In the dimly lit living room, Chen Wan sat in a panic, his heart seemed to be suspended above the abyss, whether he could fall or not go up, the despair of imminent destruction made him almost lose the ability to think. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On his face, he no longer had the confidence that he had before when everything was under control, and he could support it with one hand even if the sky fell apart, and he became confused. The whole person was lying on the leather sofa, as if he had lost all his strength.

He breathed deeply, as if he hoped that he could rely on this action to remind him of his existence, or to change the cold iron reality of his moment.

Once upon a time, such a deep breath could trigger a small tide of aura. A large amount of spiritual energy will be attracted by such an action, and it will be inhaled into his body, wandering in the meridians, refined, and finally becoming his own spiritual power. In other words, he can gather these auras and condense them into a spell.

But now, none of this is possible.

The aura in the air still exists, and the spiritual power in his body still exists, but he just can't mobilize it at all.

Breathing deeply, the warm air was inhaled deep into the lungs, but when the warm air entered the nostrils, it seemed to suddenly become as hard and cold as ice cubes, and every blow made his lungs burn and ache.

Why?

Why is this happening? Am I doing something wrong?

He asked himself for the thousandth time, asked the sky, and asked about the ethereal and unpredictable fate.

Beside him, Zhou Weisheng sat with a blue face, as if he had lost the strength to speak.

But although he didn't speak, through the dim light, Chen Wan saw that Zhou Dashao's eyes were so dark and deep.

Soon after the last time I saw this look, the guy who had offended Zhou Dashao and didn't know what to do completely disappeared from this world, and he has not been heard from since.

This time......

Who will be Chow Tai Shao's target?

Yourself?

Chen Wan knows Zhou Dashao's temper very well, he can't rub sand in his eyes, he looks usually atmospheric and resolute, but once he is disobeyed, he will explode, and he will never be half soft.

But it doesn't matter, if Chen Wan was still worried a moment ago, but now, he doesn't care at all.

If you lose your own strength, what's the point of living? Then destroy it, then destroy it together with the world around you, this noble and high-ranking Zhou Dashao!

Chen Wan's face showed a crazy smile, and his eyes blinked nervously.

"Mr. Chen, what are you saying is okay? What can we do about the surname Yang you said? You said that the rules of the metaphysical world are there, and the person surnamed Yang doesn't dare to mess around, but now, how do you explain it?"

Zhou Weisheng's cold voice came, stopping in Chen Wan's ears, as if it came from a distant horizon, so unreal, so ridiculous.

He suddenly wanted to laugh.

However, he still held back, and just said lightly: "The rules of the metaphysical world are used to protect ordinary people. But the exception is when ordinary people die on their own. You sell things to people, and they have already given money, but they don't want to give things to them at all, do you think this makes sense in the metaphysical world?"

Zhou Weisheng's face turned red all of a sudden, and he shouted angrily: "Mr. Chen, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, isn't that true?"

"Mr. Chen, remember which side you should stand on! Don't forget, every year you don't receive any less offerings from my Zhou family!" Zhou Weisheng took a deep breath, held back his anger, and said word by word.

Now he still has to rely on this bastard, otherwise, with his Zhou Dashao's temper, how can he allow this person to do this?

"Don't worry, take people's money and eliminate disasters for others, I still understand this truth. Chen Wan said lazily, then stood up, looked back at the palatial living room full of European court style, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Looking at the luxurious and restrained furnishings around him, the faintly visible gold and gemstone inlays, the finest wool felts and carpets from the Middle East, the rich colors and deep artistic atmosphere, all once fascinated and yearned for him.

But now, in his eyes, all this is no different from a pile of broken tiles.

He laughed miserably and said in a long voice: "Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others." I, Chen Wan, will do my best. However, Zhou Dashao, you'd better get things ready, but not every monk in the metaphysical world will be like me, wagging his tail and begging for mercy on the rich and noble!"

After saying that, he didn't look back, and walked away.

"Bang!"

Zhou Weisheng slammed his fist on the coffee table. The fist was cut by the edge of the coffee table, and blood flowed out, and it hurt in the heart. But he still clenched his fists tightly, and the pain that pierced his heart pierced deep into his heart, only making him clench his fists more and more.

Remember, remember, remember this moment, remember this moment of pain!

Yang Chen, one day, I will repay all the humiliation of today!

At this time, the door behind the living room was opened, and Wang Meimei walked in in a hazy sleepy nightgown: "Brother Zhou, why don't you sleep yet?"

Then she reacted and wondered, "Hey, why is the light so dim?"

As she spoke, she walked to the wall with the switch, and stretched out her hand to turn on the lights a few more, only to hear Zhou Weisheng shout in a deep voice: "Don't turn on the lights!"

"Hiss......" Wang Meimei was so frightened by Zhou Weisheng's voice that she gasped, and hurriedly withdrew her hand back: "Ouch, scare me." What's wrong with Brother Zhou?

Zhou Weisheng's voice seemed to carry a chill from hell: "Yang Chen is here." ”

"It's coming, it's coming......" Wang Meimei replied indifferently, suddenly understood, and exclaimed: "Yang Chen's kid is here?"

Zhou Weisheng nodded slowly.

"That'...... Then let's ......" Wang Meimei is a little masterless, like a drowning person grasping the last straw, looking at Zhou Weisheng, who he regards as his greatest support: "Brother Zhou, what should we do?"

"Give it to him!"

Zhou Weisheng's words were very slow, but Wang Meimei screamed loudly as if she had heard a thunderbolt in the clear sky: "No!

"Shut up!"

"No!no!," Wang Meimei cried out hoarsely, waving her hands hysterically, like a madman.

Zhou Weisheng stepped forward and slapped high.

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, and the whole living room fell silent.

Wang Meimei covered her face vigorously and looked at Zhou Weisheng with dull eyes.

In the eyes of the other party, there was a raging flame lurking, looking at her eyes fiercely, and said word by word: "Give him something, you have no choice!"

After a pause, Zhou Weisheng continued: "Neither do I!"

Wang Meimei's tears flowed out at this time, and the living room was full of sadness, and she asked with a crying voice: "Why?

"Because, we are too weak!small!" Zhou Weisheng's gaze was cast outside the villa, and his whole body was gloomy and fierce. It's like a wolf abandoned by the tribe, gritting his teeth in the barren prairie, facing the lion who took away the only food he has to eat, and the whole person is only ferocious.

"Plop ......"

Wang Meimei sat down on the ground and couldn't say a word.

"Meimei, remember, remember the shame of this moment. One day......" Zhou Weisheng didn't care if the floor was clean or not, he sat next to Wang Meimei, and after making this action that he would never do before, he hugged Wang Meimei: "Meimei, one day ......"

"Someday......" Wang Meimei muttered unconsciously.

"Someday!" Zhou Weisheng's eyes were only left with a raging fire.

"Someday!" Wang Meimei gritted her teeth and gasped, and the corners of her mouth were bitten out of blood.

Walking in a panicked villa, Chen Wan didn't want to care about Zhou Weisheng's reaction behind him, he just walked coldly, as if he was an outsider, completely ignoring how the bodyguards in the villa were in a mess.

The bodyguards are not monks, they have no sense of aura, and of course they don't know exactly what happened, but even so, when that moment came, everyone's hearts seemed to be pressed against a big stone, heavy and breathless.

This kind of catastrophe can happen, but the panic of not knowing what is happening quickly infects all the bodyguards, even if these bodyguards are either from special forces or mercenaries. Many people have ended more than one person's life on the battlefield with their own hands, and they still can't suppress this fear.

Because they are not facing a force that human beings can compete with.

In particular, several other cultivators other than Chen Wan were only second-order and third-order, and once they found that the external aura and the spiritual power in the body could not be invoked, the general panic that could not be stopped and the sky had fallen increased the fear of these bodyguards.

"Senior Chen!Senior Chen!What happened?Why is this happening?" A third-order Zhou family worshipper rushed over, crying at Chen Wan, his face even burst into tears, and he had completely lost his self-control.

Behind him, several other worshippers also rushed forward, hoping that Chen Wan, the highest cultivator among them, could give them a little comfort in their confused hearts.

They enjoyed the wonderful taste of being a monk more than Chen Wan, and once they lost the power of a monk, it was extremely difficult for them to accept.

"Really...... Chickens and dogs!"

Chen Wan looked at everything in front of him coldly, and muttered to himself: "Why didn't I find out before, they are so useless?"

Senior Chen...... Senior Chen!"

These people were still calling, but Chen Wan no longer had any patience to entangle with them, he resolutely and irreversibly pushed these people away, came to the gate of the villa, and said loudly: "Yang Chen Daoyou, come on, I am ready." ”

Yang Chen laughed and appeared at the door of the villa, and behind him, Wang Xiancheng followed suit, like a little follower: "Chen Daoyou, don't come to harm?"