"This deal is a good deal no matter how you calculate it."
Unable to restrain his joy, Fu Baikuang turned around and walked into the secret room.
"Creak."
The door is closed tightly, and a cool breeze blows.
Then, he saw an old young man wearing a black robe sitting on the futon where he usually meditated and adjusted his breath.
When he was less than thirty years old, his bangs covered half of his eyes.
Smiling but not smiling, with playful eyes.
His appearance is average. To be precise, he can't be said to be handsome, but he feels very comfortable and delicate.
"you......"
After retreating in horror, Fu Baikuang slapped a palm involuntarily.
In the forbidden area of the Fujia family, and in his secret room with multiple layers of formations, someone could break into it without anyone noticing, hiding from his perception of the 18th level of martial arts. How ridiculous is this?
"boom."
The wind in your palm is like a wave, overwhelming mountains and seas.
It was a hasty attack, which at least accumulated the seventeenth level of Fu Baikuang's martial arts.
However, the wind stopped and dispersed, and it passed in an instant.
The mature young man was still sitting calmly on the futon, his smile getting brighter.
Ridicule, disdain, and even raise your index finger at him in provocation.
The next moment, he swept across with one finger, and the sword shadow shuttled back and forth.
"boom."
Fu Baikuang's sternum collapsed, directly smashing the wooden door into pieces.
The severe pain caused his vision to become blurry, and he could only see a black shadow moving not far away. It was difficult to tell whether it was a human or a ghost.
"I killed Fu Junxin, and I killed Fu Changxiao."
"Yes, I also killed Fu Yingguan last night."
"And you..."
The big cool hand slapped Fu Baikuang's face one after another, and the mature young man said casually: "You will end up like them, you will lose your soul."
"but......"
When the conversation changed, he grabbed Fu Baikuang's collar, threw him back to the futon and said, "I really want to know who the Luo family senior you are talking about is, whether he is a boy or a girl, and what realm he comes from."
"Buzz buzz."
While speaking, a trace of demonic power emerged.
It split into two, one formed into a soundproof formation to cover the secret room, and the other penetrated into Fu Baikuang's eyebrows with lightning speed.
"Ah, senior, senior, spare my life."
The breath of death came, and he could not move his whole body. Fu Baikuang, who was frightened and frightened, desperately begged for mercy.
I hope the other party can show mercy and give him a way out.
"What's the use of keeping you? Will you continue to join forces with the Luo family to destroy the Wei family?"
Suning, who came to Nanpeicheng overnight, asked jokingly, unmoved and said: "After extracting your memory, I can't see any value in you that is beneficial to me."
"so......"
"Oh, let's go."
After half a stick of incense, the soundproof formation disappeared.
Suning took away Fu Baikuang's storage bag and swept away all the secular treasures in the secret room that could be seen.
Just because he doesn't need the things doesn't mean that he can't exchange them for money to buy demon cores and demon pills, or give them as rewards to Lu'er and Wei Rong, who have been serving him for more than three months.
"The woman in the purple skirt went to the Luo family a year ago."
"She instigated the Luo family to annex the Wei family, creating the illusion that the ancestors of the Wei family failed to overcome the tribulation.
"In fact, she killed the ancestor of the Wei family with her own hands just to teach the Wei family a lesson."
"The reason is that Wei Fangbo, the unsatisfactory prodigal son of the ancestor of the Wei family, once spoke rudely to women and played some rogue tricks."
"Afterwards, he screamed that no one in Dongluo dared to touch a hair on his head. Sooner or later, he would take the woman in the purple dress home and humiliate him."
Putting her hand on her forehead, Suning understood the cause and effect from Fu Baikuang's memory and smiled bitterly. She couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a cheating thing."