Early in the morning, an explosive news spread in the Phantom Moon State.

The young master of the Black Eagle clan, Kurosawa, was hung outside the gate of his mansion, and there was a thin layer of ice on his body in the big summer, and he looked like he was hanging all night with snot and tears in the corners of his eyes.

Even more surprising is that he is still alive.

Not only alive, but also awake!

Only one trouser was stripped off from top to bottom, and he watched the monks around him who were either probing their brains and secretly looking, or walking past them in the open.

Kurosawa shivered with cold, but layers of anger had already ignited in his heart, and the top of his head was about to smoke.

Since he was a child, he has never suffered such a great disgrace.

Not to mention him, even the entire Black Eagle clan, no one has been so humiliated.

However, he was forbidden with all his Yuan Force, unable to speak, unable to move his hands, and could only passively accept the gloating of these people.

"Jiang Xiaohe, when I get out of trouble today, I will cramp and peel your skin, crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

Kurosawa thought to himself, closed his eyes tightly and waited quietly.

Finally someone came.

It was Heirong and Heihua who came, they belonged to the same generation as Kurosawa, but they were sideways and didn't deal with him very well.

"Young master, we'll let you down right away. ”

Hei Rong opened his mouth to speak, and with a wave of Hei Hua's right hand, a white light swept towards the rope that hung Kurosawa.

The two of them are very happy, they have never been so happy since they were born, just because Kurosawa is a descendant, so they are a head above them everywhere.

Whether it is resources, treatment, exercises, magic weapons, shelter, or women, it is Kurosawa's turn to choose them.

Now, he is hanging here like a beast waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for them to be rescued!

With a "bang", a black light suddenly flew out of the oblique and knocked the white light that Heihua hit away, and it flashed away from Heihua's neck.

With a "poof", Hei Hua's face with a faint smile suddenly rose, his head flew high, and the hot blood splashed on Kurosawa's body like a fountain.

Jiang Xiaohe appeared behind Kurosawa, he looked at the frightened pale black face, and said lightly:

"Has the Black Eagle clan always been so unruly, wanting to take people away without greeting them?"

Hei Rong glanced at Hei Hua's head not far away, and a shallow smile was fixed on his face forever, and it did not dissipate until death.

Then he turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaohe, and secretly pinched his palm