Chapter 541 (1/2)

Zhou Qing'er, who is struggling wildly, suddenly bites Bai Chen's arm. He bites like Mao has caught a mouse. He looks cruel and doesn't let go of what he says.

Looking directly at the hatred and fear in her eyes, Bai Chen's calm deep eyes emerge a touch of speechless.

”Enough biting?”

Bai Chen has stopped the movement, but Zhou Qing'er bites his arm and shakes his head, indicating that he hasn't bitten enough.

“……”

Slowly stretched out two fingers, toward her forehead gently a flick, an invisible force, directly will Zhou qinger play dizzy, eyes are all flickering Venus.

Take back the arm, looked down at a row of neat teeth, white Chen helpless sigh: ”I said, don't pester me, or next time I will do you!”

After throwing this sentence, Bai Chen doesn't care what she's crying like. The silver light at her feet flashes and her figure disappears in the same place.

He got out of the inn, galloped all the way over the eaves, and quickly swept away in the direction of guoshifu.

Now he is not only in trouble with the Phoenix Temple, but also with the hidden Wanchao Pavilion. In such a situation, he can't let Zhou qinger follow him. After all, the girl doesn't even have the ability to protect herself.

”Wanchaoge, I must lift your old nest today!”

Heart a ruthless, white Chen once again accelerated the speed of galloping.

However, when he rushed back to the front of the Shifu, the two bloody bodies in front of the courtyard made him look cold.

No!

Heart a light tremble, white Chen hurriedly toward the National Teacher mansion rushed in.

In the Imperial Palace, there are corpses all over the place that have been cut off by the waist. The heads of these people have been destroyed, as if they had been pierced by something. The ground is full of brains and blood. If you don't judge from the clothes, it's hard to see whether the dead are male or female.

It's crazy to massacre the National Palace!

You know, the national master is an old minister of the royal family, and he is directly related to the elder protector of the Phoenix Temple!

Through the long corridor stained with blood, his eyes swept away from the broken innards. Suddenly, the fighting breath in front of him made Bai Chen's eyes squint.

Big step!

Heart a dark read, white Chen instant into a black line, toward the momentum of the source of fast away.

A farewell garden is surrounded by dead guards. Now the national master is sitting on the ground with his dead wife in his arms. He looks at the two men who collide with each other. His eyes are full of tears.

In front of him, Mo Zhan, who had already broken his arm, was still struggling desperately. He tried his best to fight with the man in black in front of him, but the gap between them was so big that he couldn't hurt each other at all.

”Hua Dounan, you dare to fight against our Shifu. Aren't you afraid that my grandfather will level you?” Endure the pain from the broken arm, ink cut ferocious face, burst out an angry roar.

In front of him, Hua Dounan, standing in peace, dances around him with pink petals flying, which is very strange.

”From the beginning to the end, you are just a piece of chess in the hands of the Lord. If you don't win, you should discard it. At least you should be glad that when you are discarded, you still have a little value to use.”

”Use Ink cut teeth clench, the blood red in the eyes slightly a coagulation: ”you mean, you want to blame Bai Chen?”

”It's worthy of being the Spirit Walker of Shengtian college. You really have a little brain. It's a pity that you are going to die!”