Chapter 92: The Huang Family - Yellow Mountain (I)

Song Cheng opened his eyes again, his originally black pupils had turned into a faint blue at the moment, and he gently pressed the button at hand, "Boss, I know you can hear me, I just want to say now, I will accompany you for the money for this piece of glass in your box." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

He got up from the sofa and glanced at the cage that had been carrying Angel before, without any hesitation, although his strength was mainly based on spiritual power, but after all, he was the young patriarch of the Song family in the second-layer Eastern Regions, and his strength of more than three hundred health points was actually far beyond most people here.

The finger-thick iron rod was held in his hand and picked it up violently, and the pale golden glass in front of him shattered in response, and the crisp cracking sound was like a wind chime blown by the wind.

He looked at all the people in the hall condescendingly, Junxiu's face was like ice at the moment, he glanced around quietly, and looked at the only young man standing, "Are you going to let me die?" ā€

"yes, that's me." The young man sneered, "What can you do if I want you to die?" Come on, kneel down and make a mistake, admit your mistake and I'll spare you. ā€

"Hehe, hopefully." Song Cheng suddenly laughed, and then his majestic voice roared like thunder, "If I let you die, will you die or not!" ā€

Huge spiritual power, through the void, no one can find the slightest clue.

The young man squinted, not knowing why, the scene in front of him suddenly blurred, and his originally sober spirit turned into broken egg liquid at this moment, and it was dim.

"If I want you to die, will you die or not." Song Cheng raised his head slightly, like a king, quietly looking at his subjects.

"I—" the young man opened his mouth, his words a little slurred, "if you... If you let me die, then I... And he died..."

As if he had suddenly got sick, a normal person suddenly stretched out his beautiful hands at this moment, scratching his throat frantically with his round nails, and the blood marks were like a raised ridge, hideous and bloody.

"Who the hell are you, what have you done to our young master!" The old man, who was still sitting on the side, didn't have so many scruples at the moment, and hurriedly stood up, his beautiful handmade suit looked a little tight at this moment. The muscles under the suit bulged slightly and began to howl.

The old man looked at Song Cheng and frowned slightly, "You... I should have seen it, if I am not mistaken, you should be Song Cheng, the young patriarch of the Song family. ā€

The most important thing to control mental power is not to be distracted, but at this moment, Song Cheng tilted his head and looked at the old man, "Oh, have you seen me?" It seems that my fame on the second floor is still quite big, what kind of person is it, I've heard of it. ā€

In the face of Song Cheng's ridicule, the old man couldn't care about it at the moment, because now Huang Song's life was in his hands, as long as Song Cheng thought that Huang Song's life was just a joke. And as long as people have been to the second-layer Eastern Regions, they will definitely know that Song Cheng is even a few points stronger than Song Yuan in terms of spiritual power control.

"Young Patriarch Song, it was our young master who offended him before, and I will accompany you here on his behalf, and I hope you can let him go." The old man bowed slightly, and even the expression on his face was meticulous.

"What if I don't say yes?" Song Cheng smiled, his smile was hideous, his teeth were as white as the face of a dead man, and everyone here was the first time he saw Song Cheng with such a smile.

"If you don't agree." The old man glanced at the people behind him, including those young people and girls in their twenties, all stood up at this moment, "Then we can only be sorry." ā€

The words were categorical, the old man tore the suit directly on his body, no one would have thought that such an old man in a suit with golden-rimmed eyes would be a black tights under the suit, and the hideous tattoos spread on his exposed arms like flames in the mountains and forests.

The moment he heard this, Song Yue had already stood up, along with everyone in the Song family, they were wearing white clothes, and they didn't even hesitate at all, because in their world, Song Cheng's status was the same as Huang Song's status in those people's world, and they were the ones who needed their desperate protection.

"It's okay, I'll take care of the rest." Wu Yu suddenly smiled, he glanced at Shao Zeyang and the others beside him, "Come together, this is a rare opportunity, we are about to enter the Northern Wilderness, this opportunity to improve our strength can not be grasped again, then I am afraid there will be no more in the future." ā€

Tilting his head, Wu Yu rubbed the hair of the girl next to him, "Old rules, wait here obediently." It's not that you won't be allowed to go with Chen Xi, the main thing is that there are too many people here, and it's a bit inappropriate to let the two of you go. ā€

"Hmm." Yuan Rong nodded, she never doubted Wu Yu's words, maybe he was still a smart person in front of others, she would look at all the traps and find the most correct way. But in front of this person, she is just a girl, she doesn't want to do anything, and even uses her brain to think about where to go to eat later.

"In that case, Angel, you can hold it." Wu Yu let go of his hand and wanted to hand over the little girl in his arms, but surprisingly, Angel grabbed Wu Yu's shirt tightly at this moment and didn't let go no matter what.

"It seems that I want to take you for myself, in which case I will be jealous." Yuan Rong pouted and glanced at Wu Yu, "Can you still go in this case?" After all, you're holding Angel, if you fight later..."

"Don't worry, it's okay. I'm handed it over to you, I just don't want to wake her up with too much movement. But since you don't let go, so be it, anyway, it's a group of people who are dying, is there any danger? Wu Yu shook his head absently, and put the black robe beside him on his body.

Before, because they were all his own people, although he had the idea of hiding his strength, he was originally leaning on the sofa, and no one in this took the initiative to put his head behind him to see how much his strength was. As for the girls who were placed in, they just stood by the wall with a calm smile on their faces.

Because he was holding Angel, he could only put one arm into the black robe, but he obviously didn't care, the black hat was buttoned up, and at the moment he looked like a god of death who had come to take his life, holding the scythe that belonged only to him in his hand.

But to deal with such a group of people, he obviously didn't need to carry the seven deadly sins, so that bloodthirsty guy was still sleeping quietly in the package behind Yuan Rong at the moment.

"You... No problem. Song Yue glanced at Wu Yu, obviously a little uneasy, "The young patriarch is now controlling that person's mind, so he can't be interfered with by anyone." ā€

"Don't worry, if this group of people can't handle it, then I should go to ****." Under the black robe, Song Yue couldn't see Wu Yu's face, but the words that were a little joking looked a little gloomy at this moment.

Wu Yu didn't pay attention to Song Yue anymore, but took a gentle step and walked to the glass window that had been completely broken, and some of the sharp glass was still there, showing its sharpest side to everyone to see.

"Do you want to kill him? You can try it, I'll give you a chance. Wu Yu grinned, and his voice was very good, like a beautiful love song, singing to a climax. (To be continued.) )