The night rain passed.

The mist dripped slowly along the gaps in the eaves.

There are no traces of water left on the eaves of the house.

The door of the Wenwu Hall was slowly opened.

Compared with the way of killing in the Demon Camp, the death brought by the ugly slaves is not at all artistic.

Because the person who died in the hands of the ugly slave had not flowed out a drop of blood except for the pierced chest.

Compared with ordinary people's killing, the means of being an imperial teacher are naturally unique.

Blood represents art in the eyes of the Demon Camp, and in the eyes of the Ugly Slave, it only represents filth.

At least that's what the Ugly Slave thinks.

When the bright sunlight shone into the hall again, the twelve martial arts sects, including hundreds of warriors who entered the civil and military hall later.

Without exception, they all died in the hall.

Very few people are still alive.

But in the eyes of living people, they can see the fear in each other's eyes.

The only one who performed differently from everyone was Su Yu on the throne.

His body was trembling uncontrollably at this moment.

The joy in your heart is simply undepressed.

Su Yu was more afraid of the ugly slave than anyone else.

But at this time, Su Yu was not only afraid, but more excited.

He was very glad that he had the right bet in this competition.

The scene in front of him undoubtedly proved that he did not choose the wrong choice.

At this moment, Su Yu could hardly help but scream, but the ugly slave was still in the hall, and Su Yu did not dare to lose his composure in front of such a person.

The Chou Slave killed all the people from the twelve martial arts sects and hundreds of warriors.

Only I didn't kill Iron Hua and Lin Wan'er.

When the ugly slave looked at Yao Lianhua, Yao Lianhua almost lost control and fled to the door.

But at the last moment, Ying Lianhua restrained such impulse.

Such behavior is stupid in front of the ugly slave.

"Do you want to meet King Xiaoyao?"

The voice of the Chou Nu came into Yao Lianhua's ears, which made Yao Lianhua Yuerong lose her elegance. She endured her fear and replied: "The affairs of the Twelve Martial Arts Sects have nothing to do with me. I just came on the promise of King Xiaoyao!"

"If King Xiaoyao has an order, I am willing to obey his order and will never violate it."

Yao Lianhua's appearance is indescribable. Su Fuyao, who was in the throne, had never seen her master in front of a man.

This subverted Su Fuyao's imagination.

Just looking at the corpses everywhere in the hall, Su Fuyao felt relieved.

No matter how powerful a person is, he will bow his head in the face of death.

Not everyone can have dignity.

Suddenly, Ao Bei's figure appeared in Su Fuyao's mind inexplicably.

Can someone like Chou Nu follow him...what should Ao Bei be the one she sees now?

Perhaps, she has never really understood the world.

Since she entered Shicha Hall, she thought she had begun to enter the core of this world.

But in this secular world that she abandoned with her own hands, the high-ranking Shicha Temple seems to be just a secular world in the eyes of others.

Facing Yao Lianhua's bowing, the ugly slave's reaction was still calm.

Just like killing so many people in the Twelve Martial Arts Sects and the Hall, he failed to let his emotions fluctuate.

He raised his steps and walked to Yao Lianhua's side.

The not-burly body, as he approached, brought great pressure to Yao Lianhua.

"The star falls, and the light shines."

"There is the breath of bright moon on you."

"The real purpose of your coming here is not for the Yuanshi Mining Veins."

The words of the Chou Nu made Yao Lianhua suddenly startle, but on the surface, Yao Lianhua pretended to be puzzled and said, "What does what you said mean?"

The Chou Nu said: "A man is about to die, since he doesn't want to say it, he won't say it."

Raising his hand, the Chou Nu's palm directly pinched Yao Lianhua's throat.

Yao Lianhua felt the actual murderous intent from the Chou Nu, and was extremely frightened and hurriedly said: "I said, I said..."

"Click!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, Yao Lianhua's neck had been twisted by the ugly slave.

Until his death, Yao Lianhua couldn't even understand why he was willing to speak, so why did the other party not even give him a chance to listen.

"Your secret is just to make me curious."

"But you made me lose my curiosity."

The last voice of the Chou Nu answered Yao Lianhua's last question, and also made the people who were still alive in the hall feel the terror and ruthlessness of the Chou Nu again.

Facing such a person, who dares to have any bad intentions?

When the Chou Nu looked at the hall again, everyone, including Su Yu, dared not touch the Chou Nu's gaze.

Finally, the ugly slave's eyes fell on Lin Rong and Lin Wan'er.

They themselves do not have strong strength, and they only rely on the twelve martial arts sects.

But now, the people from the Twelve Martial Arts Sects are dead, and their only reliance in Tianning City has also been lost.

So when the Chou Nu looked at him, Lin Rong fell to the ground.

Seeing Lin Rong kneeling, Lin Wan'er, who had been scared to death, also knelt down.

Just when Lin Rong wanted to beg for mercy.

The voice of the Chou Nu sounded again: "No one can violate the orders of King Xiaoyao. Now there is still one hour before noon."

"I think you should have enough time to write a divorce book."

"Write, write...I'll write right away..."

"I will send it to the Xiaoyao Palace immediately..."

The words of the Chou Nu made Lin Rong see the dawn of survival in the darkness, and he kowtowed and said, regardless of his identity.

But when Lin Rong raised his head, there was no sign of an ugly slave in the hall.

Even the rest of the people in the hall did not see clearly how the Chou Slave left the hall.

But the corpses all over the ground really exist.

The terrifying haze did not dissipate because of the departure of the ugly slave.

People from the Twelve Martial Arts Sects died in the Civil and Military Hall, but for the entire Zhengnan Domain, this was just the beginning.

The dead are only a few of the twelve martial arts sects, and most of them still exist.

Especially Su Yu, the moment when the Chou Slave disappeared in the hall.

The voice of the ugly slave sounded in his ears, and once again made him feel the fear of that morning.

But deep down, Su Yu was extremely excited.

Because the order that Chou Nu finally asked him to execute undoubtedly proved that his actions of choosing a position were recognized by King Xiaoyao.

Just thinking about the content of the order, Su Yu was very worried.

Looking at the corpses of the twelve martial arts sects in the hall.

Su Yu could have imagined that once the order was issued, the entire Zhengnan Region would fall into real chaos.

The catastrophic anger will also sweep across every corner of the Dali Dynasty like a tsunami.

But worrying is one thing, and execution is another.

Su Yu no longer dared to refuse the orders of King Xiaoyao.

And to the point where he is now, Su Yu can only continue to move forward.
Chapter completed!