My CEO Wife is Perfect

Xiao Chen looked up at the sky, his nostrils rushed up, and his face was expressionless, "that is to say, no discussion?"

"Yes, we have always been a spit and a nail in the worship of pyrology. We do what we say and do not change it by the will of others." Huarong is a dead duck. It is hard to talk.

"Since I don't know good or bad, what's the use of me to keep you?"

Xiao Chen sneered and kicked on Huarong's temple. He made a loud roar like thunder.

"Ah..."

Huarong's eyes immediately congested, covering his neck in disbelief, staring at Xiao Chen, with unwillingness and humiliation.

Gradually, his eyes lost their luster and became empty. His body shivered, his neck was crooked, and he died in his grave.

"This..."

Elder Wang Long was shocked.

At the moment, the little Lord is dead. How can I tell you when I go back?

No, we must take revenge for the little Lord. If we don't succeed, we will become benevolent.

Thinking of this, he stood up difficultly, while Xiao Chen did not pay attention, flew to the past, "Xiao Chen, dare to kill our little Lord, then you go down to accompany him together."

"The Arabian Nights!"

Xiao Chen curled his lips, and immediately turned around and waved out his sword.

Poop.

I can hear the scene immediately.

Wang long looked at his chest in disbelief. The cold shining Sabre was inserted there. His clothes were wet and peach blossomed.

He felt that his vitality was rapidly disappearing and his mind was in a daze. There was a tendency to die in the past. He glared at Xiao Chen and said, "boy, you are cruel."

"It's necessary. A small quantity is not a gentleman. It's not a husband."

Xiao Chen is proud of the smile, watching Wang Long elder fall back, blood spray, the scene is very sad.

The strong smell of blood diffused, and under the cover of the moonlight, it was extremely bloody.

Xiao Chen wiped the blood of the killing sword, inserted it into the scabbard again, and curled his mouth.

"His mother, pickled goods beyond his ability, dirty Laozi's killing sword."

Then, he untied the sack and carried Cheng Man'er, who was sleepy.

The body flash, disappeared without a trace, as if never appeared in general.

……

Cloud Province, huoyun mountain.

Dozens of oil lamps in the cave crackled.

Hua Tianxiong, the leader of the Zoroastrianism, paced back and forth, looking at his satellite phone with a look of annoyance.

It's a device he bought through a black market deal, and even in the mountains, it doesn't affect making calls.

"Dudu Sorry, the number you dialed can't be connected at the moment. Please try again later. "

In any case, this is the same response. What's strange is that not only Huarong's phone calls, but also Wang Long's and ten pyrotechnic elites' calls are in the same state, and no one answers.

Is it possible that

Hua Tianxiong's face congealed. He patted the table fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Chen, I hope you are wise. If you dare to kill rong'er, Lao Tzu and you will be irreconcilable."

A bad sense of premonition spread and lingered.

Hua Tianxiong called out, "come on

"What can I do for you, master?"

Suddenly, several disciples outside the cave came in. They all saluted with their fists and bowed their heads for instructions.

Hua Tianxiong's eyes with a trace of urgency, busy way, "immediately contact our friends in the river and lake in Zhonghai, let them look for the whereabouts of rong'er and others. Speed up, don't care about money, it's just something outside the body, life is more important."

"Don't worry. We'll arrange it immediately."

Those disciples took orders with their fists and walked out in a hurry without any hesitation.

About half an hour later, they came back again, sweating and pale.

"The leader is not good. The leader is not good. Our colleagues in the rivers and lakes of Zhonghai have helped us to investigate. Ten disciples are dead, elder Wang Long is dead, and so is the young master."

"What?"

Three dead words in a row hit Hua Tianxiong's bottom line, making him shake and nearly fall to the ground.

Fortunately, an elder did not fall.

Hua Tianxiong's eyes became very gloomy, gnashing his teeth and ordered, "you immediately call all the elders of the sect to come, and I will hold a pre war meeting overnight."

"Don't worry. We will inform you."

Several pyrotechnics disciples also realized the seriousness of the problem and went out in a hurry.

So many people died all at once, and even the young leader of the sect died. This aroused the strong concern of the high-level of the fire cult.

Within ten minutes, they all appeared, staring straight at Hua Tianxiong with complicated eyes.

One of the elders said cautiously, "master, please be patient. The more you protect your body at this time, the more we can't be hit by any more.""Hum."

Hua Tianxiong, however, looked sinister and angry. "You all go down and prepare for it. After an hour, you will leave for Zhonghai and fight with Xiao Chen to avenge my son."

"This..."

All the elders looked at each other and were stunned. Huarong's death was as long as they had expected. Moreover, there had been three conflicts with Xiao Chen before and after. The end of fire worship was terrible, which was the heavy loss.

In the end, the minority owner should be compensated.

It is believed that with Xiao Chen's strength, he should have laid a trap in Zhonghai, and concentrate on waiting for the fourth provocation of the Zoroastrians.

This kind of endless death makes the elders and backbones of the Zoroastrians have a negative mood. If they feel that they are going to die, they have no meaning.

An elder looked at Hua Tianxiong's face and said cautiously, "sect leader, three successive conflicts have shown Xiao Chen's strength. We should take a long-term view at this moment, instead of starting a teacher in anger. In that case, the whole army will be destroyed and the defeat will be more than the loss."

"Yes, if we don't do well, we will be completely destroyed and disappear in the long history, and become the eternal sinners of Zoroastrianism." Another elder is also persuasive.

Other people also echoed, and obviously did not approve of the plan of Cheng Tianxiong.

It is unwise to do it knowing that it is impossible to do it. It is no different from giving away one's head.

As the saying goes, better to die than to live. Who would be willing to sacrifice his life for no reason?

Hua Tianxiong looked at the opposition of the crowd and immediately drank, "you Did you just watch my son die? Not willing to avenge him? "

"It's not too late for the cult leader to take revenge on the gentleman. It's not too late for him to attack without preparation. It's better to know yourself and know the enemy and make a plan of action. It's safe to travel after you are sure that you will win." One of the elders suggested.

He is neither against nor supporting revenge for Huarong. Such a reply can only be regarded as ambiguous.