Chapter 72 (2/2)

”You, admit it?”

Childe Zhao looked at Luo Chen's cruel means, bit his teeth and shook his head slightly.

There was no nonsense. Luo Chen's fingers moved, and then another friar was nailed to the ground.

”Before you arrive, you still have five opportunities to say more, say less, and think about it.”

Luo Chen said lukewarm.

”Admit it?”

Looking at the two friars, Mr. Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the master Zhao.

At this time, the Zhao family leader guessed that his son was in trouble and didn't want to admit it, but he didn't say anything more. He just thought of ways in his mind and tried to resolve the crisis of master Zhao. After all, master Zhao is much more important to him than those friars.

If a monk dies, he will die. If he recruits again, a large number of people will come, but he is the only son. If he dies, he will really be gone.

Seeing childe Zhao shaking his head slightly, Luo Chen still didn't hesitate. His fingers moved slightly, and another friar was nailed to the ground.

The man in black also looked indifferent. At the same time, he was glad that he had stopped the loss in time. Otherwise, it would be very simple to torture him with Luo Chen's means and not let him die.

”Admit it. I advise you to admit it.”

Luo Chen glanced and didn't urge too much. Since he said he would give others eight opportunities, he had to do it, didn't he?

But there was no accident. Mr. Zhao still gritted his teeth and shook his head. He didn't dare admit it. He was afraid that if he admitted it, he would be killed by Luo Chen. He didn't want to die so early.

Luo Chen sneered, his fingers moved, and another monk was nailed to the ground.

Soon, under the constant resistance of Childe Zhao, there was only the last iron sword on his head.

”Boy, have you made up your mind? But there's only one last chance. ”

Luo Chen spoke calmly.

”If you have done something wrong, you should admit it generously. Why resist? And killed so many people. Tut tut... It's really not a thing. ”

Childe Zhao glared at Luo Chen and clenched his teeth.

”You don't have to look at me like that.”

Luo Chen waved his hand and then said.

”If you admit it now, I can still save your life, but if you don't admit it, it will be completely different from their result.”

”I'll go straight through your head and split your spine in half. Believe my control, I can do it.”

Luo Chen said slowly. When he said this kind of thing, it was as if he was talking about eating and drinking water.

The man in black and the Zhao family leader were all in a cold sweat, and Mr. Zhao was scared silly by Luo Chen. He didn't expect that he was about to die.

”Come on, the last chance is about to begin.”

”When provoking others, you should think about the consequences. If my strength is not so strong, I'm afraid I was killed by the killer you hired yesterday.”

”But unfortunately, I'm not dead, and I'm very angry, so you have to pay the price. This is your retribution.”

”Causal cycle, retribution.”

Luo Chen said slowly, his fingers slightly straightened and asked.

”Admit... Or not?”

Prince Zhao's forehead was sweating. He seemed to feel the approaching of death. This feeling made him breathless. He never thought that because of his arrogance, he would pull out most of the strength of the Zhao family. What's the reason for all this? Because he provoked Luochen, a man who had let him go twice, a man he shouldn't have provoked.

It's not like that to die by yourself, isn't it?

”If you don't speak, you won't admit it by default.”

Luo Chen spoke slowly, his tone still didn't fluctuate.

”It's not that I didn't give you a chance, but that you didn't cherish it. There's no way. Pay with your life!”