Zheng Shirley almost fainted from the slap, her ears were ringing, her eyes were shining with stars, and a bright red five-fingerprint suddenly appeared on her fair and pretty face.
"I'm really disappointed in you!" Zheng's mother threw down her hat, then took off her sunglasses and mask, revealing a ghost-like face.
Her dark eye frames were facing Zheng Shirley on the ground, like the gaze of a demon, which was very scary.
"Now, I only give you two choices..."
Her voice sounded extremely cold, full of chill.
"Either you tell me the truth and I'll kill him."
"Either I kill you now and you die on his behalf."
After saying this, Mother Zheng stopped talking and waited quietly for her daughter's reply.
Zheng Xueli raised her head, and bright red liquid suddenly flowed out of her nostrils, but she didn't notice it at all. She just looked at her mother and said sadly: "It's useless for me to tell you, you can't kill him! He is an ancient warrior, very
A powerful ancient warrior!"
"What? You actually fell in love with an ancient warrior?" Zheng's mother screamed, her anger getting even worse, "Do you know that the more capable a man is, the more he will be carefree. When he takes over your body, he will kill you.
You abandoned her ruthlessly and turned around to find another woman!"
I don't know what kind of harm she had suffered, but she was filled with hatred for all men in the world, and she was paranoid that there was no good person among men.
And when Zheng Shirley heard the sentence "The more capable a man is, the more he is carefree", he thought of Ye Xingyu. There were indeed many beauties around him, one after another, and he seemed to have affection for each one of them.
——Could it be that everything the mother said was true?
Zheng Shirley couldn't help but feel confused and was immediately speechless.
Zheng's mother, on the other hand, seemed crazy and kept nagging and screaming: "What about the ancient warrior? Do you think I can't kill the ancient warrior because I am old, disabled, and useless? To tell you the truth, I once died when I
There are countless ancient warriors in my hands, I don’t believe I can’t kill him!”
After saying that, she lost control of her emotions and slapped her face again, with a whistling wind, and slapped Zheng Shirley hard on the other cheek.
Zheng Shirley was so frightened that she forgot to dodge. In fact, she couldn't dodge even if she wanted to, but if she received this slap again, she might really be knocked unconscious on the spot.
But just when the wind of his palm lifted up her hair and touched her cheek, someone suddenly pulled Zheng Shirley from behind, pulling her back a few steps. The palm that was thrown at her barely missed the tip of her nose.
arrive.
Zheng Shirley looked back and saw a handsome and tall familiar figure standing behind her. It was he who gave Zheng Shirley a hand at the critical moment so that she was not harmed.
"Brother Xingyu, why are you here?" Zheng Shirley was stunned.
When Zheng's mother heard her shouting, she immediately realized that there was a third person in the room.
But the door was obviously locked, and the window was not opened because of the cold weather. No one knew how Ye Xingyu got in.
But at this moment, he was really standing beside and behind Zheng Shirley. He was not a phantom or an illusion.
Ye Xingyu did not answer Zheng Shirley. Instead, he looked at the disfigured woman and said slowly: "She is right, you can't kill me!"
"Is it you? Are you the man who caused my daughter to go astray?" Mother Zheng turned her face slightly to face Ye Xingyu, as if she could "see" him.
Ye Xingyu watched in secret for a long time and realized that this woman was paranoid and unreasonable. It would be useless to reason with her, so he didn't bother to say more and didn't answer at all.
Zheng's mother was so angry that she suddenly had evil thoughts and screamed: "I want to try to see if I can kill you!"
After saying that, she held up her hands and flew out of the wheelchair out of thin air, rushing towards Ye Xingyu like a big bird spreading its wings.
"Mom, no!"
Zheng Shirley shouted in panic, opened her arms, and took the initiative to block Ye Xingyu.
But the next second she was pulled away by Ye Xingyu and pushed behind her.
Immediately afterwards, the woman with a murderous face raised her hand and waved her palm, hitting Ye Xingyu directly in the chest.
Before the palm arrived, a cold wind blew up, biting the bones and sending shivers through the body.
Ye Xingyu's face changed slightly, and he could see that this palm was anything but simple. It was extremely cold and overbearing. If he was hit, he would probably be in big trouble.
He didn't dare to be careless, so he took a big breath of Qi from his Dantian and slapped a palm in the same direction, clashing with the opponent's palm.
There was a loud "dong" sound, like a big mallet beating a drum, which made the surrounding furniture buzz and tremble.
The opponent's palm force was not as powerful as Ye Xingyu's, so he flew back like a kite with a broken string, first hitting the wall, and then falling to the ground.
As soon as she landed on the ground, the crippled woman opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the floor red.
But in the blink of an eye, the hot blood was covered with a layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, which looked extremely weird.
When Zheng Shirley saw her mother injured and vomiting blood, she immediately screamed and ran out from behind Ye Xingyu, rushing over to hug her mother.
There was no warmth at all when I held it, instead it was cold to the bone, as if I was holding not a living person but an ice sculpture.
"Get out of here!" Zheng's mother raised her hand and roughly pushed Shirley Zheng aside.
Then she stood up, stared at Ye Xingyu with her empty eyes, and asked sternly: "What kind of palm technique are you doing?"
Ye Xingyu simply replied: "Dragon Subduing Palm."
Then he asked, "What kind of palm technique do you have?"
Zheng's mother didn't answer, as if she hadn't heard. She kept repeating the three words "Subduing Dragon Palm" several times in her mouth.
She suddenly remembered something, her grimace twisted, and she asked sharply: "Could it be...the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon?"
Ye Xingyu was slightly startled, but he didn't expect that the other party was very discerning and could actually see something.
But his answer was somewhat ambiguous, and he replied: "Yes, and no."
Zheng's mother was stunned and didn't know what she meant, then she yelled angrily: "If it is, it is, if it isn't, it is not. Don't pretend to be mysterious in front of me!"
Ye Xingyu shook his head and smiled bitterly, but did not explain.
When Zheng's mother saw his appearance, she thought it was acquiescence, and sighed sadly: "No wonder I fell into your hands. It turned out to be the famous Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."
After that, she coughed and spit out another mouthful of blood mist, which was mixed with a permeating cold air, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.
Zheng Shirley was frightened by the sight. She stood up again and came to help her, but was still pushed away by her mother.
Mother Zheng's grimace was still facing Ye Xingyu. She took a few breaths and asked, "Could it be that you are a descendant of the Beggar Clan?"
Ye Xingyu shook his head but said nothing.
Zheng's mother even lost her eyes, so she couldn't see. However, she was a master of Danjin and her five senses were very sensitive. The loss of vision made her other senses particularly powerful. As long as she paid close attention, she could sense Ye Xingyu.
His movements and expressions are like witnessing them.
When Ye Xingyu shook his head in denial, Zheng's mother was stunned, thinking: Who is this person? If he is not a member of the Beggar Clan, how can he use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?