A deep sword mark left on her face, and blood flowed down her cheeks.

A scream rang out in the old ghost's tent.

The guards in the entire base were farther away when they heard the sound.

Wang Wuyi covered her face with trembling hands and said, "Why... why?"

Zhao Zheng's long sword was immersed in the scabbard, moved into his left hand, and said softly:

"Someone said that my master had the idea of ​​accepting you as his disciple."

"But you refused."

"Maybe my master just started to make a quick decision and mentioned it casually."

"But no one can refuse my master. If there is any, if the master has something to do, the disciple will accept his efforts."

Zhao Zheng didn't think this sword was so cruel.

There were rules in the Warring States Period.

If the following offenders commit the crime, the crime should be punished.

The elders dare not refuse; the kings give it to him, so please accept it.

If the king wants his minister to die, his minister has to die, let alone others.

If you don’t follow the rules, you will always have to pay a price.

"Do you want me to help?"

The old ghost smiled cruelly on the side, and he added with a wicked smile:

"I have at least a thousand ways to make her live worse than death."

In an instant, the long sword in Zhao Zheng's hand went from left hand to right hand, and the sword body slapped the old ghost's face hard, slapped the old ghost's face into deformation.

The old ghost was overturned.

But he didn't dare to make a sound, he just covered his deformed cheek with one hand.

"I can bully the person my master likes, but what are you?"

Zhao Zheng looked at the person in front of him coldly. In his eyes, even the barbarians outside the frontier looked more pleasing than the scammers in front of him.

"You are not as good as her!"

Zhao Zheng held a long sword in his hand and looked at Wang Wuyi faintly.

"If she died like this, people in the world would think that my master had no vision."

"So, she needs to be the best to prove that my master is right."

"she?"

The old ghost was stunned. What is the logic?

"What if I don't?"

Wang Wuyi covered her face and looked at Zhao Zheng coldly.

Zhao Zheng smiled.

"What's your name?"

"Old ghost!"

"Don't you try your methods?"

Wang Wuyi's blood seemed to condense in an instant.

"No! No! No! I promise you, I promise you."

Zhao Zheng looked at her coldly and said:

"Now, shut up!"

Wang Wuyi shut up instantly.

Then Zhao Zheng's eyes turned back to the old ghost.

"Now, we continue our topic."

"What are you going to do?"

The old ghost's face, which had originally smiled grimly, suddenly became stiff.
Chapter completed!