Bright sunlight was shining through the window, and it was a new day. In the spacious bedroom, the black-robed man sat on the main seat, and in front of him, kneeling was a middle-aged man trembling and colorless.

This middle-aged man's identity is not low, but he is one of the five Masters of the Blood Alliance, known as Ding Xumao, known as the "Crocodile Zun". Kneeling in front of the black-robed man at this moment, he was like a sinner with an unforgivable sin who met the iron-faced and selfless judge.

"Right...... I'm sorry, Brother Zhuo...... Be...... Am I wrong......" Ding Xumao's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the trembling of his body became more and more serious. It can be seen that he is both jealous and afraid of the black-robed man.

The black-robed man was only about thirty years old, and he was still young compared to him. But in turn, he had to call the black-robed man "Brother Zhuo".

It turned out that the black-robed person was named "Murong Shanzhuo", and he was a descendant of the Murong clan. This person has a lot of connections with Murong Jue, and nominally, Murong Jue is his cousin. Because of this, Murong Shanzhuo has regarded Murong Shanzhuo, who is known as "a super monster that is rare in the whole clan in a hundred years", as an idol since he was a child.

Even, imitate Murong Jue everywhere. From appearance and attire to words and deeds.

How amazing is Murong Jue? A super geek that the whole family has rarely encountered in a century, and has been a dazzling existence since he was a teenager. Although the three elders of the clan all thought that he was a traitor to the family, they had to admit that Murong Jue's influence in the family was still huge. As long as he raises his arms and shouts, there will definitely be a large number of people who will become his supporters.

Murong Shanzhuo thought that he was imitating very much, and as long as time passed, he would become Murong Jue's replacement. But who expected, just when his dream was going well, a masked man "Xuanwu" suddenly ran out, and Xuanwu's finger pierced his palm, which became the biggest shame in his life.

After yesterday's defeat, Murong Shan Zhuo moved angrily, blaming all the blame on Ding Xumao, who did not attend the memorial ceremony. I brought it here today, and I was about to repair it.

Hearing Ding Xumao's confession, Murong Shanzhuo burst out with a sneer, didn't even look at him, and scolded: "What did I say to you when you left me at the beginning? ”

Ding Xumao replied tremblingly: "Brother Zhuo said, let the four of us go to the memorial ceremony, lead the snake out of the hole, and then you will clean up Xuanwu." ”

Murong Shanzhuo nodded, and said with a smile: "Do you actually remember?" If you remember, why don't you go to the memorial ceremony? ”

Ding Xumao was covered with cold sweat all over his body, and there was an air conditioner in the room, but the sweat on his body just couldn't stop flowing down. On the one hand, he was so scared that he died, and on the other hand, he couldn't stop muttering in his heart: "To participate in the bullshit memorial ceremony, Liao Saiqiu, Zhu Yanping, and Li Dongsheng went, aren't they all dead?" Luckily I didn't go, and if I did, wouldn't it be the same as them? ”

I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it, and after a good pause, I said, "I...... I was meant to come...... But...... But the car broke down halfway through...... So...... So ......"

Ding Xumao was in a hurry, he couldn't think of any good excuses, but he said such a bad pretense with one mouth.

Sure enough, Murong Shanzhuo is not a dull person, he has imitated Murong Jue since he was a child, not only in terms of martial arts talent, but also in wisdom, he is not behind others. As soon as he heard such a bad excuse, he slapped the table and stood up: "Ding Xumao, are you fucking stupid?" The car broke down? Among the five deities of tyranny, only your car is the most noble, will your car be broken? ”

Ding Xumao was exposed by a sentence, his old face was as white as snow, and he kowtowed to the ground in a panic, saying, "Brother Zhuo, I was wrong...... I was so wrong...... Spare me this time! Next time there is anything, I will definitely go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire, and I will not give up! ”

Murong Shanzhuo glanced at the wound on the palm of his right hand, although the wound had been treated, the doctor said that the hole in the center of the palm could no longer be filled. Even if it's okay in the future, the palm of the right hand is just a decoration. For a moment, as soon as the anger was ignited, his right hand waved out, and with a "snap", a violent slap slapped Ding Xumao from the center of the living room to the corner of the wall.

Shouted: "There is a next time?" My Murong Shanzhuo's subordinates, how could they ever produce such a waste as you? I never give a second chance when it comes to waste, hmph, you wait to be reincarnated. As he spoke, he whistled, and then two big sweaters walked in from outside, picked up Ding Xumao and dragged them out.

Ding Xumao kept struggling, yelling and begging for mercy.

Murong Shan didn't realize this, his body turned, facing the rising sun, and let out a long breath.

Soon, a girl in a short skirt walked into the living room from the outside, came to Murong Shanzhuo's back, carefully presented a few photos, and said softly: "Master, something happened again." ”

"What's wrong?" Murong Shanzhuo didn't turn around, but replied lightly.

The girl lowered her head and still said softly: "Our Blood Hegemony Alliance died thousands of people in one day yesterday, and dozens of strongholds were taken ......"

"What?" Murong Shanzhuo turned around suddenly, stared at the girl with a pair of tiger-like eyes, and shouted, "What did you just say? Repeat again. ”

The girl trembled and repeated in a low voice, "Let's ...... Our Blood Alliance's Bloodline ...... in one day yesterday He's dead...... Thousands of people died, and dozens of strongholds were destroyed. ”

"Bastard!"

Murong Shanzhuo let out a loud shout, and with a sweep of his left hand, he smashed a vase on the table. He said in a hideous voice: "Who did it?" ”

The girl was almost frightened and replied tremblingly, "No...... I don't know, this happened yesterday afternoon, and it didn't stop until about four o'clock in the morning, and I heard some eyewitnesses describe that the murderer seems to be a person wearing a mask. ”

"Could it be Xuanwu?" Murong Shan Zhuo didn't even think about it, and guessed Xuanwu in his first thought.

However, he slowly thought about it, took a breath, and asked himself, "Wasn't Xuanwu fighting with us yesterday afternoon?" How could he find time to take the time to take care of other strongholds of my Blood Alliance? ”

I carefully interrogated the female secretary, and compared the specific time of those incidents yesterday with each other. Sure enough, he found that there was a conflict of time between the two sides. It is impossible for Xuanwu alone to appear at the memorial ceremony at the same time, as well as at the Haitian Hotel and the Zuixian Tower.

For a while, I was so confused that I couldn't think through it.

At this time, the female secretary handed over the photo and said, "Master, please see, this is a photo taken secretly yesterday, and the masked man in the photo is said to be the murderer." ”

Murong Shanzhuo hurriedly took the photo, looked at it, and saw that the photo was a man wearing an "Ultraman" mask. The man's mask was so tightly worn that he couldn't see anything other than the mask.

After looking at this person repeatedly, Murong Shanzhuo suddenly felt that this person was not like Xuanwu. Because when Xuanwu appeared, he was wearing a set of camouflage uniforms, and this guy was dressed in tattered clothes, like a beggar. The two compare each other, and it is clear that they are not the same person.

Thinking of this, Murong Shanzhuo couldn't help but crumple the photo into a ball, crumple it into pieces, and muttered: "Could it be that there is a second 'Xuanwu'?" ”