If this continues, and this person's mind completely collapses, then such a strong man will be completely destroyed.

At this time, Zhou Lu's divine mind accidentally discovered his original identity, if Zhou Lu took him out and saved him from decadence, then this person would become an extremely powerful arm of Zhou Lu in the future.

The strong man finally got tired after fighting for a long time, and he spit out another mouthful of saliva and withdrew his hand angrily, scolding and scolding: "Loser, why don't you kill you all at once......"

The strong man turned around hatefully.

Zhou Lu squeezed out of the crowd and squeezed over, walked to the middle-aged man covered in blood, and looked at this dusty powerhouse with his head down. The middle-aged man's face was bruised and swollen, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of blood, and he slowly raised his head, looking at the fat man who was standing so close to him from his feet to his head in surprise.

"Stand up and be bullied, do you think you can numb yourself by being submissive like this, and you can forget who you really are?"

Zhou Lu shouted angrily.

The middle-aged man's whole body was shocked, and the numbness in his eyes finally brought a little lucidity, and he looked at the fat man standing beside him in surprise.

But his eyes immediately showed pain again, he didn't understand what the fat man was talking about, and he didn't want to wake himself up, so he let himself continue to be numb, and his eyes became empty and dazed again.

Any sobriety is unbearable for him now.

"Yo, who is this, where did the second goods come from, come to us to take care of things?"

Huo Ran, the leader of the strong man, turned around, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Zhou Lu.

He hasn't finished his anger yet, this fat man came over and came over like this, what's the matter, does this fat man still want to fight when he sees him beating people?

The leader of the strong man walked all the way to Zhou Lu, and his fingers as thick as carrots almost pointed to Zhou Lu's nose: "Fatty, who are you?"

Zhou Lu turned his head to look at the strong man, shook his head lightly and asked, "Do you think it's appropriate to beat people on the street like this?"

The strong man laughed angrily all at once:

"Beat people on the street? This bastard belongs to our regiment, he messed up my task again, and it's still light to beat him, what's the matter, do you have any opinion on our implementation of family law

The strong man arrogantly opened his hand and grabbed Zhou Lu's collar.

Demon hunters pay attention to who is stronger and who is more horizontal, this is their identity and face.

If they are shocked by a fat man's shouting at the door of the Demon Hunter Guild, then their group will not be mixed up here in the future.

Zhou Lu turned sideways, grabbed the strong man's wrist with his backhand and walked inward, and the strong man's body involuntarily drove him over, Zhou Lu's other hand backpalm pierced out from under the ribs, bang, a palm was firmly imprinted on the strong man's chest, this palm hit the strong man straight out, flew out dozens of feet at once, and his feet landed on the ground and took more than a dozen steps back, the strong man's back hit the big wall in front of the guild, and the wall shook three times.

Zhou Lu's divine power gave him the strength of the Twelve Heavens, and that small team was only the Ninth Heavens, and the gap between them was too big, Zhou Lu didn't want to beat him, but just drove away a fly casually.

The strong man hit the wall, he was not injured, but he was stunned.

With a hula, a group of people rushed up from there and surrounded Zhou Lu, and the crowd was angry and murderous. All the members of this group of demon hunters rushed forward.

Is this fat man here to play the field?

However, so many people surrounded the road, but no one dared to rush up first, and the fat man's palm made them extremely jealous. There are so many of them, and none of them can see what kind of strength this fat man really has.

"Where did the wild boy come from, don't look at where this is, this is the Demon Hunter Guild, run to the door of the guild to meddle in business?

"Fatty, quickly apologize to our head of the regiment, don't think that it's okay to beat someone while others are unprepared, you won't be able to leave today without apologizing......"

Zhou Lu didn't look at the noisy battles, turned his head to look at the down-and-out middle-aged man at his feet, and said lightly: "Stand up and follow me." ”

The people inside and outside the square all looked at each other in shock, not understanding what this fat man meant, rushing over out of thin air to take care of other people's affairs, and then let this drunkard who had achieved nothing go with him?

The middle-aged man who fell to the ground wiped a handful of blood from his nose, suddenly smirked, and shouted disdainfully at Zhou Lu: "Who are you, why should I go with you?"

The middle-aged man staggered to his feet.

Zhou Lu said: "I can give you dignity." ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Dignity, dignity is bullshit, dignity, how much money does dignity count, how much money counts a pound?" The middle-aged man stumbled towards the guild gate.

Over there, a group of demon hunters of that regiment burst into laughter in unison, some stretched out their fingers and whistled sharply in their mouths, and some shouted at Zhou Lu: "Get out, where did you come from, what kind of savior do you want, people don't appreciate it, people don't need you to help." ”

The middle-aged man staggered towards the guild gate, and the strong man head stopped him angrily: "Lei Long, you still have the face to enter the guild's gate?"

The middle-aged man looked depressed and numb, and replied mechanically: "I'm going to take a task to earn some money for wine, and I have no money." ”

The middle-aged man missed his body and wanted to squeeze past the strong man's leader.

Bang, the head of the strong man slapped the middle-aged man and fanned him two steps away, and his face was immediately red and swollen, and the middle-aged man almost fell to the ground again, he wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flashed, but immediately, the Limang was covered by a trace of numbness.

He turned into an unconscious drunk again, unconcerned about the humiliation caused by this slap, and continued to squeeze towards the guild gate with his body swaying and stubbornly.

Bang, the strong man head was holding a wine bottle in his hand, and the wine bottle smashed into the middle-aged man's head, smashing his head with blood flowing for a long time, and the wine bottle shattered into pieces.

The wine bottle staggered the middle-aged man a few steps away, and sat down on the ground, the angry flames in the middle-aged man's eyes burned, and the wine stains on the ground were so humiliating and unbearable.

"I told you to enter, I told you to enter, you are a mourning star, and then let you take the task, Lao Tzu's regiment will be compensated, you dare to step into this door today, Lao Tzu can kill you today. ”

The strong man scolded viciously: "Don't you want to drink, drink, drink, look, the wine on the ground has been spilled, and you are all lying on the ground to drink." ”

The down-and-out middle-aged man stared at the wine recessed in the ground in a daze.

Zhou Lu said coldly behind him:

"Do you think that you can't feel pain when you are anesthetized, and do you think that if you are numb, the wound will heal automatically? Have you really forgotten who you were originally? Come with me, I can give you back your original face. ”

The middle-aged man sat on the ground, his body stiffened when he heard Zhou Lu's words, and then the angry flame in his eyes slowly extinguished again, and he sat there and smirked.

"Who am I? Give me back my original face? What are you, you know who I am? Why do you give me back my original face. ”