported his shaky body, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Let go of her."

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young man in the costume, and after a long time he sneered: "I never see you begging for this **** on weekdays. It's strange today."

As soon as the Huafu boy spoke, he immediately turned his head and ordered to the two boys: "Drag her out for me, and wake up her mind."

The two teenagers nodded, then dragged Fu Shu out, and a long mark was immediately dragged on the ground. When Fu Shu was just struggling, his forehead hit the ground and was scratched, blood flowed down his cheeks, mixed with tears, looking pitiful and terrible.

But the young man in Chinese clothes was not moved at all. Instead, he glanced at her in disgust, and said, "Go get a bucket of water."

Lu Ming's heart suddenly twitched, and suddenly a bad premonition surged into his heart.

He hurriedly chased him out with a vain pace. As expected, after the Huafu boy ordered someone to draw water from the well, he asked someone to force Fu Shu's head into the water, ignoring Fu Shu's struggle. Screaming and wailing, until she was about to die, she pulled her hair out of the bucket again, over and over again, over and over again.

Lu Ming was made anxious and angry by the cruel scene in front of him. He ran forward to stop everything, but his legs became weak and his eyes became dark. He could no longer hold up his weak body, and had to fall awkwardly and viciously. Fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the young man in Chinese clothes raised his head and laughed. "Look, this is the rare genius refiner in our He family for a century!"

A young man next to him disdainfully said: "What genius refiner, the spiritual roots are now destroyed, I am afraid that even ordinary people can't beat them, let alone refining artifacts. This kind of waste is still living in the world. It is simply a shame for our entire He family."

The young man in Chinese clothes snorted coldly, walked forward, stomped on the back of his hand, squatted down to come to Luming's ear, smiled in a low voice, some of his immature cheeks are very incompatible with his age. Ruthless and ruthless.

He said viciously: "He Qingci, look at your present look, it's not as good as a dog. The original genius of cultivation of immortals suddenly fell into the abyss overnight, how does it feel?"

Lu Ming was sweating profusely by the pain from the back of his hand, so he bit his lip, swallowing the painful groan in his mouth, and a thin sweat burst out of his forehead.

Lu Ming struggled to withdraw the back of his hand, but the boy stepped on it so hard that he couldn't move at all. He clenched his fist and turned his face to one side, and suddenly glanced at the ground not far from him, where there was a thin piece of iron.

Lu Ming's heart was crossed, and he stretched out his other hand, quickly grabbed the piece of iron, leaned forward and used all his strength to bite the boy’s ear, screaming and struggling while he was in pain. When he got up, he hurriedly got up and pressed the iron piece against the juvenile carotid artery.

The young man in Huafu was frightened and angry. He stretched out his hand to cover his bleeding ear, yelling with pain, and roared: "He Qingci! You are so bold! Let me go!"

Lu Ming sneered coldly, lightly scratched the iron piece on his neck, and said: "Let her go, otherwise this piece of iron will cut your throat immediately."

The Chinese clothing boy gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want to live anymore? My mother will never make you feel better if she knows!"

The corner of Lu Ming's mouth twitched, but his eyes were fierce: "It's okay, one life for another. If you are willing to accept your life, I would be willing to accompany you."

Hearing this, the young man in Huafu had to glance at him angrily, turned his head and said to several bewildered young people: "Let her go first."

The few people didn't dare not listen, and hurriedly let go of Fu Shu, who had been tortured and fainted, and stood on the ground looking at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

Lu Ming said, "Let them take off their clothes, throw them all into the well, and get out."

The Chinese-clothed boy was suppressed by Lu Ming, for fear that he would cut his throat when he was excited, he had to swallow his breath and obey Lu Ming's instructions, and ordered the people to take off their clothes and throw them into the well. Lu Ming said coldly to the boy: "What are you still doing in a daze? The same goes for you."

The young man in Huafu looked at Lu Ming in disbelief, and his eyes were even more angry: "Dare you!"