The messenger of Doumen was so angry that his eight-character eyebrows turned into overturned eight-character eyebrows, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot.

Look at him like that, it was like he was about to open his mouth and swallow Zhong Qinglei alive.

It's just strange that even though Zhong Qinglei had already slapped in the face of hundreds of people, his old face had been thrown out, but the messenger of Doumen was only angry on the surface, and he did not dare to do anything to Zhong Qinglei, let alone take out the sign of Doumen again.

In the case of weak strength, it is understandable that you dare not be angry.

But he didn't even dare to lift the Doumen out as a signboard. Isn't it a bit weird?

Seeing that the other party did not dare to do anything, Zhong Qinglei became even more excited. He slapped the messenger at the door several times and said, "What's wrong? Aren't you very arrogant in front of us in the middle of the night? Why are you as cowardly as a quail now? Do you dare not even say harsh words?"

The messenger of Doumen looked gloomy and gloomy, but his eyes were filled with panic.

He asked pale and said, "What are you doing? I mean, after you said you wanted to consider my request, what did you bastards do? Why are you covered in blood when you come back?"

At the end of the day, the messenger from Doumen was almost roaring at Liu Zhengyang, and he didn't know where he got the courage.

However, judging from his reaction, he should have felt something.

After all, the attitude of Liu Zhengyang and others, as well as the blood on their bodies, have already shown many problems.

Zhong Qinglei even directly revealed the mystery and said: "You are not a fool, you must have guessed it? Yesterday, you took advantage of your visit to us, which led to the opportunity of your Doumen monks relaxing their vigilance. We went to raid Doumen and killed a large number of Doumen monks."

"What? How is that possible? Where do you get such a strong strength?" The messenger of Doumen said with a look of despair: "Your strength has reached this level? But it is not right! No matter how powerful you are, it is impossible for you to attack the thousands of troops of Doumen with just a few people!"

As he spoke, the messenger of Doumen suddenly sneered again: "Do you guys treat me as fools? There is no such powerful person in the world at all. I still have this kind of judgment!"

Liu Zhengyang did not deny it, nodded and said, "If it was a head-on battle, we really couldn't do anything to the monks of Doumen. This is an undeniable thing. But, we were raided by us in the middle of the night. Do you guess the monks of Doumen know how many people they were attacked? In that case, do you dare to fight to the death and not retreat?"

The messenger of the Doumen looked at Liu Zhengyang blankly, and his face suddenly looked dead.

He was really desperate.

He already knew that he could not leave the league alive.

"It seems that I was really abandoned by the top leaders of Doumen." The envoy of Doumen said dejectedly: "The senior leaders of Doumen know that you are so powerful, but they still have to send me to be the envoy. It's just to delay time and integrate their strength? Unfortunately, you were the first army in the end."

"Oh, you see?" Liu Zhengyang was a little surprised and said, "To be honest, if you had this enlightenment from the beginning, you would not have been used by the senior management of Doumen and sent to be cannon fodder. But now, nothing has been said is useless. You must become a tool for sacrificing flags."
Chapter completed!