Chapter 297 (1/2)

Lu Feng trembled with fear. If Han 3000 had only half his life left, I'm afraid none of his Lu family's lives could survive.

At this time, only he knows how much regret Lu Feng has.

He hoped that it was a dream. If only it had not happened, it would have been an illusion.

”Han 3000 was released immediately.” At this time, Dao twelve said.

Hearing this, Lu Xun looked at Dao twelve with disdain and said in a cold voice, ”what are you, and are you qualified to command me?”

This makes Lu Feng tremble all over again. Lu Xun talks to Dao Shi with this attitude. Isn't he looking for death?

”Presumptuous, shut up and bring Han Sanqian out immediately.” Lu Feng exclaimed.

”Dad, did you take the wrong medicine today?” Lu Xun is puzzled to ask, Lu Feng is like suddenly changed a person, let him feel the brain.

Lu Feng took a deep breath and whispered, ”do you remember what I told you about abroad?”

Lu Xun knows about this, but he always thinks that Lu Feng is bragging. How could such a fierce person slaughter the corpses all over the place? Can this be something that people can do?

”Dad, I've never taken that seriously. I know you mean to scare me.” Lu Xun said with indifference.

Looking at Lu Xun's face, Lu Feng can only feel the lawlessness of his son until now. Even if he does not die in the hands of Dao 12, he will die in other people's hands in the future.

Wood show in the forest wind will destroy it, too arrogant people, how can not pay for this?

”You think I'm joking with you, but now this man is standing in front of you. If you don't want to die, go and bring Han Sanqian to me right away.” Lu Feng gnashed his teeth and said.

”What!” Lu Xun is shocked to look at Lu Feng, and then delusional knife 12, is it him?

”Come on, bring him out first, and I'll try to figure out the rest.” Lu Feng urged.

Lu Xun was a little frightened. Looking at Lu Feng's appearance, he didn't seem to be joking. If the God of killing stood in front of him and came to save Han Sanqian, what would happen to him?

Unable to help but swallow, Lu Xun quickly toward the wine cellar.

At this time, Mo Yang frowned. Although he didn't look at Dao 12 directly, Yu Guang was looking at Dao 12.

He and Lin Yong were almost driven out, but when Dao shi'er came, they changed the situation almost instantly. Looking at Lu Feng's appearance, he was very afraid of Dao 12, and his body had been shaking since he entered the villa. This fear was not caused by a moment and a half. It should be that he had a huge shadow over Dao 12.

Before that, Moyang thought Dao 12 was not simple. However, because of Han Sanqian's trust, he did not investigate the identity of Dao 12. However, his influence had spread to bedrock Island, which had to be taken into consideration by Moyang.

Back in the wine cellar, Han Sanqian saw Lu Xun and said with gnashing teeth: ”let her go. What's going on for me?”

Su Yingxia block in front of Han 3000, said: ”don't hurt him, I promise you.”

In the face of the mutual protection of the two, Lu Xun had no previous ridicule and ridicule. His expression was extremely dignified. His mind kept thinking of the story that Lu Feng had told him. The bloody picture just let him live in the scene through the expression of language. Moreover, Lu Feng said that if he was provoked by such a murderous God, there would be only one result, that is, death.

Looking at the seriously injured Han Sanqian, Lu Xun seems to have seen what he will suffer, and he does not allow this kind of thing to happen.

”Take it.” Lu Xun said to the opponent.

Han Sanqian frowns and looks at Lu Feng's relaxed attitude towards them. Does it mean that Moyang has found a relationship with bedrock island to suppress Lu Xun? If this is the case, it can be too unexpected, because Han Sanqian thinks that Moyang's presence is useless.

When Han Sanqian and Su Yingxia come to the living room, when they see Han Sanqian's miserable situation, they are furious. But fortunately, Su Yingxia is not hurt. Moyang knows what this scale means to Han Sanqian. Su Yingxia has nothing to do with him, so his anger is limited.

”Three thousand, how are you?”

”Three thousand brothers.”