Chapter Seventy-Eight: Thunder Means

Evening arrived as scheduled, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the ground, as if it were shining under the water. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhao Haochen sat quietly in the inn, his fingers lightly tapped on the table, the sound of "dong dong" was breathtaking in the silent evening, and the shopkeeper had already shrunk to the side, his eyes were pitch black, flashing with sporadic light.

The evening apocalypse was undoubtedly about to fall into a deep sleep, and the crowd in the market was in a hurry, this inn was located in a more conspicuous location in the city, and the bustling sound came into Zhao Haochen's ears.

The violent shouts dispersed the crowd, more than 20 people rushed in, the long knife in his hand flashed with a cold cold glow under the gloom of the moonlight, a man with a big knife on his shoulder walked in wildly, the fierce aura rushed to his face, and the long knife in his hand slashed heavily on the table in front of Zhao Haochen, and the solid table suddenly scattered.

"The gang leader is him, it's him!" The two people behind came forward with a fat man in their arms, and they pointed at Zhao Haochen fiercely, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

"Is that the one you beat me?" The scumbag-faced man pointed to the person dragging behind him, and asked fiercely, domineering and awe-inspiring.

He didn't expect the leader of the Bloodevil Gang to really come, but what was even more unexpected was that the leader of the Bloodevil Gang was not here to apologize, but to find a scene.

He didn't intend to take over the Bloodevil Gang, but used their blood to build a prestige, but since the leader of the Bloodevil Gang sent it to the door himself, he just saved himself one less trip.

"What's the matter, what's not it?" Zhao Haochen sat leisurely, frowning slightly, but his eyes flashed with a murderous light, "You are very rude, you broke the things in front of me, and there are no rules at all." ”

"Rules?" The scumbag man suddenly laughed, as if he had heard something ridiculous, raised his right foot and stepped on the bench, looked down at Zhao Haochen, stretched out his finger and pointed to his nose, and said arrogantly: "The Bloody Gang is the rule here, and Lao Tzu is the rule of the Bloody Gang!"

The corners of Zhao Haochen's mouth showed a sneer, and he said lightly: "Then I will teach you what the rules are!"

As soon as the words fell, before the unlucky gang leader could react, Zhao Haochen's long sword was already out of the sheath, the cold light passed, and a human head rolled to the ground, and then the long sword flashed again, and a small blood line flashed in the necks of the three people, and the three of them were about to say something, but they had already cut off their breath.

The sword light was swirling, blood was flying, and in the blink of an eye, the bright hall was full of people, blood flowed, and the bloody breath filled half of the Apocalypse City, and only the fat man who was stunned as if he was scared stupid was left in the place, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and constantly shouting in his mouth, "Shaoxia spare his life!"

Zhao Haochen's spotless white robe was still as white as ever, without a trace of blood, he casually wiped the blood remaining on the sword on a corpse, put the sword into the sheath, walked in front of the fat man, and looked down at him.

"Let the leaders of the other four gangs report to me tonight!"

The fat man who didn't know how to get out of the house, walked in the direction of home with his instinct, and the cold wind slapped his face mercilessly, but he didn't know that the blood always permeated his mind and lingered for a long time.

Pushing open the door, a stream of heat rushed towards him, and he shivered coldly, only to feel the biting cold, and suddenly a fear hit his heart, the one seemed to have ordered something, what was it, he knocked his head hard.

If you don't agree with a word, blood will flow like a river.

If I didn't have to spread the word myself, I'm afraid I would end up like the helper.

Run?

It's impossible, once you catch yourself, I'm afraid that death will be miserable, this thought is fleeting, he doesn't dare to try, after all, he has only one life.

But what did he say, what did he say? He patted his head vigorously, and after about a quarter of an hour, he patted his head, and finally remembered something, and when he looked at the time, it was less than two hours before the other man's request, and regardless of his own injuries, he mounted his horse and began to gallop in the direction of the other four gangs.

The leader of the Bloody Demon Gang, Bloody Flying Whale Yuan Tiancheng, is only a half-step martial cultivator, and he has just touched the threshold, while the other four major gangs are different, all of them have a martial cultivator of the Desolate Yuan Realm, and this Bloody Demon Gang is timid, and its strength is also the weakest when the five major gangs compete for territory.

And Huang Tiancheng, the steward of the Blood Demon Gang, actually ran to his own territory and asked the leaders of the four major gangs to go with him obediently, otherwise it would be a big disaster.

Several major gangs didn't take this Huang Tiancheng in their eyes at all, beat him, and then threw it out, Huang Tiancheng wanted to cry without tears, so he could only hang his head and walk towards the inn where Zhao Haochen lived, but his heart was scared, and his legs and stomach were shaking all the time.

A few wisps of snowflakes drifted in the sky, fluttering one after another, making the night even more beautiful, but also making the winter apocalypse even more cold and unbearable.

Huang Tiancheng, who was standing in front of the inn, shivered in the cold night, looking at the inn that he had walked through countless times, but his heart was faintly cold, instinctively afraid, his mind was like the thousands of miles of wasteland, blank, chaotic, he didn't know how to repay him, once he stepped in, his little life could be whimpered at any time.

Just when he was at a loss, Zhao Haochen's cold voice came out, "Come in!"

Huang Tiancheng was shocked, and ran in with a roll, and when he spoke, Zhao Haochen spoke.

"Didn't come?"

The beads of sweat on Huang Tiancheng's forehead were dripping down, and in the silent night, in addition to the howling of the cold wind outside the window, it was the sound of sweat beads hitting the floor like a prelude to death.

"Less...... Man...... Chivalry, Rao ...... Spare your life!"

Huang Tiancheng, who was kneeling on the ground, was waiting for a merciless trial, he was ready to die, his heart was dead, and the voice in his mouth did not have a trace of emotion, as if he was numb.

"Which gang hit you?" Wen Run's voice was like a drizzle of spring breeze blowing in Huang Tiancheng's heart, his thinking seemed to be short-circuited, and he was stunned, he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his heart, but this was not what he cared about, he only cared about his own life.

"The Flying Tigers and the Dragons!"

"Go to these two gangs again to spread the word, if you don't want to destroy the door, it's best to wait for me to wake up and appear at the door of the inn!" Zhao Haochen's eyes were condensed with the light of killing, and there was still a faint smile on his face.

I don't know why, Huang Tiancheng's heart tightened, he shivered coldly, quickly stepped up, and passed the word, it's a big deal, just beat it!