Ding Xuan didn't shake Zhan Shulong's hand, but said, "You invited me here today, I don't know why?" Ding Xuan knew that the purpose of his trip was to rescue Mu Lianru, but the scene at the scene was very different from the tense scene in his mind and the confrontation between the two armies. He originally thought that after he came here, he would inevitably have a fierce battle, but he didn't expect that a banquet was being held here.

As if expecting Ding Xuan not to shake hands with him, Zhan Shulong withdrew his hand without embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, come, please here." After Zhan Shulong finished speaking, he walked towards a table.

Although he didn't know what the important thing in Zhan Shulong's mouth was, Ding Xuan knew in his heart that he couldn't rush it. Now that he's here, let's take a look at what tricks Zhan Shulong is playing. Walking to a table, Zhan Shulong stood at the table, pointed to a chair and said to Ding Xuan, "Come, please take a seat." ”

As early as after Ding Xuan came in, the person most people recognized was the capable underworld overlord Ding Sect Master. Many people greeted Ding Xuan one after another, and their tone and attitude were very respectful.

However, there are also people who don't know Ding Xuan, and this person is He Ming. He is an out-and-out nouveau riche, his wealth and status have skyrocketed overnight, and he thinks that God is taking care of him, so he is inevitably a little arrogant.

"Hey, Master Zhan, you won't tell me that you invited us here today just for this little brat. That's too cheap, isn't it? If that's the case, then I'll go first, I don't have time to waste time here with you, I still have a lot of things to do. He Ming stood up disdainfully, left the table, and walked out as if no one was around.

Looking at He Ming, who didn't take himself in his eyes and repeatedly spoke wildly, a sneer flashed on Zhan Shulong's face. His face turned cold, and he said lightly to Uncle Zhen who was standing behind him, "Uncle Zhen, I'm sorry for you." ”

"Yes, young master." Uncle Zhen moved, quickly caught up with He Ming, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed He Ming's collar, and lifted He Ming up with all his strength.

As soon as He Ming was grabbed by Uncle Zhen's collar, he opened his mouth and scolded: "What are you doing, believe it or not, Lao Tzu ......" The voice stopped abruptly here, because he found that he weighed more than 200 catties and was actually lifted up, and he was immediately shocked. He didn't expect that he would be bold enough to get this kind of result. He regretted it very much now, and wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't make a sound, because the tightened collar had tightly strangled his neck, and He Ming's breathing was getting harder, and he felt that the air had gradually moved away from him.

The guests in the hall gasped. Looking at He Ming's body shape, there are two hundred pounds. And Zhan Shulong's bodyguard lifted him up with one hand, how could this not surprise them.

Ding Xuan was not too surprised when he saw this scene, this level, he can easily do it, it is not worth mentioning.

Seeing that Ding Xuan saw Uncle Zhen lifting He Ming, who was more than 200 catties with one hand, and did not show a surprised expression like others on his face, Zhan Shulong was not surprised. Because Ding Xuan was praised even by Uncle Zhen. He smiled and said to Ding Xuan: "I didn't expect this fool to be disrespectful, I'm really sorry." Then he turned his head to Uncle Zhen and said, "Break this guy who doesn't know the height of the sky, break his hands and feet, and throw it out." ”

When Uncle Zhen heard this, he let go of He Ming. As soon as He Ming was free, he immediately took a big breath of air, just took two breaths, and felt in his heart that He Ming, who could breathe so well, felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and when he turned his head to look at his left arm, he saw a foot lifted from his left arm and then fell violently on his right arm.

"Ahh He Ming was sweating profusely in pain. Then before he could breathe, a third sharp pain came from his right leg again, and He Ming only felt a burst of breathlessness. When Uncle Zhen's last foot stepped on He Ming's left leg, He Ming finally passed out because he couldn't resist the sharp pain that pierced his heart.

When Uncle Zhen brutally stepped on He Ming's limbs, his face did not fluctuate in the slightest. bent down and grabbed one of He Ming's legs, and dragged He Mingchao, who had passed out, outside the hall.

This book was first published in the King of Books