Chapter 552 (1/2)

Zhong Ziyu, who has the same idea as Rong Ling, has to admit that he has lost.

Zhong Ziyu's hands and feet are numb, his fingertips are quivering, and his body is full of pains penetrating into his heart and lungs. These pains make him even collapse, as if he would faint in the next second.

Zhong Ziyu is in a serious situation, but he doesn't show a minute. Zhong Ziyu knows that the other side can't lift his strength, but maybe it's better than himself, but the other side doesn't know his own state. At present, he just needs to wait for a moment and take a rest. He needs to use this time to escape quickly. Today, he can't kill this man. In the current situation, it's important to keep his life.

With consideration in his heart, Zhong Ziyu has seen six ways. His blurred vision is washed by the rain, looking in all directions.

Dark night, unknown light, according to the theory, he is four eyes to explore, the opposite person, also can not see clearly.

However, rongling night vision is very good. At one glance, it can be seen that Zhong Ziyu wants to escape.

In this way, allow Leng to think a little, then know that the other side's situation is bound to be more serious than their own, which has the heart of sprouting retreat.

Rong Leng congeals her eyes. Almost at the next moment, she raises her internal power and rushes up again.

Zhong Ziyu wants to fight, but he can't even move his fingers. Seeing the other side's murderous palm wind fall into his eyes, Zhong Ziyu bites the tip of his tongue and forces him to calm down. In a very short time, Zhong Ziyu turns around, and at least half of the attack is avoided.

But the other half was also affected. He was flicked several feet away by the wind. After landing, he only felt a smell of sweetness in his throat.

Want to support up again, a mouth, has vomited a lot of blood.

Zhong Ziyu rubbed the corners of his mouth, and his cold eyes stared at the cold man in the xuanpao who was coming up. With a sneer, his eyes were scarlet: ”it's worthy of zhengemen...”

Rong Leng ignores Zhong Ziyu and reaches for his hand. He grabs Zhong Ziyu's collar and lifts him up.

Zhong Ziyu's skin laughs, but his flesh does not laugh. He lets Rong Leng pull himself. He looks at Rong Leng and laughs.

Rong Leng frowned angrily, clenched his fist, creaked, and hit Zhong Ziyu's harmless fake face.

Zhong Ziyu's head tilted back, and his face suddenly began to bleed. He licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, wiped his nose with his hand, and continued to laugh.

Let Leng say nothing, another punch!

Zhong Ziyu's eyes are finally cold. When Rong Leng is preparing for the third punch, Zhong Ziyu starts coldly: ”do you know what I'm thinking now?”

Rong Leng didn't stop. He smashed Zhong Ziyu's eyes with a ferocious fist, pushed him to the ground, stepped on his jaw with one foot, and asked coldly, ”what?”

This insulting trampling posture makes Zhong Ziyu's eyes grow gloomy. His face is covered with mud. Blood and mud are intertwined and sticky, dirty and disgusting.

Zhong Ziyu clenched his teeth and said coldly: ”you are not curious about what happened in the city at this moment.”

Because the jaw is stepped on, which affects the sound production, Zhong Ziyu's voice has some deformation, but the meaning of expression is very clear.

As expected, Rong Leng paused for a while, then stepped on Zhong Ziyu's face with a deep footprint: ”what did you do?”

Zhong Ziyu sneers: ”can't you guess?”

Rong Leng pulls back his feet and pulls up the beast to pull up the man. It's another fist that hits him in the nose.