Chapter 2275: Things are going to be big! (1/2)

When Zhao Zhenwu woke up again, his wife had already left, and the cabin was neatly packed, leaving no breath of her and her son.

Zhao Zhenwu sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a long time, somehow he touched the gun on his waist.

Both the medal and the sword were snatched away, but no one wanted this general with a gun. About this gun is the same as the generals in the imperial capital now. It's as many as a feather and it's worthless, isn't it?

Zhao Zhenwu took out the miniature arrow-burst gun and affixed it to the base of his thigh and rubbed it carefully. The muzzle burst out with crystal clear brilliance. Somehow, full of strange attraction, he couldn't help but open his mouth. muzzle……

”Boom! Boom!”

Someone smashed the door.

Zhao Zhenwu was agitated, and threw the gun away like an electric shock. He calmed down and said, ”Who?”

”Old Zhao, it's me.”

The familiar voice muffled outside.

When I opened the door, it was He Peng, a classmate in his general school class.

The cultivators have absolute confidence in their own strength when the spring breeze is proud of their horseshoes. Naturally, they are in intrigue, intrigue, and fight against each other.

But when it comes to the battlefield, scrabbling on a planet or even a trench, and occasionally forge deadly friendships.

In particular, everyone was blown to the top and fell into the fire pit of the generals school class. There is nothing to calculate and use. With the same illness, the friendship is quite pure!

Immortal cultivators are also humans, and sometimes they will talk about loyalty. This ”Lieutenant General He Peng”'s fortune is almost the same as Zhao Zhenwu. The two have a good temper and have a good friendship on the battlefield. Now they are both fallen into the world. It is a close friend.

Seeing He Peng came to the door, Zhao Zhenwu was still a little worried, thinking that he knew the contradiction between himself and his wife, so he came to comfort him.

However, I was optimistic about the sad look of my brother, not very similar, and frowned at the moment: ”What's the matter?”

He Peng sighed heavily, shook his head and said, ”Zhou Lifu is dead. He died so miserably, alas!”

”what!”

Zhao Zhenwu was shocked.

What they said was Zhou Lifu who was also a classmate of the generals' study class, and the commander of the Lieutenant General of the Imperial Army. He was a fierce and reputable man in the outer world of the first quadrant decades ago.

This gentleman was born as a gladiator, cruel, and tyrannical. It is said that he has won thirty-five games in a row. At his peak, he cultivated to the elementary stage of the Yuan Ying stage, and he was known as the ”ghost butcher”!

In the general school class, Zhou Lifu is also a very famous student. This man has a bold personality, a wide range of contacts, and faintly is the core figure among many students.

Unexpectedly, he died silently.

”Lao Zhou is different from you and me. I'm naked and don't worry about it at all. You are just a wife and a son. The burden is not too heavy, but Lao Zhou has five sons, and they all look talented in cultivation, and they all need them. Throw a lot of resources to support.”

He Peng walked into the house, sat down, patted his thigh and said, ”Half-sized son, poor old man, five strong guys waiting to be fed at home, how can I just rely on Lao Zhou's allowance and subsidy?

”The child's future is very important. There is no other way. I have to go back to the old business. I somehow contacted a dark arena in the underground world of the imperial capital and went to play again.

”Hey, does he think he is still the'ghost butcher' decades ago? After so many years on the battlefield, the egg was destroyed by the holy ally. What kind of a ghost, what kind of slaughter? Relying on drugs Exciting, I barely won two games. I met a tricky character last night, and I was greedy for a lot of bonuses. It seemed to say that I would endure one more round, even if I lose, I can get an extra money. I ended up playing on stage... died!

”Fucking, the'Blood Slaughter Troupe' that he led eight hundred gladiators to form back then was so domineering, powerful, and tyrannical. For so many years in the front line, the holy ally was not killed by the holy ally. You die so wretched!”

Zhao Zhenwu had mixed feelings in his heart, and he felt a sense of sorrow. He couldn't help but moved his true feelings and sighed.

”It doesn't count—”

He Peng wiped the corners of his eyes and said, ”The corpse was transported home. The guy in Lao Zhou's house was wrong on the spot, and he didn't cry or make trouble. He also said thank you to the staff in the arena. When it was almost dawn, I had to take my five sons with Lao Zhou!”

”what?”

Zhao Zhenwu was taken aback, but forgot that he almost stuffed the gun in his mouth just now, ”How did you do such a stupid thing, did you save it?”

”Fortunately, there is a family who wants to take the account. I went to his house before dawn and found it in time, but it was all right.”

He Peng said, ”It's just that what about saving it back, Lao Zhou, the pillar of support, is gone, and this family also collapsed. How should the five little guys go on the way back? Without sufficient resources, they will be in a stalemate for the rest of their lives. To be the'primitive'?

”Now all the classmates in the school class have gone to Lao Zhou's house. Lao Zhou had a good time with everyone before his death. Everyone discussed it, and we must work together to help and deal with his affairs together-we can't live in vain. , You're so useless when you die, right?”