Eternal Sacred King

This blow completely subverted Su Zimo’s concept of the entire world. It turns out that there are immortals in this world, and whatever the power of Immortal can be above the great power, let alone the Jade Cloud Palace behind it.

For Su Zimo, losing his name can’t be considered, but he has been with ‘Zhui Feng’ since childhood. In his eyes, ‘Zhui Feng’ is no longer a horse, but more like a loved one.

It didn’t take long for Su Zimo to come to his house.

This mansion is small and deserted. There are only a few rooms. It was a gift from Su Zimo when he was a 2-year-old entrance exam.

Su Zimo, holding the ashes of ‘Zhui Feng’, came to a peach tree in the middle of the yard and buried it.

“Zhui Feng, I planted this peach tree by myself, and you will be partners in the future. One day, I will sprinkle the blood of Daoist Cang Lang on your ashes!”

Su Zimo’s eyes flashed a little blood, and she stood still for a long time by the peach tree before turning slowly.

This turn, Su Zimo saw someone.

It was a woman in a blood-red robe. She was extremely beautiful, not charming, not glamourous, and not applying pink daisies, as if someone came out of a painting.

Su Zimo once sighed that the words of the ancients, the hibiscus from the clear water, the natural decoration, presumably this is the case.

Qing Li’s unremarkable face, but she was wearing a red robe that was not bloody, but this contrast formed a unique temperament on her.

2 years ago, Su Zimo returned home and saw the woman unconscious near the Gray Wolf Mountain Range, worried that she was being eaten by a beast, and she was brought back.

Not long after arriving at the mansion, the woman in the red robe woke up, and it didn’t seem to matter, but even if Su Zimo asked her name and place of residence, she did not say a word.

The red robe woman has lived here for 2 years, and Su Zimo has never driven her out.

This mansion is unattended. Su Zimo is not used to being served, and he takes care of 3 meals a day.

In his opinion, one more person is nothing, but multiple rations.

For 2 years, every time Su Zimo was ready to eat, he took out a copy to the red robe’s door, knocked on the door, and left.

The red robe woman rarely showed up. Su Zimo had never seen her out of the mansion, and the conversation between the two did not even exceed five sentences.

Not to mention the people at Pingyang Town, not even Su Mansion knew her existence.

The woman’s name is Die Yue, with a lonely temperament and few words, and Su Zimo’s understanding of her is limited to this.

Su Zimo didn’t know when Die Yue was standing behind him, but today, Die Yue looked at him with a strange look, hard to describe.

Su Zimo punched her nodded and walked back to the room.

Two years of contact, this greeting method, the two sides have long been accustomed to, and Su Zimo knows that he is talking, and Die Yue will not bother.

Su Zimo closed the door tightly, and found a sharp knife about a foot long from the corner, rusty on it, and it didn’t take long.

Su Zimo groped for a long time, and found another grinding blade stone, sprinkled some water, glomyy face, cold eyes, sharpened the knife.

It didn’t take long for Su Zimo to think of something. He pushed out the door and looked at Die Yue in the courtyard. “Miss Die, you take a rest today, no matter what sound you hear at night, you must not leave the room absolutely.”

Die Yue indifferent expression, indifferent expression.

For some reason, a weird thought suddenly appeared in Su Zimo’s mind.

If you talk about temperament and realm, Die Yue in front of you is more like Immortal, elegant like out of this world, 10000 things are indifferent, how can a real Immortal be angered because of a mortal kneel or not, and hurt someone?

Of course, the idea flashed through, and Su Zimo didn’t get it.

Su Zimo scooped a jar of wine from the cellar in the yard, opened the mud seal, and deliberately spilled a few spirits along the way, leading to his room.

At the door, Su Zimo let go of his hand, the jar fell and shattered, and the wine 4 splashed with a strong breath.

Die Yue saw the whole process in his eyes, and a faintly discernable smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Su Zimo walked into the room, and the door was not closed, hiding.

In the corner, Su Zimo continued sharpening his knife.

Tonight, doomed.

Su Zimo is waiting.

Wait for someone …

……

At night, dark and windy night.

A sneaky silhouette went down the high wall and slipped into Su Zimo’s house.

When landing, the movement was slightly larger, and the dark shadow rushed into the corner, and his hands were agile.

After half a ring, the courtyard was very quiet. There was nothing unusual, and Black Shadow stood up, and found the cold light flashing dagger from his waist with his backhand.

Through the cold light of the dagger, it can be discerned that this person is Zhou Dingyun who worships immortal sect together with Shen Mengqi!

Zhou Dingyun is a master who must report. Originally, he also had some fear of Su Family and Gu Zi’s fame.

Now that Su Zimo has become a peasant, but he worships immortal sect, soars toward sky in a leap, how can he easily spare Su Zimo?

Even more how, as long as top secret killed Su Zimo tonight, he will leave Pingyang Town with Daoist Cang Lang tomorrow.

Even if Su Family reacted, he didn’t dare to go to High Sects, otherwise Daoist Cang Lang would be outraged and it would be a genocide.

Zhou Dingyun doesn’t have any martial arts, but he is strong and strong, and thinks that it is never a problem to settle a weak scholar.

After taking a few steps cautiously, Zhou Dingyun smelled a faint scent of wine, and when he glanced, he saw a broken wine jar at the door of the room.

“Hehe.” Zhou Dingyun put down his heart, said with a malicious smile: “In the end, I have not experienced the storm, and I still play with the spirit of borrowing wine to worry about it. Now I’m afraid of being drunk. So right, Lao Tzu will help you. Break your muscles and torture you slowly! “

Zhou Dingyun came to the door of the room with a big sway, and saw the door was covertly. He looked inside through the door gap, and saw that there was a person lying on the bed, but the light was faint.

Zhou Dingyun didn’t think much about it, his face was open, he pushed the door open, and rushed in.

The alcohol smell in the room was heavier, Zhou Dingyun frowned, and lightly touched the bedside.

As soon as Zhou Dingyun came to the bedside, a shadow came out quietly behind the door, like a ghost ghost.

suddenly!

There was a cold light flashing in the darkness, and before responding, Zhou Dingyun felt that the neck was slightly cold, and there was a tingling tingle, and a cold voice sounded in his ear.

“Every time I slaughter you!”

All of a sudden, Zhou Dingyun’s back was chilly, and his sweaty hairs were erected.

Even with 1000 pounds of strength in his body, Zhou Dingyun couldn’t make half of it.

He knew very well that there was definitely a sharp weapon hanging around his neck that could at least easily pierce his throat.

“You, you, who are you?”

Zhou Dingyun panicked. He felt that his throat had been pierced, and the warm liquid was sliding down his neck into his chest.

This feeling is scary!

It was like Life Strength passed away a little bit, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Dingyun felt that his hair was suddenly pulled up forcibly, and he yanked back!

There was a tear-like pain in the scalp and it was almost pulled away!

“Ah!”

Zhou Dingyun exclaimed.

Under the threat of intense pain and the death of Sharp Blade, Zhou Dingyun’s legs softened, he thumped, and fell to his knees.

Zhou Dingyun never felt that death was so close to him.

“You see who I am.” The voice behind him sounded again, cold and gloomy, like a commanding ghost in Hell.

Zhou Dingyun maintained a weird posture, leaned his head back, opened his eyes wide, and looked up.

This look scared Zhou Dingyun the soul flew away and scattered.

In the dark, Su Zimo gloomy face, shaved eyebrows, where is the slightest Scholar’s confucian aura, those eyes are scary, his eyes seem sharper than the sharp knife in his hand!

At this moment, Zhou Dingyun really felt Su Zimo’s killing intent and determination.

“Well! Su Zimo lost his reputation and became a peasant. He really wanted to kill me.”

“No, I have to worship immortal sect, I can’t die!”

Between light and flint, Zhou Dingyun’s thoughts turned into a thousand thoughts, and finally all turned into a strong desire to survive.

Zhou Dingyun trembled: “You, you can’t kill me, Daoist knows, you, you can’t escape …”

“hehe.”

Su Zimo laughed: “I’m a cheap man now, and I’m about to take a personal funeral. It’s a coincidence that you hit yourself, so don’t blame me.”

Su Zimo’s smile in the dark fell into Zhou Dingyun’s eyes, and looked extremely scary.

That plain tone made Zhou Dingyun’s heart even more afraid.

“Crazy, Su Zimo is crazy!”

The thought did not fall, Zhou Dingyun felt the sharp knife in his throat move again.

The tingling came, and Zhou Dingyun’s spirit collapsed instantly.

“Sue, Second Young Master Su, please, please forgive me, I will never do evil again.”

“Second Young Master Su, I Zhou Dingyun swear an oath to the heavens. If I luckily worship the immortal sect in the future, I will never come to avenge you, otherwise I will be thrown in my heart and die.”

Su Zimo didn’t say a word, just squinting his eyes and staring at Zhou Dingyun quietly.

This silence made Zhou Dingyun’s heart more panic.

Zhou Dingyun couldn’t figure out Su Zimo’s mind at all.

I don’t know how long, just as Zhou Dingyun was almost desperate, he suddenly felt that his scalp was loose and the sharp knife on his neck was slowly moving away.

“go away.”

Su Zimo coldly said.

These two words are like fairy sounds, Zhou Dingyun as if received amnesty, and escaped from the room.

Zhou Dingyun’s palm clutched the wound on his neck and ran to the yard, breathing heavily.

After escaping from the dead, Zhou Dingyun gritted his teeth, and evil thoughts rose in his heart.

“Su Zimo is a scholar after all, but he has taken the lead. How great can he be?”

Zhou Dingyun eye shows the ominous light, can’t help looking back.

I saw Su Zimo standing at the door, hitting azure clothes, right hand was carrying a sharp knife with a long ruler, his eyes were cold, and the whole person was like a head-eater, a murderous aura.

The look with a bit of mockery seemed to have penetrated Zhou Dingyun’s mind.

The evil thoughts that Zhou Dingyun just raised disappeared instantly.

Zhou Dingyun didn’t know how deep the wound on his neck was, and he didn’t know if Su Zimo had a backhand, no matter what, he didn’t want to take any more risks.

“For a nobleman to take revenge, ten years is not too long.”

Zhou Dingyun thought so, and hurriedly fled here.