Jing Ning was stunned for a moment.

What happened next didn't give him a chance to answer at all.

The old man said expressionlessly: "Search this inn, search his house, and handcuff him." ”

Between the lightning and flint, a fierce blow hit the back of the young man's head, and a painful muffled snort sounded, and the shackles flashing with thunder, as well as the power of the formation of the talisman, stirred up in the void.

Jing Ninggao drank and tried to break free from the shackles, but was suddenly trampled to the ground.

The old man held the formation in his hand and slowly stepped forward, he looked into Jing Ning's eyes.

The soul swayed like fire.

The scarlet formation had already come to A-Ning's face.

......

......

The young man with a scar on his face sat opposite Pei Lingsu, he was carrying a wine jug, smiling, looking at the woman in front of him who was calmly drinking tea one by one, even with a hat and a veil, he could see that this woman was a rare stunner in the world, with a slender figure, if the white veil was uncovered, there would be a beautiful face with a national color inside.

He sat sideways, just in time to stop Jing Ning.

"You don't have to look at it...... Dirty eyes. The scar man said lightly: "My surname is Wu, you can call me Wu San." ”

Speaking of this, he squeezed out a weird smile, "Girl, drinking tea alone, it's so Yaxing, why don't I invite you to drink." ”

He poured a glass of wine for Pei Lingsu, pushed it in front of the other party, and said softly: "Go to the Mountain of Death, how many have you heard of this name, give face and drink the wine." ”

Behind Wu San, there was a young man's painful shout, low and hoarse.

Pei Yatou held the porcelain cup in one hand and slowly put it down.

She couldn't stand it anymore.

The divine thought drifted to Ning Yi's ears, obviously carrying anger.

"You're still waiting?"

Aning's spirit was suffering from pain.

That Mr. Zhuo, who was born in Liuli Mountain in the eastern realm, practiced the art of the divine soul, and the closer that formation was to A-Ning, the more persecution the divine soul felt.

Jing Ning witnessed the scene of that night between himself and Ning Yi.

But even so, he still didn't speak, and his spirit was extremely strict.

This teenager is tight-lipped.

In fact, Ning Yi's scabbard was already roaring, and he couldn't hold back the idea of drawing his sword...... As a sword cultivator, he could watch from the sidelines in the inn once, because it was purely Jing Ning's own trouble, and he was happy to see the young man understand what responsibility was after suffering a loss, but the current situation was different.

Jing Ning is suffering for himself.

But Ning Yi didn't take out his sword, his eyes were extremely cold, and he stood in the dark.

Every breath is a wait.

Every time he waited, he was very disappointed.

He looked at the softness

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An embarrassed man slumped at the inn counter.

He muttered to himself silently in the bottom of his heart.

If the story in that picture is true.

Then he should not draw the sword.

He wanted to wait a little longer.

He should have waited a little longer.

......

......

Jing Yue's body was covered with blood, he fell on the wooden table on the counter, his arms were weak, bent and extended, half of his cheeks were dripping with blood, and he slowly raised his head at this moment, his eyes were blank, and he looked at Mr. Zhuo.

There was no smile on Jing Yue's face.

There was a sound of smashing upstairs, and someone was holding a tablet, pacing briskly from the second floor, and said loudly: "Mr. Zhuo - this is this kid." ”

There was a commotion.

Mr. Zhuo let go of the hand that was holding Jing Ning's hair, this kid's spirit was much stronger than he imagined.

His "soul searching technique" has not yet reached the realm of those adults.

This kid, if you forcibly search for souls, it's not impossible, but soul searching will bring a huge shock to people's brains, and forcibly searching souls with your own cultivation is likely to cause a bad result...... Not only did he not find the "truth", but he also destroyed the young man's Shenhai, causing him to become an idiot, and no matter how much he asked, he couldn't get an answer.

He simply stopped forcibly oppressing the divine soul with the formation.

Mr. Zhuo snorted coldly, stood up, the crowd parted, and the spirit card was dug out of the incense jar by the helper and handed to him.

The white-robed old man narrowed his eyes, looked at the wooden tablet, and read word by word: "The tablet of Su Shuijing." ”

Six words.

Simplicity at its finest.

"The name is nice. The old man looked at the counter, the man who was lying on his stomach in silence, still did not make the slightest movement, Mr. Zhuo said expressionlessly: "It's a pity that I married a wreck, so it is not an accident to die early." ”

Jing Yue's body twitched slightly.

This sentence pierced the bottom of his heart.

The old man didn't care, sneered, and looked away.

He looked down at the young man and said, "Has your mother taught you that there are some people in this world that you can't afford to mess with?"

"You may think that if you offend and go to the mountain of death, you will be lucky enough to run away. ”

"But you don't know how big the East is and how serious this is. ”

The old man squatted down, rubbed his fingers against A-Ning's face, and said softly, "Mr. Ganlu will make your life worse than death." ”

Jing Ning's face was covered in blood, and he stared at the wooden plaque that Mr. Zhuo's fingers were clenching.

"Put my mother's tablet ...... Give me back ......."

The boy's hoarse voice was squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.

Apparently there will be no response.

The old man just analyzed on his own, completely ignoring the angry young man.

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"You can't kill him. ”

"It's even more unlikely...... Have the guts to steal something from the East......"

"So, I just want you to tell me what you see, as it is. ”

"I'll give you three breaths of time to think about it. ”

Jing Ning did not speak.

Mr. Zhuo waited for three breaths.

Waited three more breaths.

His face became ugly, blue and red, and he looked at the little fellow as if he were a dead man.

Then there was a "click" and the wooden sign made a cracking sound.

Then, there was a "bang"-

Su Shuijing's tablet exploded directly in Mr. Zhuo's hand and turned into flying debris.

In the lobby of the inn, there were gathered the Oasis Eagle Club, as well as the helpers who went to the Death Mountain, they watched this scene, and some people laughed unscrupulously, and the laughter was superimposed like a wave.

Every sharp sound was like a knife that plunged into Jing Ning's heart.

It's hard to breathe.

In the midst of this chaotic and turbulent inn, someone held his head and squatted on the ground, not daring to speak.

Some people were holding knives, laughing loudly and playfully.

In the dim, dilapidated, crumbling shadows, there was a blood-stained, short, ordinary figure, on the other side of the counter, slowly stood up, his hands propped up on the wooden tabletop, and the whole huge counter collapsed, drawing everyone's attention.

In the smoke and dust, the twelve huge wine jars behind Jing Yue shattered, and the mellow wine burst out.

When the Silver Moon Inn was established, it was listed as a non-sale of twelve wine jars, and at this moment the altar body exploded.

Twelve throwing knives swept out from Jing Yue's back.

This middle-aged man with thin clothes and an indifferent expression stood in the midst of swords and wine.

A-Ning looked confused, looking at his father at the end of the smoke.

Blood splattered, scalding, and splashed on his face.

Twelve throwing knives, in this inn, launched a brutal massacre.

(PS: Tell me what you think, this shouldn't be said in the paid chapter, I'll try to keep it as short as possible.) 1,That's all for today's update.,No matter what.,7 more that you owe to you.,Will be made up.,Believe me.,Within 2 weeks.,That's about 14 days.,It's only been 2 days now.。 2, I have reviewed the two million words I have written before, and I have noticed a lot of "flaws" in writing, and there will be a 2.2 million word summary in these days, and I will talk to you about these interesting questions, as for this chapter, please be patient and read it, it is a new way of writing, and at the same time change the "expectations" for me, don't just pursue refreshing, or fast, I hope you can participate in the whole story, an independent, enough to read the story twice. ）

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