Chapter 510

Zhang Fengnian spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, gritted his teeth and looked at the middle-aged man, saying word by word: "you are delusional, I will not tell you, you die this heart!"

"Mr. Su must have known about it now. He has returned to Zhonghai. You wait! When Mr. Su returns to Zhonghai, it's time for you to die. He will certainly tear you to pieces. "

"Stubborn!"

The middle-aged man's face was cold, and the samurai sword was raised directly. Zhang Fengnian's thigh was hard, and he slid up directly.

Flesh and blood rolling.

A deep visible bone scar appeared on Zhang Fengnian's thigh.

It's shocking.

Zhang Fengnian's body trembled uncontrollably because of severe pain. Blood flowed from his body and dyed the ground red.

But he endured the pain without frowning.

It's impossible for him to betray solo!

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face finally turned ugly, and his face became extremely cold: "good, good, very good. I like your hard bone. Aren't you loyal to Suluo? I'd like to see if sulo, the little brute, will save you a useless man after you are abandoned. "

Voice falls, the middle-aged man suddenly forward, in the hands of the samurai sword with moriran's intention to kill, suddenly stabbed to Zhang Fengnian's spine.

"Click!"

The sound of vertebral fracture, Zhang Fengnian screamed, completely fainted.

The middle-aged man didn't get rid of his hatred. He raised his foot and kicked Zhang Fengnian hard.

Zhang Fengnian flew out in an instant, and his body hit the wall heavily. A few creepy bone fracture sounds, and all his bones were broken.

At the moment, sulo's eyes were scarlet to the extreme, and a boundless sense of killing came out of him.

He vowed that he would cut the middle-aged man to pieces and try what life is not like death.

"Kill, Mr. Su, you must avenge my elder brother. You must break this guy to pieces. No, I will cut him to pieces. I will make him live or die."

Zhang Shinian roared and looked at the middle-aged man with scarlet eyes. He wanted to cut the middle-aged man to pieces along the net.

This is his own brother. Now his own brother has been tortured so much that his spine and vertebrae have been broken. He is a complete waste in his life. Don't want to stand up.

This is more painful for a warrior than killing him.

"Mr. Su, you must avenge my father. As long as you can avenge my father, even if you want me to be a cow and a horse, I will." Zhang Manjing also opened her mouth beside her and said that her pink fist was so tight that she didn't even feel it when she pinched her nails into the meat.

Her father was being tortured, and her pain was nothing.

In the picture of mobile live broadcast.

The middle-aged man took a resentful look at Zhang Fengnian who had passed out. He turned his head, looked at the camera and said bloodily, "Suluo, I think I underestimate the loyalty of this waste to you. Next, I'll see if you will make a choice for a waste."

"Now I'll give you two choices. First, I'll abandon my martial arts and do as I say. Second, I'll tear down this guy's bones one by one and give them to you. Then I'll slowly kill all the people around you. You choose a way for me now

"Of course, I'm very kind. I'll give you ten minutes to think about it. After ten minutes, I'll call you again. If I'm not satisfied with your choice, I'll bear the consequences."

The voice fell and the screen fell into the dark.

"Boom!"

At the moment when the picture disappeared, sulo's palm suddenly forced to crush the whole phone.

His face was extremely gloomy.

He's angry!

Completely angry!

At the moment, solo is just like a devil coming out of hell, and a sense of killing spreads from him.

It's freezing!

Zhang Shinian, Zhang Manjing and others are pale to the extreme. They feel that Suluo is completely like a different person.

Standing next to sulo, they are just like standing in the middle of the gate of death. Even their lives don't belong to them.

"Mr. Su."

Zhang Shinian made a hard voice from his throat.

Suluo restrained his killing intention and said in a deep voice, "prepare a secret room for me, and give me another item that Zhang Jia often uses. It's of great use to me."

"Mr. Su, what are you doing with this thing?" Zhang Shinian asked subconsciously.

Suluo gave a cold smile: "with this thing, send them to the yellow spring."

Hearing Su Luo's words, Zhang Shinian nodded without any hesitation and said, "Mr. Su, just a moment. I'll take you to the secret room now. Manjing, you can find an article that your father often uses and give it to Mr. Su.""Well, I'll go now."

Zhang Manjing nodded, turned and ran out.

She knew that time was money now and there was no time to delay.

"Mr. Su, please follow me."

Zhang Shinian made a gesture of invitation to lead the way.

……

In the secret room of Zhang Jia.

Sulo sat cross legged with his eyes closed. In front of him, there was a purple clay pot.

According to Zhang Manjing, the purple clay pot is Zhang Fengnian's favorite. As long as he stays at home, he can't leave it.

Sulo now plans to use the tracking method that the old man gave him at the beginning.

It's a heavy burden on him to use this tracking method.

But now he doesn't care. He doesn't like being led by the nose.

He likes to turn the passive into the active.

These Fusang people will die anyway.

If he didn't kill these people, he didn't know what to do.

Besides, Zhang Fengnian is his man. If these Fusang people dare to touch him, they will die.

Suluo didn't hesitate any more. The real Qi turned the blade and passed his fingertips. A splash of blood came out and fell on the purple clay pot.

In his words, he finally said: "tracking thousands of miles, chasing shadows, the world is round and the earth is round, and I think about the end of the world..."

With Suluo's speaking speed getting faster and faster, the blood on the purple clay pot instantly blooms bright light, wrapping the whole purple clay pot in it.

"Hoo

The next second, a fire burst into the sky, and the whole purple clay pot burst into flames.

As the fire burned, a picture appeared in sulo's mind.

First came a magnificent villa, followed by the continuous extension of the picture, all the way to the basement of the villa.

In the basement, Zhang Fengnian was lying in a pool of blood. There was no movement at all. If it wasn't for the pain, he would twitch from time to time. I'm afraid no one would believe that he was still alive.

"No.3 villa on Jinxiu river."

Suluo's eyes suddenly opened, and a terrible sense of killing broke out from him, sweeping out in all directions, crushing the flame in front of him.

"Then it's your time to die. I'll send you all to hell."

He drew a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, stood up and walked out.