"Bang!" The closed door was slapped open by the shopkeeper Qiu, and the woman and the young man had no time to stop it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Bury Lu Yu. The door opened, and the people who came with the shopkeeper also reacted, and rushed to block the door tightly, making it noisy.

However, when the crowd rushed up and was about to squeeze into the house, all this suddenly became quiet, and the silent needle drop could be heard, and the silence was even a little weird.

After half a ring!

"Goo!" the sound of snorting broke the eerie silence.

The shopkeeper Qiu, who rushed to the forefront, stared at the direction of the front with his eyes, and he didn't dare to blink, and on his forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans continued to flow.

In fact, it was not only the shopkeeper who hated, but also the people who followed him. Their eyes widened, staring at the front of the room, their faces full of disbelief.

In the middle of the room, in the direction of the doorway, I don't know when a teenager was already standing.

The boy was dressed in a sky-blue gown with a white collar tattoo, and although he was not tall, he stood straight. The eyes were dark and bright, but they were a little tired, and with that slightly pale complexion, the young man looked a little weak. It's just that he is also very handsome.

With a little tired eyes, he slowly swept over the shopkeeper and others, and the young man seemed to be tired, and said in a low voice: "You, do you want to bury me?" The voice was dry and hoarse, as if the owner of this voice had been dry for many years.

"Actually... Wake up!" The shopkeeper Qiu's heart jumped sharply, this person's reputation resounded throughout Nanluo back then, and his strength made those few big people in the town clan also have to be cautious, cautious, and cautious. And it was such a dazzling big man who was now standing in front of him.

The shopkeeper Qiu's face was cloudy, his eyes flickered, and the weak and shaky young man in front of him seemed to be unable to coincide with the genius of the year.

"Hmph, even if you are really the big man back then, but the old injuries that hit you back then and the days and nights of the five years of living dead, how much strength can you save now? I'm afraid that even ordinary people may not be able to compare!"

Thinking of this, Shopkeeper Qiu suddenly straightened his waist, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes no longer dodged in the slightest, and looked directly at the sickly young man in front of him, and said: "The living dead are the source of bad luck, why not bury them." ”

As soon as the shopkeeper Qiu said this, everyone who came with him suddenly jumped in their hearts!

What kind of character is this young man in front of him, and what kind of madness is he so crazy that he dares to talk to the young man like this? Can the young man not die, but will they also be sent to death?

Lose your marbles!

It's insane!

Thinking of this, everyone became more and more frightened, and before they knew it, they were trembling, and then they began to retreat!

As if sensing the strangeness of everyone, the shopkeeper Qiu snorted coldly and said: "I have been a living dead for five years, even if I wake up today, I'm afraid I may not be able to wake up for a few days, right?"

They are all old fritters who have been in business for many years, and everyone suddenly understood the meaning of the words of the shopkeeper Qiu, looked at each other for a moment, and then looked at the young man who seemed to be going to fall at any time, and then straightened his waist.

"It turned out to be a sick cat, damn, scared Lao Tzu. The bold man spat and scolded loudly.

"What the shopkeeper said is right, even if this ominous living dead is lucky enough to wake up, I am afraid that it will not last for a few days. It's better to bury it today, it's a hundred, and it's good to return our big guy to a clean one. ”

"It was useless to say more, so bury him. ”

"Ahem!ahem!ahem!" a violent cough came from the boy's mouth.

Frowning slightly, the young man's face became paler and paler.

Eyes closed tiredly, and then opened them again. The boy stepped forward slowly, looking shaky and worried. It seems that if you take two more steps, you will fall again.

Walking in front of the shopkeeper Qiu, the young man closed his eyes tiredly again, and then slowly opened them, and said weakly: "You guys, do you really want to bury me?"

Seeing the young man in such a sick appearance, the shopkeeper Qiu became more and more bold, and shouted loudly: "Ominous people, burying them is the only way." ”

"Bury him. ”

"Bury him. ”...

The people who followed the shopkeeper were also shouting.

As everyone shouted, the shopkeeper of Qiu clenched his fist in his right hand, and faintly, it could be seen that the red was surging between his fists and fingers, as if lava was about to erupt, looming.

With a little warm wind, it also swept away, and then, the shopkeeper Qiu suddenly struck out, and punched the pale sick young man: "Instead of being burdened by old injuries, let me give you a good time." ”

Even the people standing behind the shopkeeper Qiu were aware of the power contained in this punch, and they were terrified: "What a fierce way of Yanwu!"

"This sick seedling, it's doomed!" someone bowed his head slightly, avoiding the warm wind.

A sneer gradually appeared on the corner of the shopkeeper's mouth, because since he punched, he had never seen the young man react at all.

Perhaps his only reaction was to forcibly hold back another violent cough.

"Die!" A cold drink from the bottom of his heart, and the fierceness in the eyes of the shopkeeper of Qiu appeared.

But soon, the ferocity in the eyes of the shopkeeper disappeared, replaced by a blankness, and then... Fear.

Without any warning, a strong force suddenly erupted from the young man's palm and slammed into the chest of the shopkeeper Qiu.

This palm, very fast, very fast, a little weirdly fast. Because the shopkeeper Qiu had never seen the young man make a move, and he hadn't even seen any signs of making a move, that palm was already abruptly attached to his chest. And his fist has never touched even a single hair of the young man.

The incomparable power erupted from the young man's palm, and the shopkeeper Qiu flew upside down, even carrying the seven or eight people behind him and falling out of the house.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...

The sound of falling to the ground continued to sound, like dumplings in the pot.

"Ahem!ahem!ahem!" another violent cough came from the boy's mouth. The boy was still the same as before, pale, bloodless, and shaky.

His tired eyes closed, and the young man glanced at the shopkeeper Qiu and the others who flew out upside down, and said weakly: "Go back! From today on, I am no longer a living dead." ”

I didn't have much strength to speak, but in the ears of the shopkeeper Qiu and the others, it exploded like thunder, which made people tremble!

The young powerhouse who used to make people look up and even a few big people in Nanluo needed to be treated with caution, was it so powerful?

The old wound that plunged him into a deep sleep five years ago, coupled with the days and nights of the living dead for five years, woke up now, and it was still so strong, so strong that it was desperate!

But he is obviously riddled with old wounds, crumbling, and seems to be going to fall at any time, why is he still so powerful?

Could it be that five years of the living dead have not weakened him in the slightest?

Can't the old wounds of the past damage his foundation?

A middle-aged man lying on the ground staggered to his feet, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a deep weakness: "Is this the young man who was famous in Nanluo back then?

In his eyes, the Qiu shopkeeper who had already entered the country after cultivating Yanwu was already an irresistible powerhouse. However, such a strong man, in front of the crumbling and sick young man in front of him, couldn't even take a fluttering palm, and he couldn't even see his shot......

This should be the real powerhouse!

Even if it is riddled with old wounds, even if it is swaggering to show the weakest side, no one can shake it, one, silk, one, nothing!