Chapter 152: Killing Intent Calms People's Hearts

After Qiao Dong finished speaking, there were still some things he didn't say.

That is, the violator will not only die, but also be kicked out of the Beiliang sequence, expelled from the hometown, and expelled, which is the most unacceptable for people like Qiao Dong and them.

As the gods of war in the north, Qiao Dong has experienced cruel wars, their hands are stained with the blood of the enemy, and they have long looked down on life and death, and death in battle is the destination they want in their hearts.

But they absolutely couldn't tolerate it, and they were driven out of the Beiliang sequence.

If so, they'd rather die!

Ning Bei said softly: "Take my Northern King's Order, block Bianjing, find Qinghe and bring it back!" ”

"Yes!" Qiao Dong could only listen to orders.

After he left, there was only one Zhang Zhongyuan left.

Ning Bei smiled lightly: "Central Plains, if Qinghe dies, I will wash the capital with blood!" ”

"Nakahara understands!"

Zhang Zhongyuan's face turned pale, and from Ning Bei's indifferent smile, he felt a shocking murderous aura.

A generation of Zhenbei kings never speaks empty words!

Su Qinghe had an accident, it should have been the time when the Beiwang knife was unsheathed, but Ning Bei's body was too poisoned, and he dared to do it with people, accelerate blood flow, and attack the heart with toxins, that is, to find death!

Zhang Zhongyuan turned to leave, wiped the cold sweat on his cheeks, mobilized all the members of the Central China General Group, and rushed to Bianjing.

He couldn't be clearer about what Ning Bei meant.

If Su Qinghe died, the Northern King Dao would slaughter Bianjing City.

Who said that Ningbei did not have her Su Qinghe in his heart, but Ningbei's thirteen-year career in the north was unimaginable to his peers.

What's more, Ningbei is alone, shouldering the safety of the 8,000-mile border in the north, and commanding millions of comrades to guard Mobei.

This casts Ningbei's iron bones, as well as a strong heart that is not shocked by honor and disgrace.

In layman's terms, Ning Bei's usual joy and anger can't be seen by outsiders from his face at all.

Su Qinghao's eyes were complicated, he never thought that his sister was so important in Ning Bei's heart.

Qiao Dong and Zhang Zhongyuan were all transferred, and only Ning Bei was left in the Ning family manor.

The key is that Ning Bei's upper body is covered with silver needles, and his left arm is black, obviously poisoned very deeply, if someone is staring at it secretly, he will definitely find that Ning Bei is extremely weak at this time.

This is a great opportunity to eradicate Ningbei!

Ning Bei stood with his hands in his hands, a breeze blew, and the bronzed unicorn robe danced, blowing messy hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of oblique eyes, calm as stagnant water.

"Qinghao, go back to my house!" Ningbei's thin lips moved slightly.

Su Qinghao cared and said: "Your body is weaker than mine, I'll help you into the house first!" ”

"Who says I'm weaker than you?" Ning Bei turned his head and smiled brightly.

This smile made Su Qinghao feel creepy, and he felt more and more that the eldest son of the Ning family, the third-generation grandson, was really a little too weird and terrifying.

Is it all pretended?

But he, Su Qinghao, saw that Ningbei was poisoned and spit out black blood, which couldn't be faked.

Su Qinghao is not a stupid person, he knows that he is an ordinary person, just listen to Ningbei's arrangement here, don't care so much, otherwise it will only add to the chaos.

Just like Su Qinghao took Su Qinghe home before, if he hadn't made a mistake, the situation would not have been so bad now.

Su Qinghao quickly returned to the villa.

"Poof!" Ning Bei stood at the door, his hand pressed on the stone lion, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, extremely black, falling on the weeds in the garden, and the green grass was corroded and emitted white poisonous smoke.

Ning Bei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked down at the skin of his chest, a pitch-black line spread to the vicinity of his heart.

He laughed at himself: "The seven insects and seven herbs are poisonous, they are really domineering, and the toxins go straight to the heart!" ”

As soon as the words fell.

In all directions, black shadows flashed in all directions of the Ning family manor, and they quickly approached this villa.

The speed of each black figure is more than twenty meters per second!

To become a warrior, the first condition for becoming a warrior is that your speed exceeds 20 meters per second.