Chapter 627: you choose

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Having torn the gap, he naturally followed the trend, Zhou Shu followed the heavy golden sword and fell in front of Kong Jieren.

Looking at Kong Jieren who was still dazed, and then at the Wuzhe book in his hand, Zhou Shu closed the slips casually.

The defensive barrier disappeared immediately.

Wuzhengshu, such a powerful fifth-order magic weapon, a coveted treasure, was right in front of him, but Zhou Shu didn't look at it again.

He knew that he couldn't **** Wuzhengshu over, even if it was just casual, he could do it easily.

With such a crime, to obtain such a magic weapon, it will inevitably become the target of the Confucian family and even most of the Nascent Soul Divine Realm monks. Since it is impossible to keep it, it will only cause a murderous disaster, so why take it? You must know that if you cannot resist the temptation for a while, you will undoubtedly die. Countless cultivators will die because of this greed.

Kill all these people?

It is conceivable but not to be done, because it is impossible to do without traces. An aristocratic family like Kong Jieren must have left things like natal soul lamps in the family. As long as something happens, the family will soon know.

"do not move."

The pressure on the heavy gold sword released, completely suppressing Kong Jieren, almost unable to move.

"You... what do you want to do?"

Seeing the long sword hanging in front of him, Kong Jieren's face turned pale, and he couldn't help being flustered and repeatedly yelled at him, but at this time he also truly understood the difference in strength between himself and Zhou Shu. Without the Wuzheng Book, he was far behind. , He did not dare to struggle more, and did not ask for help.

The black-clothed repairmen behind him walked a few steps closer, with a lot of worry on their faces, but they threw a rat-inhibited device, and didn't dare to get too close when they wanted to come over, they just kept shouting there.

"Master, don't mess around!"

"Master Confucius is the young master of the Confucian family of Qu Yun. His position is respected. If you hurt him, the master will never let you go!"

"Harmony is expensive, and harmony is expensive."

"If there is any misunderstanding, just talk about it, don't really do it."

...

Zhou Shu stared at Kong Jieren with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Master Kong, are you willing to leave?"

"Why do you want me to go, I won't go, what can you do? You dare not even move my magic weapon, and you dare to do it to me?"

Hearing the words of his entourage, Kong Jieren's panic gradually dissipated, and suddenly became arrogant again, as if he had taken Zhou Shu's position, thinking that Zhou Shu could do nothing about him.

It is rare for aristocratic children to do such a rogue behavior, but Zhou Shu was not surprised.

"Is it?"

Zhou Shu smiled slightly, but that smile was cold, "It's really regrettable."

Of course, it wasn't just a sneer, the coercion was doubled, and the powerful spiritual consciousness poured out like a waterfall.

At such a close distance, and cast without reservation, his spiritual sense immediately suppressed Kong Jieren.

In an instant, Kong Jieren’s spiritual consciousness was completely separated by Zhou Shu, and he was completely covered. He could hardly feel the situation outside, and even his mind was a little unclear, as if he had fallen into the cold winter ice cellar, and his whole body was cold. There was a cold spring, and the body couldn't help shaking.

He had never encountered this kind of situation before, and he was completely suppressed in his strongest consciousness, and he couldn't even think of it.

The fear of Zhou Shu rose to another level.

Kong Jieren's face paled, "What do you want to do... Save me..."

He tried to get rid of the suppression, but he couldn't do it. His spiritual consciousness was not as good as Zhou Shu. Even if he was trained with the Renwang Art, he could only protect himself at this time, and he didn't have any spare energy to fight back to break through Zhou Shu's spiritual consciousness. Surrounded by.

"No one can hear it, you'd better keep your manners."

Zhou Shu put down the heavy golden sword, grabbed the Wuzheng book with ease, stroked his hand a few times, and was quite intoxicated, "It's a magic weapon, who wouldn't want it?"

"You dare to take it, you will never live in peace!"

Kong Jieren shouted loudly, but the voice was a little pale, but he had no other choice but to shout.

"Don't worry, I just borrowed it to play for a few days and will not keep it. However, I will give it to Tianjianmen or Cihangzong. I think they will be happy to accept the book of Wuzheng. After all, it was given by someone else. Yes, instead of grabbing it by himself, there will be no trouble..." He paused, looked at Kong Jieren, and smiled, "You said, if they get the Wuzheng Book, will they return it to the Kong family? "

"Why... why did you do this?"

Kong Jie was a little sluggish, he didn't think Zhou Shu would do this, don't give it to others without controversy.

But once Wuzhengshu really falls into the hands of the Dazong Sect, it will be difficult even for the Confucian family to want to come back, especially if it was given away for nothing. The Dazong Sect has no fault at all, and there are enough reasons not to return it. Even if it is still, it will definitely strike a stroke.

"I like."

Zhou Shu didn’t look at him, and continued talking, as if talking about a very common thing, "Wu Zheng Shu is lost in your hands. Will the Confucian family still treat you as the young master? I think, probably not. Now, even if you are still, I’m afraid that there is no prestige, and no one will convince you and listen to you. What a pity."

Kong Xieren was shocked, startled and terrified.

Losing the family treasure, no matter what the circumstances, even as his young master, is difficult to forgive, especially now that the Kong family has few family treasures.

"You don't have to doubt, I will really do this if you really don't want to leave."

Zhou Shu's voice became cold again, as icy.

Feeling the infiltration of the cold air a little bit, it was almost impossible to withstand it, Kong Jieren couldn't stop the fear in his heart, hesitated and said, "I..."

"Don't hesitate, just say whether you want it or not."

Pop, pop!

Two consecutive beeps The pen in his hand broke into three pieces, and it fell into the air and disappeared.

Zhou Shu put down the heavy gold sword and said slowly, "Do you want to be like this pen? If you continue to anger me, I don't guarantee that I will continue to talk to you peacefully."

Holding the bare penholder, Kong Jie had more fear in his heart and looked around, but his consciousness was blocked, and he could only see the anxious expression under the follower's door, but he could not hear any voice other than Zhou Shu. I don't know what to do. .

It's also retribution. He is always arbitrary, but at a critical moment when he wants to hear other people's opinions, he can't.

"what are you doing!"

"How dare you take the initiative to take the initiative, don't you want to live!"

"Stop!"

The black-clothed repairer was shocked immediately and almost wanted to step forward.

Zhou Shu didn't care, and didn't look at them too much. Even if they went together, Zhou Shu had nothing to fear, not to mention that they didn't dare.

As a sect, the master's family is under control. They can't think of a good way to save people, and if they don't want something in the master's family, they can only wait by the side.

"Have you considered it clearly?"

Zhou Shu held the book of Wuzheng in front of Kong Jieren with a slight smile, "Take the book, and everyone will go together, don't show up in front of me again, or let me take the book, you choose."

Kong Jieren stared at the book of Wuzheng and remained silent.

But at this time, his defense has been destroyed layer by layer, and persistence is no longer there. He has some intentions to obey the mercy. He did not speak, but the inherent arrogance of the family that prevented him from doing things under restraint. select.

"I was impolite."

Zhou Shu seemed to understand, his figure floated back dozens of feet, but Wu Zhengshu did not move, still hanging in front of Kong Jieren.

He looked at Kong Jieren with a smile on his face, "How?" (To be continued.)

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(Sikushu)