MTL - Estranged-Chapter 8 Sect Master Zhou, who was feared by everyone, was cracking every inch of his expression.

He Yingyuan was a disciple who had just been transferred here as a resident guard at the beginning of the month.

He has not been in the blood sect for a long time, and his talent is not outstanding, but because he does things steadily and does not talk much, he was arranged to guard the gate for the sect master.

It's not a good job.

Because everyone in the blood sect knows that the suzerain has a bad temper and is moody. Being around him may not be able to gain any benefits, but his life may be lost. Therefore, the position of He Yingyuan is a high-risk job. The salary received is far more than other disciples, but if life is gone, what is the use of more salary?

The disciples who follow the suzerain's side for a long time, have been influenced by their ears and eyes, and most of them are as hard as iron, and they will die without saving them.

But He Yingyuan's conscience has not been completely eaten by the dog, or in other words, there is still half of it left. Seeing that Chang Ming knew nothing about his own fate, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of compassion.

"The suzerain's retreat failed. If you go in now, I'm afraid it will be miserable."

His euphemisms didn't work at all.

Because the other party is not only not afraid after hearing it, but even more eager to try.

"Maybe the suzerain will stop losing his temper when he sees me."

He Yingyuan: ...

He felt that he played the piano to the cow, and it was useless to say it. When others heard it, they cried and called their mother. This is not only mentally ill, but also not afraid of death.

He Yingyuan stopped talking, he closed his mouth tightly, stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open, signaling the other party to go inside.

Chang Ming really stepped up happily and walked into the door.

In He Yingyuan's view, the other party is like stepping into **** without knowing it.

He couldn't help pricking up his ears, arching his waist and sticking out his buttocks, he just barely pressed his head against the door, listening carefully to the movement from inside, silently counting how long it would be before Chang Ming's screams came.

Fortunately, everyone knew the suzerain's temper. Except for the disciples who were on duty every day, there were no ignorant people who wandered around here and there. Naturally, no one saw He Yingyuan's indecent gesture.

He Yingyuan was anxious while looking forward to it, and he was a little bit aggrieved that you didn't listen to my advice. He couldn't describe the mixed flavors in his heart, just waiting for the scream to let himself hang in the air. The half-empty heart landed safely, verifying that what I said was true.

But, after waiting and waiting, he couldn't wait until he screamed.

Not to mention screaming, not even moaning, pain, begging for mercy, or howling.

He Yingyuan's legs were sore from waiting, and he couldn't help moving. He switched to another leg to support most of the weight, and continued to eavesdrop with his buttocks pouted.

After an unknown amount of time, his leg also started to feel sore.

He Yingyuan sighed secretly. Contrary to his physical exhaustion, his curiosity was already overwhelmed. He wished he could push the door open and peek inside a little bit to see what happened inside.

Right now!

boom!

The two doors were blown out, and He Yingyuan, together with He Yingyuan, was carried away by the knocked down door.

It was the most memorable flight experience in his life.

Everyone else is Yujian, ringing the bell, and using teleportation formations.

Only him, Yumen.

The person and the door fell heavily, and when the person was under the door, He Yingyuan only felt his nose sore, and before the tears flowed, the nosebleed came out first.

Time back to half an hour ago.

Chang Ming just entered that room.

The door behind him seemed to be afraid that he would go back on his word, so he closed it immediately.

The room is very large, more like a meeting hall.

The surroundings are empty, there are no chairs, only the floor-to-ceiling gauze hanging between the pillars, and there is no wind.

Several futons were scattered on the ground, some of which were still stained with blood and had already turned black. Chang Ming's eyes slipped away from them and landed on the round platform in the middle.

One person sat cross-legged, with his back to him, disheveled hair, one leg propped up, his hand on his lap, holding a wine bottle.

The wine in Ou Li was dripping down the mouth of the bottle, but the other party didn't notice it, as if he had fallen asleep sitting up.

When Chang Ming took the fiftyth step, the voice finally sounded from the front.

"This seat asked Xu Jingxian to find Ren Dan, so she found a trash with no cultivation base?"

He was gloomy, cold, and devoid of emotion, as if all living beings were ants except him.

The so-called human pill is similar to the furnace, but the fate is worse than the furnace. If people are used as pills, they will lose their value completely after being drained of energy and blood. In the end, they can only become a shriveled corpse that dies quickly. corpse.

Zhou Ke is Chang Ming's third apprentice.

At the beginning, Changming sought all ways in the world but failed. He first left the Taoist school and then entered the Buddhist school. After abandoning Buddhism and turning to cultivating demons, he took Zhou Ke as his apprentice.

He still remembered that Zhou Ke at that time was submissive, inferior and introverted. Although his talent was stronger than ordinary people, compared with the other two apprentices, he was completely different. He will go on unswervingly and never look back.

Naturally, this also caused Zhou Ke's paranoid temperament later and even now.

Before Chang Ming could figure out how ugly this apprentice's life would be, the man with his back to him had already moved.

The sleeves of the robe fluttered without the wind, and the figure was instantly blurred, and it took less than a blink of an eye to reach Chang Ming.

There is a cold hand on the neck, like ice sticking to the skin.

For others, this action was enough to make them tremble and kneel down to beg for mercy.

But Zhou could see that instead of trembling and yelling in fear, the person he had pinched showed him a smile that he thought was amiable.

"Teacher, long time no see, how are you?"

Many people hear the name of the blood lord Zhou Ke, and before they see the real person, they will avoid it from a distance, for fear that this murderer will kill themselves if he wants to. I am afraid that there are not many people in this world. You can interact with Zhou at such a close distance.

Nine out of ten people who have done this are either dead or disabled.

The rest of this one—

If Xu Jingxian and He Yingyuan outside the door were here, they would definitely have doubts about their eyes.

Because everyone was afraid to see the Blood Sect Master Zhou, not only did not crush Chang Ming's neck, he even pulled his hands back for the first time, his expression even showed a few cracks, and he was about to completely shatter.

He stared at Chang Ming, his expression changed, alternately showing first doubt, then shock, and finally disbelief.

Zhou can suspect that he is dreaming.

How could his ghost master, who had been dead for decades, suddenly appear in front of him?

Is it a delusional hallucination, or a bait sent by the enemy?

He urgently needed human pills to relieve the boiling heat in his blood, but the moment he saw Chang Ming, he calmed down, and his mind seemed to be less manic and irritable than before.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Ke looked at it coldly, as if he would stab his hand into his body and take out his heart and spleen in the next moment.

"The skin bag is good. Although it has no cultivation level, it can break the bones, make a hole in the top of the head, pour mercury into it, take out the skin bag completely, and hang it at the door for people to come and see..."

While talking, he slowly laughed, handsome but gloomy, without any warmth.

To Chang Ming, this expression was like a cool breeze blowing on his face, he spoke slowly.

"You were eight years old when you joined the teacher's school. You were very timid. Not only did you have low self-esteem, you were also afraid of thunder. One summer, there was a thunderstorm at night. I wanted to see if you went to bed on time. When I found you sleeping on the ground, I thought you were You didn’t sleep honestly and rolled out of bed, only to find out that you wet the bed after touching the bamboo mat..."

"shut up!"

Sect Master Zhou, who was feared by everyone, was cracking every inch of his expression.

It's getting more hideous.

Although she wasn't so cute when she was a child, she still looked better back then.

Chang Ming thought so.

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Small theater unrelated to the main text:

A: Extraordinary! Seeing the blood sect suzerain Zhou can be crazy!

B: Are you kidding me, the devil will go crazy?

A: It's more real than pearls. My aunt's cousin and uncle's second uncle are meeting the Blood Sect to help cook. The news is absolutely true!

B: How crazy, tell me!

A: I don't know either, but I heard that Zhou Zongzhu repeated a sentence every day.

B: What do you say?

A: Why are you alive? How did you survive? How did you survive?