City of Invincible War Gods

This kind of thing is really hard to believe, but this is the fact.

In fact, Li Wanjun's cultivation of skills should not be said to be Gongfa, but should be said to be similar to the existence of Zi Mu puppet.

Its work is Yin and there is a Yang on it.

The combination of yin and Yang is a complete skill.

If she practices Yang, it's OK, but if it's Yin, once it's cultivated, it will eventually be controlled by Yang. Because of the existence of Yin, she becomes the most perfect puppet material.

When she entered the grand master, her blood essence and soul were in a state of collapse, and became the material for those who practiced Yang Gong!

Listening to Li Rufeng's Xu Xu Dao, Li Wanjun's face became more and more pale.

She did not expect that the skills she practiced were actually digging her own grave.

Thinking of this, her whole person suddenly silent down, in the heart more and more scared up.

She pressed her lips tightly, and her fist was pale. Her fingernails fell into the palm of her hand with a trace of blood.

Looking at Li Wanjun this way, Li Rufeng nodded: "meet me, all this, to may not be irreparable point!"

"How?"

"Abolish cultivation and practice again!"

"This..."

Li Wanjun hesitated. After more than two years of hard work, it was definitely a matter of hesitation.

But what she hesitated about was not that, but once it was abolished, would she still have a chance to come back?

"Don't worry."

Li Rufeng could not know what Li Wanjun thought and comforted her.

"Good!" Li Wanjun nodded heavily without hesitation.

At this time, a breath came from outside the villa. The voice was like thunder: "Jiangbei Wudao college, Zhang Bochao, please see you!"

Outside, Zhang Bochao stood there quietly, alone.

The bright moonlight scattered on his body, drawing his figure slowly.

But it is such a middle-aged man in Jiangbei City who claims to be able to stir up the storm. Standing here at the moment, there is a kind of unspeakable depression.

If you look closely, you can see that his face is a little pale, and some cold sweat.

Very upset.

He couldn't believe that the man he wanted to kill would have destroyed the existence of Moyuan palace in the daytime.

When Wang Sangao told himself, Zhang Bochao knew what to do.

So he came and called late at night.

In order to give his son a chance of life, as long as he can let his son survive, then even if he is punished, Zhang Bochao is also allowed.

Time flowed by, and he didn't know how long he had been standing here.

It could be a minute, ten minutes, half an hour, or an hour.

But for him, this time is unprecedented long.

Just as he was thinking about whether or not to open his mouth, the villa door finally opened. It was not Li Rufeng or Li Wanjun who could greet him, but a very ordinary old woman.

"President Zhang, I'm Wanjun's aunt. If you have something, I'll tell you here. In the middle of the night, I won't ask President Zhang to come in."

When Zhang Bochao heard this, he clenched his fist, but soon, he still let go.

He, as expected, is in it!

Even wanzhijun refused to let himself in.

This is not to be afraid of myself, but to tell myself that I don't even have the qualification to see him.

Strength is inferior to people!

He, bow down!

"Since I'm not here, I'm going to take the blame here."

He swayed his clothes and knelt down directly in the eyes of aunt Wanjun who couldn't believe it: "today's boy offended the elder. It's a bad way to teach my son. Please forgive him for his recklessness. After today, I will certainly educate the boy well, and please forgive me!"

Zhang Bochao has never knelt down to a man.

This is the only time, so that, at the moment of his kneeling down, the look of unwilling and resentment in his eyes, though not sent out, still exists.

Aunt Wanjun didn't know what was going on, so she quickly went in and apparently told Li Wanjun.

Zhang Bochao was waiting for a reply, but no one came out again.

The anger in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. He knew that such behavior could not satisfy the person in the room.

He was struggling at the thought.

Hoarse voice from his mouth, spread throughout the villa: "I go back, this will break the dog's leg, I believe, from today on, this will never happen again!"But still quiet.

With the passage of time, his heart became more and more heavy.

"Not enough?"

He raised his head, looked at the closed door in front of him, and clenched his fist: "that's my only son. Do you really want him to die?"

He's looking forward to, expecting that person to say, step down!

Once he opened his mouth, he knew that his son had escaped.

But no, except for the first time when the old woman came out once, the door was closed as if there was no one inside.

Time, minutes and seconds passed.

A whole hour.

Zhang Bochao slowly stood up, looked at the gate, and finally, turned away!

When he left, he was a bit of a depressed figure, trembling constantly, and his heart seemed to have made some determination!

Until, the figure disappeared in the moonlight.

In the villa, Li Wanjun looks at Zhang Bochao who leaves and Li Rufeng.

He opened his mouth: "teacher, why don't you speak? You said that if they sincerely repent, you will let them go, but he is not..."

Confession?

Listen to this, Li Rufeng gently smile.

This is Li Wanjun's affair. In the final analysis, there is no matter of his own.

But now, it's no longer her business.

If this chapter Bodao really repents, it's OK, but is it true?

That pair of unwilling eyes, but very familiar with it!

People with such eyes will not really yield like this!

If caught such a glimmer of opportunity, Li Rufeng believes that he will definitely jump forward directly, bite himself hard, and then, without hesitation, take his own life.

Just like his enemies, this is not the posture of a man who gives in!

As for saying, if you really ask for a favor, you should bring that chapter of Zhongting.

It's not like this at the moment, from beginning to end, preparing for a crash.

This makes Li Rufeng have to understand that he is afraid that he has already done a good job for himself!

Zhang family!

The lights are on now!

Zhang Zhongting sat on the chair trembling, pale, eyes looking out of the door from time to time. His mother was also there, or should be said, dozens of people in the whole Zhang family were here.

He never thought that the one who beat his master in the daytime would be that one.

"He is obviously just a person of ordinary people. How could he How can it be

He murmured in his heart and felt as if he had been pricked by a needle.

It was the eyes of the people, and obviously knew what he had caused.

Of course, he didn't care about their eyes.

Which one of them was not given to them by his father?

Even if it's death, who dares to say anything?

He was upset that he didn't know the result of his father's visit.

At the same time, he suddenly stood up, and all the people also stood up. At the door, Zhang Bochao came in with a gloomy face!