Chapter 85: The Dream Dragon Arrives

"Is this the line between life and death?"

Outside the thatched hut, a big man coughed violently twice, swept the hut, and muttered to himself, not daring to believe that such a small place had such a big breath. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yin and yang determine life and death, I will take the first line!

Squeak, the wooden door of the thatched house slowly opened, and the big man looked in, the white mist was thick, and a trace of cold emanated from inside, and a person could be vaguely seen sitting in front.

This white fog is still the artistic conception created by Zhao Haochen with carbon dioxide according to the technology of the 21st century, in order to add a touch of mystery to himself.

In the mysterious rumors of the rivers and lakes, the big man did not dare to be rude and bowed down.

"It's the pavilion lord inside, and the villain has come to find a trick to avenge his father's death. ”

The big man gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, and at the same time, his eyes were as red as blood, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Do you understand the rules?" the person on the chair spoke lightly, his tone was quite cold, and he was not close to anyone.

"As long as you can avenge the blood revenge, the little one is willing to be a cow and a horse for the pavilion master, and he will never give up!"

Zhao Haochen nodded to Liu Cheng beside him, and a figure behind him quickly ran in the direction of Tianji Hall, Liu Cheng walked out of the white mist, guided the big man in, let him sit next to him in the white mist for a quarter of an hour, and told him that the time must be enough.

Zhao Haochen took the thick stack of materials in his hand and flipped through it.

Name: Dream Dragon.

Cultivation: Advanced in the Wasteland Realm

Sect: Loose cultivation

Weapons: Biluo Knife

Move: Falling River Knife Technique

Address: Shangliuzhuang on the bank of the Xiaoqiao River in the east of Tianqi City

Family members: Alone

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Enemy: Bloodstained Villa

Deeds: Bloody massacre of Cangwu Daomen, killing the thieves of the rivers and lakes who traveled alone, saving Xiao Baiyun, the eldest son of the Xiao family of the eight great families, in the Yellow Mountain of Tibet, killing 18 descendants of the bloodstained villa, who are still on the run.

At the same time, the information of the people in the Bloodstained Villa was also presented in front of Zhao Haochen.

Zhao Haochen also flipped through it, and the information entered his heart.

Name: Snow without a trace

Cultivation is: Hong Yuanjing primary

Sect: The young owner of the Bloodstained Villa

Weapons: Bloodstained Fan

Moves: Fan Dance

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Deeds: Alone in Huainan, slaughtering three families;**Biluo knife Menglong's wife, and forced her to death, and defeated Menglong, and is still chasing and killing everywhere.

After reading these materials, a touch of pride appeared on Zhao Haochen's face, and with a knowing smile, Shi Shiran walked out.

"Tell me, who do you want to kill?" asked, sipping tea.

"There is no trace of snow in the young owner of the Bloodstained Mountain Villa. "Menglong gritted his teeth, like a deep hatred in the sea, either you die or I die.

"After signing this contract, I will be a member of the cabinet from now on! Revenge can be avenged, hatred can be eliminated!"

Liu Cheng took the contract signed by Menglong and put it in front of Zhao Haochen, and Zhao Haochen smiled slightly.

Walking to the dazzling weapon rack, he shouted: "Look at it!"

The long knife went out to sea like an angry dragon, and he went forward, took a step forward with his left foot, and kicked forward violently with his right foot.

"After taking revenge, come and report!" A cold voice came from the disappearing figure, looking at the faint white mist in front of him, Menglong sighed, and the surging anger in his eyes was even stronger.

"I'm like this, are you still going to humiliate me like this?" roared in a hoarse posture, looked fiercely at the disappearing figure, and then turned around angrily and walked out, spitting fiercely.

The snow fell one after another, the icy cold air rushed around, and a lonely figure walked on the snow with difficulty, bowing very low, like a lost walker, gloomy and sad, and gradually drifting away......

The door of the Pavilion of Life and Death slowly closed again, and there was no movement.

In the early morning of the second day, Zhao Haochen reluctantly got up from the comfortable bed, yawned heavily, and walked out, after all, he still had to do business.

As soon as he opened the door, Huang Tiancheng's bloated and fat body blocked in front of him, and his eyebrows fluttered, and he was indescribably excited.

"Well, what are you so happy about?" Zhao Haochen frowned slightly, very puzzled.

"Helper, news came early this morning, Menglong killed the young master of Bloodstained Mountain Villa last night, Xue Wuxi, and the most important thing is ......"

Before Huang Tiancheng, who was scolding the stars flying around, finished speaking, Zhao Haochen continued.

"The most important thing is that he was originally in a disadvantaged and certain death situation, but in the end, he turned defeat into victory because of one move, and at this moment Bloodstained Mountain Villa is blocking him, right?"

Zhao Haochen's face was full of vigorous red, his thick eyebrows trembled slightly, his beautiful lips opened and closed up and down, and his eyes rolled with unparalleled confidence.

"The helper is really fascinated!" Huang Tiancheng was a little puzzled, how could the helper know, could it be that the helper calculated it?

"Okay, pass the order, Menglong will be the master of the battle hall in the future, and the gang leader can relax for a while!"

Once again, he was lazy, looking very tired, and walked inside the wine after speaking.

"But the helper ......" Huang Tian CD is a little crying without tears, you haven't agreed to join the gang yet, how can you throw this son to others out of thin air, I will pass on the order, if the brothers ask, who is this dream dragon, then even if he is full of mouths, he can't explain it.

I still keep slandering in my heart, your old man is still tired, why didn't I see it, everything is based on one mouth, that is, occasionally wandering around twice, and then going back, how can I be more tired than us?

In the past few days, Huang Tiancheng has been buried in the thick pile of information all day long, with a sad face, but he doesn't dare to stop at all, joking, if this is discovered by the gang leader, it will be fatal.

"Don't worry, in less than three days, he will definitely belong to the Xingchen Gang!" Zhao Haochen smiled slightly on his handsome face, mysterious and confident.

The darkness of the sky slowly crept in, and finally the night suddenly fell like a large curtain, hiding the last shred of light.

However, at this moment, a figure sneaked into the Pavilion of Life and Death.

"Pavilion...... Pavilion Master ......" The black figure stood in front of Zhao Haochen, a wisp of bright red blood soaked out of the corner of his mouth, and the long knife in his hand was used as a crutch by him, and he was stuck on the ground, full of evil spirit, difficult to contain, but his eyes were full of shining color.

He knelt down in front of Zhao Haochen with a bang, ignoring the injuries all over his body, the rolling blood seemed to have found an outlet and roared out.

"The pavilion master is wise, help me to avenge the blood revenge, and I am grateful!" A trace of tears flowed from his warm eyes, and a sense of death filled his body.

There is a saying that a man has gold under his knees, and only kneels to the sky and his mother.

There is a way that men don't flick when they have tears.

Zhao Haochen's gentle face became cold, and he looked mockingly at the dream dragon kneeling in front of him, and the chill made the temperature of this space drop suddenly......