Lin Chu half-squinted his eyes, his whole body was filled with cold and evil aura, and his blood-red eyes stared at Peng Bo, ignoring the eager stares of the people on the shore.
It wasn't until Peng Bo's strength gave out that he lifted his head out of the water again.
Peng Borumeng Dashe gasped desperately, but before he could take a full breath, Lin Chu viciously pushed him into the water.
After several breaths, it was mentioned again.
Peng Bo's heart was completely broken.
He was really afraid of water. The high spirits he had when he was on the shore disappeared the moment he entered the water. After repeated tossing, his lips had turned black and purple.
Lin Chu had plenty of opportunities to kill him, but she didn't.
They would always let him go when he was on the verge of despair, but when he saw the chance of life, he would cruelly cut him off without hesitation.
Repeating this process is like a cat playing with a mouse, or like boiling a frog in warm water. What is suffering is not only the human body, but also the mind.
Hua Yi's death made Lin Chu angry. She wanted to kill people, and even more so!
Even if Peng Bo cannot be killed today, he must make a detour when he sees her in the future!
Lin Chu's face was stern, as if he was addicted to a repetitive killing game, and he watched with cold eyes as Peng Bo's consciousness gradually blurred.
"gentlemen!"
The soldiers of Tianshu were heartbroken at the sight. They were shocked by Lin Chu's decisive and thunderous methods, but they were even more worried about Peng Bo's life and death.
"Young Marshal can't hold it any longer!"
Peng Cheng cherished Peng Bo far more than his own life, if Peng Bo was killed in front of their eyes.
Tianshu Jun shuddered hard... I didn't dare to think about it!
"Yes." The middle-aged scribe took a breath, and there was a long and cold coldness in his eyes: "Archers, prepare, kill!"
"Let me see who dares?!"
The man's cold and melodious voice sounded in the chaos everywhere, as if years of mellow wine were intoxicating. But it was soaked in the blood of the Nine Nether Hells, making people feel terrified.
Between the sky and the earth, a stern man in black clothes walked step by step across the green grass on the shore.
The man's narrow phoenix eyes looked across the crowd, staring straight at the slender body holding Peng Bo underwater in the river. His eyes darkened, and then there was unconcealable pity.
The middle-aged scribe was shocked by the man's cold and gloomy aura. His heart suddenly swayed, and he spoke in shock: "You...you are..."
"Lu An." The man glanced sideways and said, "Take them all, and kill those who resist."
"Okay."
Behind the man, a group of men in black with dull faces came like a raging undercurrent, rolling out an overwhelming murderous aura.
The middle-aged scribe's pupils shrank: "We are the Tianshu Army, we..."
"The one we are fighting is the Tianshu Army!"
The middle-aged scribe only heard the man's pleasant voice say something in his ear, and the next moment he was knocked unconscious by a stick.
Until he fell, he couldn't believe that someone in the world dared to be so unreasonable to the Tianshu Army.
"idiot!"
Lu An licked his lips and glanced coldly at the mercilessly suppressed Tianshu Army: "You will deserve to die for provoking Mr. Lin's beloved man!"
Lin Zhi's heart was focused on Lin Chu, and her eyes were hurt by her paleness and madness. Her thin lips were pressed tightly, and her expression became colder and colder.
"Old Chu." He walked to her side, letting the river water wet his robe worth thousands of dollars, and looked at the woman in the water tenderly.
"Lao Chu, let go." He said.
Lin Chu's body trembled, and he felt that the voice next to him sounded very familiar, and he squinted for a long time.
The eyes were as dark as mist, but still swaying.
Who is it?
"Let go."
The man's voice was melodious and indifferent, but it contained an unexplained distress.
Lin Chu frowned, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, going straight to the center of his eyebrows: "You stop me?!"
