Controlling the Snake: Provoking the Evil Lord

From time to time, the mace that swung past his eyes made Shangguan Haoyun break out in a cold sweat.

Under the martial arts competition stage, the brothers of the Chen family were also terrified, and broke into a cold sweat for Shangguan Haoyun who was unable to escape.

"Shuang'er, be obedient, throw away the mace in your hand, brother Hao will take you to eat delicious food." Shangguan Haoyun also thought that Lu Wushuang was the silly girl who was obedient and obedient as long as she gave him some sweets.

"No, I'm just for a martial arts competition, and I just want to beat him to the ground." Lu Wushuang said stubbornly.

Just after finishing speaking, Lu Wushuang, who was chasing Bei Tangye, happened to detour behind Shangguan Haoyun.The evil coldness in her dark eyes flashed away.

She spotted the position of Shangguan Haoyun's chrysanthemum, and pushed the mace forward vigorously.The sharp iron spikes on the mace pierced the white robe on Shangguan Haoyun's body, and pierced directly into the flesh.

"what!"

A shocking sound, the screams of weeping ghosts and gods sounded in the competition arena, piercing the sky.

The snow-like white robe was stained red by the bright red blood, which spread to the surroundings.And Shangguan Haoyun stood in place, pale with pain, sweating profusely.

"Brother Hao, I..."

Lu Wushuang pretended to have made a mistake and was extremely scared.She let go of the mace in her hand, stepped back a few steps, and stared blankly behind Shangguan Haoyun.However, what she looked at was not the dripping blood, but the mace still hanging on Shangguan Haoyun's chrysanthemum.

It's funny, it's really funny.

Lu Wushuang raised his hand to cover the corner of his twitching mouth, forcing himself not to laugh.But wanting to laugh but not letting go of laughing, it is really hard.

Bei Tangye on the stage saw the bloody part of Shangguan Haoyun, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he decided in his heart that he would rather offend his elder brother, the emperor Bei Tanglie, than the witch in front of him.It's too ruthless, with this stick going down, it is estimated that Shangguan Haoyun will not even think about sitting except standing and lying down within a month.He even started to worry about Shangguan Haoyun, what should he do if he wants to go to the latrine to solve the problem?

The Chen family brothers who were sitting under the martial arts competition saw this unexpected scene. The two brothers were stunned for a long time before they came back to their senses. Both of them shuddered, it was too terrifying.

After a while, it occurred to me that the person was injured in the Chen residence.Chen Botao hurried out of the martial arts arena to invite a doctor.And Chen Boxuan ran up to the competition stage in three steps at a time, wanting to help the injured Shangguan Haoyun to a chair and sit down, but when he thought about his injured part, he gave up this idea.

"Brother Haoyun, do you need me to hold that mace behind you for you?"

It was shocking to see the blood dripping from the wound behind Shangguan Haoyun.But when his eyes caught sight of the mace studded with iron nails, which was still deeply inserted into his chrysanthemum, Chen Boxuan couldn't help but want to laugh again.If he hadn't considered that this was the Chen Mansion and he was the master, he would have laughed wantonly.

"it is good."

Shangguan Haoyun, whose complexion was as pale as paper, gritted his teeth and nodded lightly enduring the severe pain.He didn't dare to move, as long as he moved a little, he would pull the mace behind him, and the severe pain would hit him, making him have the urge to faint.

Chen Boxuan walked around behind Shangguan Haoyun, bent slightly, and held on to the ten-jin heavy mace.

"Shuang girl, you are really ruthless." Bei Tangye didn't know when, quietly retreated behind Lu Wushuang, and whispered in her ear with a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"No matter how ruthless I am, I will make him unable to sit for a month at most. It's just a little bit of suffering, but it won't kill him." Lu Wushuang snorted coldly, disapproving.