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Chapter 1097 Bedwetting King

He was full of fear of the Seven Halls of Hell, and every time Fang Lin showed such a solemn expression, something big must have happened.

Zhu Chunshou's expression immediately turned completely gloomy, and he immediately understood and prepared to take action at any time.

"This is China, our territory, and the strong dragons are not overpowering the local snakes! There is no need to be so nervous, right?"

Soon Fang Lin returned to his usual calmness and joked.

Although the words were spoken lightly, Fang Lin did not slack off in the movements of his hands. While the golden elixir in his body was running rapidly, he was also quickly making secrets and gathering a large amount of vitality in his hands.

Just when Zhu Chunshou was about to reply to Fang Lin, he suddenly felt something tightening around his waist. Before he could react, his feet were already in the air, and his whole body instantly rose into the air with a powerful external force.

Just enough time to react, a loud noise reached his ears from a distance. When he took a closer look, Zhu Chunshou couldn't help but take a breath.

I saw that right where I was standing just now, a huge deep pit suddenly appeared as if it had been blown open by explosives.

Flying sand and rocks rose into the sky like mushroom clouds, but you could still see that the surrounding big trees seemed to have been chopped down by a sharp knife, with a large piece broken in the middle, but the cuts were extremely neat.

"What a powerful skill."

Although he didn't know how the other party did it, such terrifying power still made Zhu Chunshou secretly surprised and said with fear.

Although such a sharp sneak attack cannot be as fast as Fang Lin's, Zhu Chunshou can be sure that it is not difficult for him to dodge. If he just wants to escape unscathed like now, then

This is just a fool's dream.

Fang Lin didn't have time to admire the opponent's power, or he simply didn't pay attention to the opponent's small tricks. The moment they soared into the sky, the four silver needles were like shooting stars under the sunlight.

It flew out from between his fingers.

"My silver needle has been soaked with poison. If it doesn't come out, I really can only wait to die."

After landing smoothly, Fang Lin said with a sinister smile on his lips.

"poison?

Haha...how can you, those Chinese garbage poisoners, do anything to defeat me?

To tell you something that may hurt your young mind, I grew up drinking your Chinese poison."

A burst of disdainful sneers came from the depths of the jungle. As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow appeared less than ten meters away from Fang Lin and Fang Lin as if by magic.

Although his movements were fast and looked like ghosts to ordinary people, Fang Lin could see them clearly.

Taking a quick look at the other person, although he looked to be in his 80s or 90s with a stooped figure, he was still at least 1.7 meters tall.

Although he is very old, the other party is still very well-dressed, with a suit and leather shoes and dyed black sparse hair, and the whole person looks energetic.

If it weren't for the age spots on his face, it would be hard to associate him with an old man in his eighties or nineties.

Whether he has blue eyes, a tall forehead, or a suppressed Chinese dialect, it all shows that he is not Chinese.

While Fang Lin was looking at the old man, the old man was also looking at him with disdainful eyes and a smile. He shook the silver needles between his fingertips and scattered them all on the ground.

"Then I suggest you consider paraquat. It should be in line with your vision of poison."

Fang Lin said in a very calm and cold voice.

"They say you Chinese are the sick men of East Asia and are useless.

It doesn’t seem to be the case now! At least the one who raised the bar is the one in charge.”

Of course the man knew what paraquat was, but he was not angry at Fang Lin for making things difficult. On the contrary, he said with a teasing smile.

"The key is that you can't even raise the issue! Doesn't that mean you are worse than a sick man?

Stop talking nonsense and call all six of you brats to die together."

As a member of the Hidden Dragon Army, Long Ya's mission of protecting China's security and protecting China's dignity has always been deeply engraved in Fang Lin's heart and bones.

For Fang Lin, the old man's words were not only an insult to himself, but also a provocation to the dignity of the entire China.

So his eyes instantly condensed an unprecedentedly powerful murderous intent, and he said coldly.

"Six brats?

Haha... Boy, you are the most pretentious person Grandpa has ever seen.

To be honest, I really admire you.

You are truly the first person who didn't pee his pants when he saw Yama of the Seventh Palace for the first time.

As for the old man next to you, I recognize him. When we were in Yunluo Country, he was so frightened that he not only peed his pants, but also fainted from fear.

If you are not the sick man of East Asia, then what are you?

Do you still need me to give you another plaque, featuring the East Asian Bedwetting King or something?

Haha..." Pointing his index finger towards Zhu Chunshou, the old man laughed so hard that he almost died from laughter.

The old man's words instantly turned Zhu Chunshou's face to freezing point. He never expected that that period of humiliating history would still be used as a joke after decades.

If Fang Lin hadn't been there, Zhu Chunshou would have really wanted to rush forward and fight that damn old man right now.

But he still gritted his teeth and endured it at this time. After all, he knew very well that there were still six of the Seven Halls of Yama that had not appeared.

To be honest, Fang Lin really didn't expect Zhu Chunshou to have such a humiliating history.

While his face became gloomy again, he also instantly sensed something was wrong with the problem.

Since the incident in Yunluo Kingdom, the Seven Palaces of Yama have disappeared.

Fifty years has passed. In such a long time, not to mention appearance, even personality may have undergone earth-shaking changes. After all, people generally grow in all aspects as they age.

Zhu Chunshou was still young at that time, but his appearance had already changed.

Moreover, Yunluo Country must be in chaos, who would remember a passerby?

But the old man in front of him could. Not only did he recognize Zhu Chunshou at a glance, but he also recalled and recounted his humiliating history without hesitation. This obviously couldn't be as simple as a coincidence.

Except for a few friends who were traveling with him at the time who knew such a humiliating history on the spot, he wished he could bury it forever in his heart, and he would not tell others casually about it.

So it is very obvious that the Seven Palaces of Hell still paid a lot of attention to Zhu Chunshou during the period when he disappeared.

But Zhu Chunshou is not a head of state figure, so why do they do this?

There seems to be some deeper conspiracy hidden in this.

"It's useless to talk so much. It's a mule or a horse. Only when you take it out and run around will you know.

I'm not here to kill you, but you seven brats and Yao Chengjun.

Stop talking nonsense and call them all out. We will find out who is the king of bedwetting in a while."

No matter what secrets they have, since they have fallen into his hands and blocked his way to clean up Yao Chengjun and save Ren Yufei, they deserve to die, so Fang Lin suddenly became a little impatient and said coldly.


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