What?

Although Song Weilong didn't like his nephew, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw Song Qingyang's miserable condition.

"Are you going to end it yourself, or are you going to let us do it?"

Song Weilong's face suddenly became solemn, and he looked at Xin Zhao, who was as calm as ever, and said.

"Hey, the show is about to begin. I wonder how this hall master will end up."

"I think we still need the city lord to come."

The people eating melon seeds around were talking about it again.

"Haha, just relying on you? Not worthy enough."

Xin Zhao didn't even take Song Weilong seriously. The latter was only the Seventeenth Immortal Emperor and couldn't resist his ice sword!

"You...take him down for me."

Song Weilong suddenly became angry and did not ask for the ins and outs of the matter.

"Captain, he...he is..."

A certain city guard who knew Zhao Xin's identity looked at Song Weilong with some worry and hesitated.

"Um?"

Song Weilong glared at him and became displeased. No matter who he was, if he offended the Song family in Lion City, he would have to pay the price even if he died.

boom!

Xin Zhao looked at the many city guards who were about to take action. With one blow, they were all knocked down. Each one of them looked at Xin Zhao in horror.

Song Weilong said angrily: "What exactly do you want!"

Xin Zhao raised the ice in his hand, feeling a little funny, pointing at Song Qingyang and saying: "I want to kill him, do you have any objections?"

"This knife!"

Song Weilong's pupils suddenly widened. Isn't this the sword of Hades?

So is the person in front of me Xin Zhao from Bishui Star?

It’s over!

How could his reckless nephew get into trouble with this evil star?

Song Weilong's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had been tricked by his nephew, and he immediately turned around and slapped Song Qingyang.

Snapped!

"You kid, you've failed more than succeeded, what have you done!"

"Third uncle..."

Song Qingyang, who didn't understand why, looked slightly angry. His family and Song Qingyang had always had some conflicts. Now that he was beaten, his resentment became even deeper.

"Don't call me, even if your father comes." Song Weilong looked angrily, as if he was putting on a show.

Zhao Xin said: "Don't deal with those useless things. It's the same for everyone today. He must die."

"Hall Master Zhao, please don't go too far." Song Weilong also swallowed his anger and tried his best to suppress his emotions at this moment.

boom!

Xin Zhao swung his sword again, and Song Weilong was seriously injured and flew out.

At this moment, others panicked, especially Song Qingyang, who was afraid that Xin Zhao would kill him at all costs!

"Kneel down and apologize."

Zhao Xindao.

You can insult Song Qingyang before he dies, otherwise it will be too easy for him.

Chen Yan whispered: "This uncle really doesn't take the Song family seriously."

Chen Guichen didn't dare to say anything, so he hummed softly, and he also knew that a powerful aura was coming.

This aura is quite familiar to him, that is the Lord of Lion City, Liao Wuxin!

"Kneel or not?"

Xin Zhao raised his brows lightly, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

thump!

"Senior, please spare my life. I didn't mean to offend you. Please let me go for the sake of the Song family."

Song Qingyang actually knelt down, and many people looked at him with contempt.

Song Weilong wiped away the blood and came back from outside the inn, looking a little embarrassed, followed by more city guards.

He didn't know what to say about the scene in front of him. It was best not to involve himself in this matter. It would be best if the big issue could be reduced to a small one.

"Who dares to ask me, the son of the Song family, to kneel down and get up!"

A force out of thin air lifted Song Qingyang's kneeling legs, and Zhao Xin suppressed them with a knife. The most painful thing was Song Qingyang's.

The next moment, Liao Wuxin's figure appeared in front of them. His white hair looked particularly elegant, and his eyes were filled with coldness.

Chen Guichen shook his head, thinking that Wu Xin was guilty this time, and the only thing to blame was Wu Xin's deceitful behavior, which made him lose his mind.

"The city lord is really here."

"Tsk tsk, a good show has been staged."

"I don't know how this will turn out in the end, but I'm looking forward to it."

A group of people eating melon seeds were discussing again, their eyes constantly shifting between them.

"It's you, Xin Zhao!"

Liao Wuxin immediately recognized Xin Zhao's identity, with a slightly surprised look on his face.

Xin Zhao had no intention of stopping, so Song Qingyang was kneeling a few centimeters above the ground, unable to move up or down, looking ugly.

"Xin Zhao, what do you mean, are you going to make a big fuss in Lion City?"

"What do I mean? You might as well ask your grandson what it means to eat my sister's tofu."

Zhao Xin said neither humble nor overbearing, and increased his strength a bit, causing Song Qingyang to scream.

Liao Wuxin took back his strength, and Song Qingyang suddenly knelt heavily on the ground, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard!

Chen Yan puffed up his red cheeks and said: "Shameless guy, even I will destroy him."

Chen Guichen whispered: "Girl, don't talk, be careful of getting stared at."

The table at the end was Long Yanran's table. They were a little far apart, but they could still see clearly, especially Beibei, who was very angry.

If Long Yanran hadn't allowed her to leave, I don't know how miserable Song Qingyang would have been.

"Auntie, we should give him some chili pepper water, and then let the handsome man burn him to death."

Beibei said angrily, while little Irene on the side was quieter.

The corner of Long Yanran's mouth twitched, this must be too torture, but that Song Qingyang deserves it.

Although Song Qingyang still knelt down, it was not so painful, it was very natural, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

"Grandpa, it's my fault. I deserve these sins."

From the previous contest, he had already realized that his grandfather could not do anything to take out Xin Zhao, and this revenge could not be avenged for the time being.

"You're a prodigal, don't mess with anyone!" Liao Wuxin snorted coldly and knocked Song Qingyang to the ground.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is because he does not want to see Song Qingyang continue to kneel down and show off.

Xin Zhao calculated that he had lived longer than Wu Xin, so how could he not see this trick clearly? In his eyes, kneeling or not was no longer important.

Song Qingyang lay on the ground and did not get up again. He was just pretending.

Liao Wuxin turned around with a smile and said to Zhao Xin: "Is Hall Master Zhao satisfied?"

Before Zhao Xin could reply, Liao Wuxin said again: "For my sake, forget it. I've already taught him a lesson. Brother Zhao won't be so stingy."

hehe!

Zhao Xinxin smiled.

Sorry, he, Xin Zhao, is so stingy.

"I said, no matter who comes, he will die. Do you think I am easy to bully, are you kidding me?"

"Hmph, don't be shameless. This is the Lion City. Be careful, I will make it impossible for you to leave and return to your temple."
Chapter completed!