The one who came was still the swordsman of the Snow Clothes Sword Sect.

Ten young people, eight men and two women, there is a king rank, except for the men of the king rank, the rest of Zhang He didn't take a look at it at all.

Zhang He sat by the fire and roasted sweet potatoes for Ellen.

"Your Excellency is very ruthless, the five elite disciples of my Snow Clothes Sword Sect are abolished, and it seems that they don't take my Snow Clothes Sword Sect seriously at all!"

The king-level swordsman stood on the top of a tree on the top of the mountain, he was only thirty years old, his face was handsome, the whole person was lighter than a kite, and when the wind blew, the snow-colored clothes fluttered, full of fairy spirit.

He used spells to expand the reach of his voice.

He believed that the disciple had been attacked in Zhangjia Reservoir, because the disciples of the Xue Sheng Sword Sect all had positioning magic weapons, and his five abolished disciples had appeared strangely in Ningcheng Hospital after staying in Zhangjia Reservoir for a while!

"I was grilling fish on the shore, and your disciple drew his sword and slashed my neck without saying a word, if I were just an ordinary person, would I still be able to stand here and talk to you? The answer is definitely not, even if he retracts his strength to avoid the vital point, I will at least be disabled for life. ”

Zhang He didn't hide his fear in the slightest, he raised his head and said in a very calm tone.

Sparks burst and bewitching fireworks fluttered in the wind.

"I'm here to ask you, if I lose an arm, will your Snow Clothes Sword Sect succeed for me? If he uses a fire-based sword technique and I am burned with an arm, will your Snow Clothes Sword Sect reborn for me with a broken arm?"

The king-level sword master looked at Zhang He and looked down on Zhang He with a condescending attitude.

He didn't expect that it was the eldest son of the Zhang family who injured his five elite disciples. According to the investigation, the Zhang family is extremely ordinary.

Zhang He stood up, holding the sweet potato in his hand.

"No, you certainly won't. Zhang He smiled.

"What will it be, what will it be, you just admit that you hurt my Xueshang Sword Sect disciple now, right?" the handsome man said coldly.

How could an inferior person be worthy of their Snow Clothes Sword Sect and use expensive heavenly and earth treasures to regenerate their arms!

"Uncle Shi, why should we talk nonsense with him and take him down directly!" said a woman behind the King-Rank Sword Master.

"He abolished my younger brother, Xiao Luo has a promising future, this person is really a great crime!

In their hearts, the uncle of the royal rank is omnipotent!

How could it be inferior to a mountain villager?!

Since they have the power of the superiors, they naturally have the power to judge and adjudicate against Zhang He!

"Since you were able to seriously injure my five elite disciples, then it means that you must be able to drive them away easily, it is really arrogant and arrogant to make such a heavy hand!

Ellen sat behind Zhang He and read the magazine silently.

"What a forgiving and forgiving one. Zhang He smiled, he looked at the Xueshang Sword Sect disciple behind the King-rank Sword Master, "What about you, do you think what he said is right?"

The disciples were silent.

"It is not easy to cultivate the Tao, and Taoist friends often waste people to cultivate, which is really a bit too violent and extreme. "On the tree behind the king-level mage, an old man, several young men and women, floated down.

The words were said by the old man, and he looked at Zhang He with bright eyes, "Let me ask you, if you break an ordinary person's hands and feet, will you regenerate their hands and feet?"

"I have cultivated so far, I have a clear conscience, I have no regrets when I draw my sword, and I have never bullied the weak. Zhang He smiled again, and he picked up the wine gourd.

"Let's talk about it until the day it happens. ”

"The disciple of the Snow Clothes Sword Sect deliberately hurt people, and why I hurt him is because he doesn't care if I am an ordinary person at all, and when he slashes at me, I see pleasure in his eyes. ”

"I can imagine the image in his mind, there must be a picture of my head being chopped off, or my hands and feet being chopped off, bleeding and screaming on the ground...... How miserable, so miserable, but I'm so cool, this must be his psychological whisper. ”

Zhang He twisted the stopper of the wine gourd, "You have to forgive people and forgive people, you have to forgive people and forgive people, and you have to forgive people and forgive people, if my father finds you Xueshang Sword Sect for me to seek justice, it is estimated that he will not even be able to enter the door, and he will be broken hands and feet, and he will be humiliated by you." ”

"Your Xueshang Sword Sect Sword Saint once invited me to discuss the sword on the top of the mountain, I went, on the top of the mountain, I witnessed your Xueshang Sword Sect disciples forcing the herdsmen to seek justice and their fathers and sons crawling on the grassland, surrounding them in the middle and beating them, and even forcing them to hand over the cattle and sheep they had worked so hard to raise, I saw everything in my eyes. ”

"I didn't ask you Sword Saint why he doesn't care, because no matter what his answer is, I will take care of it, I don't need to rely on his strength, his identity and authority to uphold the pitiful justice in my heart. After Zhang He finished speaking, he twisted the stopper of the wine gourd containing 10,000 tons of spirits.

Hearing this, the faces of the king-rank sword master and the men and women behind him, as well as the old man and the disciples behind the old man, all changed drastically.

The old man and the people of the Xueshang Sword Sect knew who Zhang He was. The mysterious swordsman who killed dozens of people, abolished hundreds of people in the Xuesheng Sword Sect, and let the Xuesheng Sword Sect grow away after the blood-stained steps, with an extremely violent temperament and crazy like a demon!

"The Snow Clothes Sword Saint is in retreat, right, otherwise he would definitely not allow you to come to Qixing Zicuo, because he knows that I have a very bad temper!"

Zhang He took a sip of the spirits, and then spat out.

Three thousand drops of wine turned into three thousand water swords, and they were shot out at a speed several times faster than the speed of sound under the moonlight!

The second sword master of the Wang Rank reacted, but he was still beaten into a sieve, and the flesh and blood on the front half of his body were blurred and miserable, like flesh and blood!

His sword qi shield and his talisman magic weapon have all been destroyed!

At 0.1 second after the end of the wine sword, Zhang He turned into red light, jumped a thousand meters, and thunder and lightning jumped in the palm of his right hand.

He slammed his palm into the old man's heart, causing the old man to vomit blood and fly hundreds of meters, rolling into the mountains and forests like a broken kite, and then tumbling down the steep terrain like a sandbag.

Wang Jiesi Jue, there is still no resistance in front of him!

"Mr. Zhang, Lingtai Qingming ————"

Out of nowhere, there was a female voice with a night whistle and snow, Zhang He felt like falling into an ice cave, the boiling blood quickly cooled down, and the restless heart slowly returned to normal.

The bloodshot in his eyes slowly dissipated, and the terrifying black aura on Zhang He's body was very unwilling to be restrained into his body.

Suppressing the desire to kill that was surging in his heart, Zhang He erased the memories of the incoming offenders as usual and threw them to Ningcheng.

When he returned to Ellen again, he reverted to the same laughing, surfing, and cheerful older brother.

Ellen is very worried about Zhang He, because she knows that people are not machines, as long as they are people, there will be a day when they will have emotional outbursts.

The deeper the accumulation, the more terrifying the outburst will be, and it will make people lose their minds, fall under the impact of all kinds of negative emotions, and become an extremely dangerous person.

"In the past, you would talk to the old man a little more and then make a move. Ellen said.

Zhang He's body stiffened as he was about to hug Ellen.

He knew it, but he just couldn't control it.

I don't want to control either.

There was always a voice in his mind, why should he control himself.

The old man's sin was not so much, but he spoke for the people of the Snow Clothes Sword Sect, which made him extremely displeased.

was labeled by him as "embarrassed and abusive", and was brutally hit by him.

As his cultivation became stronger and stronger, Zhang He also knew that he was less and less patient, and he was more and more unwilling to think, and he could not tolerate people to disobey his will and go against his will.

Because he knew in his heart that even if he did something wrong, no one could control him.

What can be managed will not be for the sake of a king-level two-consciousness swordsman, a four-level mage and him, the peak of the super king-level, to tear his face, and set off a magic war that destroys the world and the earth.

"Do you want to hang them at the gate of the mountain to demonstrate?"

Zhang He didn't speak.

"Don't touch Ellen for a day. Ellen patted the black ash on the sweet potato and said expressionlessly.

"From now on. ”

......

Little Christine fell asleep early today.

After she fell asleep, Zhang He floated to her bedside and corrected today's paper for her.

Zhang He has a good hand, he attaches great importance to calligraphy, and there is a copying task in the homework assigned to little Christine.

One book a day, starting after morning.

After correcting the homework and leaving the comments, Zhang He lifted the quilt of little Christine. The quilt is very warm, full of little Christine's body fragrance, as smooth as the pure white flawless skin, and the touch is extremely warm.

Little Christine's thick eyelashes fluttered, and she woke up slowly but didn't open her eyes, she closed her eyes, put her hand on the back of Zhang He's hand, and let the big hand leave the part that could not be possessed by him little by little.

Little Christine's hands were soft, and Zhang He couldn't feel the presence of bones.

Little Christine wrapped her arms around Zhang He's neck, arched her waist, and whispered in Zhang He's ear with a magnetic voice, "Big brother can possess little Christine, but there are two prerequisites, one, I have thought of the baby's name, and second, I really want little Christine to give birth to a mixed-race baby." ”

Zhang He's eyes are a little red, and his eyes are a little like the bloodthirsty vampires and werewolves in dark novels, full of aggression. But little Christine was not afraid in the slightest, she got up gently, and folded the quilt when the man was around her waist and her hands were broken.

Little Christine lay on her back on the tofu-shaped quilt, her smooth lower abdomen undulating and undulating, and her little navel seemed to be breathing.

She was not wearing pajamas, she had no clothes on her upper body, and her slightly curly blonde hair was draped over her body like golden flowing water, covering most of her two round snow-colored clumps.

Little Christine, who was only wearing a pair of white loose shorts, held Zhang He's head, let Zhang He bury himself in two snow-colored soft objects that were full and straight, and relaxed her body to act as Zhang He's pillow to let him spend this unpleasant night.

The two large balls of soft objects with beautiful curves and exaggerated dimensions exude the pure maternal love that Zhang He has lacked since he was born, which made Zhang He simply fall asleep.

Saliva flowed from the corners of his lips, and Zhang He fell asleep.

Little Christine had the pleasure of capturing a fire-breathing dragon without much effort.

Christine knows the vacancy in Zhang He's heart, knows what Zhang He wants, and knows what feelings he can't resist and desperately desire.

She knew that the most effective way to do that was to put him on her chest or thigh.

It doesn't take much, just give this little man a little feeling as if he is in his mother's arms, and this manic and violent man will become very docile, and become a pet husky who sticks out his tongue and shakes his head to hug.