It was getting dark, and it was already evening, and the Rolls-Royce was speeding all the way on a sparsely populated country road.

After driving for about ten minutes, he stopped outside the gate of a rather idyllic manor, the driver hurriedly got out of the car and opened the back door, Cao Zhensong tidied up his clothes and walked down.

Stepping to the door, the door was closed, Cao Zhensong cleared his throat, and arched his hand: "Cao Zhensong of Xia Hongda Group, I want to see Mr. Zhai on important matters." ”

The words fell, and there was no response from the house.

Cao Zhensong shouted again, but still did not respond.

The driver came over and whispered, "Master, will there be no one living here?" ”

Cao Zhensong also felt strange, although it was located in the middle of nowhere, there was no doubt that this courtyard was indeed Mr. Zhai's residence.

Since he has already come, let's wait, maybe Mr. Zhai has something to go out, and right now, except for the other party, no one can save his grandson.

For a full hour, Cao Zhensong stood outside the door like this, not moving at all, as a martial artist, this is naturally nothing.

"It's useless for you to stand until dawn...... a woman's voice in the room.

Cao Zhensong was excited, his face showed ecstasy, and he hurriedly turned around and shouted into the house: "In Xia Cao Zhensong, I have something important to see Mr. Zhai." ”

As soon as the words fell, the room fell silent again.

After another half an hour, Cao Zhensong looked surprised, and repeatedly pondered the meaning of the sentence just now, it was useless to stand until dawn, it was useless to stand......

Don't?

Cao Zhensong gritted his teeth violently, and under the surprised gaze of the driver, his knees fell to his knees.

After kneeling for an hour, the door opened without wind, and the woman's voice floated from inside again.

"Come in."

Cao Zhensong couldn't hide his ecstasy, and hurriedly got up and walked in.

The ordinary ones in the courtyard can't be ordinary, the courtyard is not big, and there are three small tiled houses, if it weren't for Cao Zhensong knowing that this old Zhai lives here, he would have thought that he had walked into an ordinary farmer's house.

The door of one of the rooms was wide open, and Cao Zhensong patted the dust on his body and walked in cautiously.

The room was dimly lit, with only a single window letting in a faint light.

Cao Zhensong didn't dare to raise his head, bent down and arched his hand: "In Xia Cao Zhensong, I want to see Mr. Zhai on important matters." ”

As soon as the words fell, I only felt a chill in my back, and when I looked back quietly, I was suddenly frightened.

I saw behind him, I don't know when, a beautiful figure floated in the air, his shoulders were exposed, and a pair of slender jade hands kept gently roaming around his body.

Cao Zhensong broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't dare to make any changes.

"Okay Xiaoqing, this person's cultivation is too low, and he is not a person who has come to seek revenge."

A deep cry came from not far away, and the beautiful figure suddenly snorted coldly, an afterimage, and it was already a few meters away in the blink of an eye.

Cao Zhensong breathed a sigh of relief, slowly raised his head, and saw that not far away, a white-haired old man was lying on the bed, looking like he was the most young man from his face, and the beautiful figure with a black veil, he couldn't see his face clearly, and his clothes were leaking out, so he was lying on him, and his hands kept stroking each other.

Cao Zhensong hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

"What are you coming from?" A hoarse voice floated in.

It was just four simple words, but Cao Zhensong couldn't help but shudder.

Just because he is facing, but the famous killer demon king in the Eastern Capital, don't look at lying on the bed so softly at this time, thirty years ago, it made all the martial artists in the Eastern Capital frightened.

Even today, the younger generation knows his name.

Murder Demon King Zhai Ghost Heaven.

That year, overnight, in the Eastern Capital, six gods of war and hundreds of Wuzun were killed by him alone, threatening to find someone who could make him happy.

The next day, all the warriors fled in panic, for fear of being chased by the murderous demon king

Kill.

But later, this Zhai Ghost Heaven disappeared directly, and it was rumored that someone had seen him, saying that he had gone mad because of his practice......

"Elder Zhai, I'll find a peerless master for you."

As soon as Cao Zhensong finished speaking, he felt a death-like aura suddenly attack.

There was no time to dodge, and there was a sudden sharp pain in his chest, and he flew out directly, and a mouthful of blood gushed out directly.

"Look for death!"

The beautiful figure followed, and a palm containing a strong true qi slammed down on the top of Cao Zhensong's head.

Cao Zhensong was suddenly shocked, not to mention that he was seriously injured at this time, even if he was intact, he was unable to dodge this palm at all.

The strength of the other party is already far above him.

Just as he was about to hit the top of his head, an afterimage appeared, and the old hand grabbed the opponent's wrist and gently moved it away.

"Brother Tian......"

The beautiful figure was suddenly dissatisfied and angry.

And Cao Zhensong's back on the ground was already soaked, if it wasn't for Zhai Guitian to stop it in time, I'm afraid that at this time, he would have died on the spot.

"How is his cultivation?"

As soon as the words fell, the beautiful figure suddenly scolded: "Brother Tian, you promised me, you are not looking for it, you forgot how you came over in those years?" ”

In those years, Zhai Guitian couldn't find an opponent, and over time he fell into madness, and every day his left hand and left foot kept fighting against his right hand and right foot, and he was scarred all over his body.

If it hadn't been for the timely appearance of this junior sister of his, I'm afraid he would have turned into a dry skeleton.

For so many years, the two have been in love with each other, in this paradise, but they just ask about mundane things and live freely.

"Hehe, Xiaoqing, I just have this one wish, I promise you, just fight this time, the last time, just a try, I will be happy, come back immediately, I will stay here honestly in the future, and never leave you."

Zhai Guitian's cautious appearance made Cao Zhensong stunned, the Eastern Capital Murder Demon King would even have people to be afraid of?

The beautiful figure snorted coldly and turned around dissatisfied.

And Zhai Guitian surrounded her, praying incessantly.

"Xiaoqing, just this time, I swear, if there is half a lie, the sky will ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by white fingers.

"Let you have a good fight, you really don't think about it in the future?"

The beautiful figure asked quietly, for so many years, she didn't know how many times she had been begged.

Even the person who is looking for revenge is solved by her, and she does not let Zhai Guitian make a move at all, for fear that he will fall into madness again because of this.

"Really, just this time, I wish that I will not mention this matter again from now on." Zhai Guitian said solemnly.

The beautiful figure hesitated, turned to stare at Cao Zhensong, and asked coldly, "What kind of cultivation does that person have?" ”

When Cao Zhensong heard this, he hurriedly knelt down and replied: "That person is afraid that he has the strength of a nine-star god of war. ”

Kang Ce and Chang Tuo have four-star strength, and the six-star god of war under the joint efforts of the two can't help them, obviously, the other party's strength has exceeded the six-star, as for the nine-star, it is because he is afraid that the other party's strength is too low and is unwilling to make a move.

"Hehe......"

The beautiful figure covered her mouth and chuckled, turned to Zhai Guitian and said, "Brother Tian, I'm afraid this time, you won't be able to fight to your heart's content." ”

When Zhai Guitian was crazy, his cultivation was already in the early stage of the War King, and now that thirty years have passed, I am afraid that it is already in the middle stage, and against a nine-star God of War, how can I talk about a good fight.