God level funny comparison system

"Yin San, don't be nervous, kill that brat first, he just has some strength, after being intoxicated by the incense of drunkenness, it would take a long time for a master in the psychic stage to recover, let alone him." After a short pause, the butler Leng Commander Yin San said.

Zhang Long smiled charmingly, but did not speak, and continued to support Lin Yanran to stand where he was.

Hearing this, a sinister smile appeared on Yin San's face, and holding the dagger, he walked around Meng Hongchen and walked towards Zhang Long.

"You, what do you want to do?" Lin Yanran next to Zhang Long was anxious, looking at Yin San who was approaching, her tender body trembling instinctively, she stared at her beautiful eyes and shouted: "I tell you, my father is Lin Tian , Zhang Long's father is Zhang Tiande, and his grandfather is Zhang Lei, if you dare to touch him, it will not end well."

"Yin San! This matter has nothing to do with Zhang Long, let him go, what is coming at me!" Meng Hongchen also became nervous, Zhang Long was only a child, and in Meng Hongchen's eyes at this time, he was just a talent Bufan's younger brother, and the only one who could save the younger sister, how could she bear to watch Zhang Long being killed by these guys, besides, this matter had nothing to do with Zhang Long.

"Hehe...haha..." Seeing Meng Hongchen's nervous tears about to fall, Steward Leng laughed again, "My eldest lady, you are too naive, a guy like Zhang Long, How could I let him go? He is extremely talented and has a very rampant temper. If you let him go, wouldn’t it be letting the tiger go back to the mountain? No need to struggle. No one can survive today except your little sister. Of course, your little sister will also be killed by me in the future. The Soul Devouring Gu has completely turned into a living dead, under my control. Haha..."

"Hey... Brat, weren't you crazy before? It's a pity, what a talent, the key is to use your brain." Looking back at Leng Steward, Yin San also smiled sinisterly. In front of the dragon, the dagger in his hand was slowly raised.

"Zhang Long, I'm sorry, it's Sister Hongchen who caused you trouble..." Meng Hongchen in front of him closed his eyes, and tears rolled down again.

"It's a pity, it's a pity..." Looking at the sharp knife Yin San raised, Mu Fan also looked up to the sky and sighed.

Lin Yanran grasped Zhang Long's arm tightly, a trace of fear floated in her round beautiful eyes, and her delicate body trembled even more.

Only Zhang Long still had a calm expression.

"Stinky boy, go to hell, see if you can still smile!" Suddenly, Yin San's eyes turned hard, and the sharp knife in his hand suddenly dropped.

"Bang!" There was a dull sound, and under the natural light in the room, ripples spread out in a circle.

An afterimage fluttered in front of Zhang Long, he raised his palm, and accurately held Yin San's fallen arm.

Yin San's palm holding the dagger stopped in the air, his eyes widened instantly, his arms trembled, and Zhang Long's hand was emitting extremely strong force, which made him unable to break free from the opponent's palm.

There was a trace of fear in Yin San's eyes, his mouth was wide open, and he froze in place all of a sudden. The young star in front of him had clear eyes, his eyes were like knives, and his palms were as strong as iron hoops. Woolen cloth?

However, the drunken fragrance was released by Yin San himself, and looking at the others, they were all powerless and unable to move. How did this kid do it? Could it be that he, like himself and Steward Leng, had already taken the antidote?
For a short time, Steward Leng also froze in place, with his mouth slightly open, not knowing how to explain the scene in front of him.

"Tsk tsk, Master Yin, you seem to be sweating. Didn't you smile happily before?" Zhang Long spoke, with a slightly evil smile in his refreshing voice, looking at Yin San's eyes. A touch of banter.

All of a sudden, Meng Hongchen and Mu Fan also heard Zhang Long's angry voice, opened their eyes suddenly, and looked back with difficulty. The heart trembled violently again.

"Zhang, Zhang Long, you, are you not poisoned?"

"My God, this, how is this possible, Master Zhang, how did you do it?"

Meng Hongchen and Mu Fan asked one by one.

The butler Leng swallowed with a thud, his eyes stared straighter, and he also wanted to know why.

Zhang Long smiled calmly, and after sweeping his eyes over a few people, he said leisurely: "It's just a drunken fragrance, nothing to worry about, I am invulnerable to all poisons."

Invulnerable to all poisons...

People gasped again. In this world, is there really a person who is invulnerable to all poisons?Rao Meng Hongchen, who has been nourishing his body with all kinds of rare and exotic herbs in Wanyao Pavilion all year round, can't reach this state.

Of course, Zhang Long is not really invulnerable to all poisons, but after the Zuishenxiang entered his body, he was detected by the Zhijian system, and the Zhijian system can burn all the energy, which is of course enough to deal with the mere Zuishenxiang. Poisonous gas, it is impossible to wait for the poisonous gas to play a role in the body before it all dissipates without a trace.

"噗...uh..." Just as people lost their minds, Zhang Long raised his palm suddenly and heard a creepy sound, and the dagger in Yin San's hand directly stabbed his chest.

A stream of blood flew out, staining Yin San's large white suit on his chest red, and the unprepared pain caused Yin San's eyes to tremble. He looked at Zhang Long, and there was a trace of panic in the doubt in his eyes.

"You want to kill me?" Zhang Long's face became fierce, he stared at Yin San's eyes and said, "Just now I was upset with you, if it wasn't for disturbing Meng Bingya, how could you live till now? Get out of here Lord's."

"噗!" Zhang Long's words fell, and he pulled hard in his hand again, and Yin San pulled out the dagger by himself, and at the moment when a column of blood spurted out, Zhang Long suddenly let go of the other party, and alone The hands became palms, and they were clapped out heavily.

"Bang!" A circle of slightly red lights spread out, and Yin San flew out backwards, and that column of blood flew out more violently, forming a rainbow of blood, which sprinkled under the light.

"Plop." After flying a few meters, Yin San slammed into the wall next to the door, and his figure slid down softly against the wall, and then trembled suddenly, getting slower and slower. , until completely motionless, and at this moment, the look in the eyes completely dissipated, but still looking in Zhang Long's direction, there was a trace of deep horror in the empty eyes.

Zhang Long didn't even look at Yin San who was dead, he gently helped Lin Yanran who was also in a daze to sit on Meng Bingya's bed, then started and walked towards the butler Leng.

Under the light, his vest and shorts are very eye-catching, and he has nothing to do with the name of the master. The slippers made a rattling sound when he slapped the ground, and he even looked a little funny, but, such a funny boy turned into Meng Hongchen Wait for the last straw.

No, the savior!

Looking at Zhang Long passing by, the eyes of Mu Fan, who was sitting on the ground, were shining again, as if he had returned to his youth after being decades younger, his shining eyes seemed to be the first time he saw the dream in his heart. goddess.

"A master, a real master, a genius who is rare in a thousand years, with profound cultivation, superb medical skills, intelligent talent, and invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, this...hehe...my old man is really eye-opening..." He watched Looking at Zhang Long, he spoke with great excitement, saliva flying everywhere.

Zhang Long ignored it. When he came to the opposite side of Steward Leng, he lit a cigarette, exhaled faint blue smoke, looked at Steward Leng playfully and said, "How do you plan to die?"

"Deng Deng." Leng Butler automatically took two steps back, scared.

He really looked down on Zhang Long before, and even suspected that Zhang Long's cultivation that did not match his age was due to some unknown weapon, but now, he had to believe that the ugly boy in front of him was just like what Mu Fan said Same, a once-in-a-thousand-year genius, monster, pervert!

He knew that with Zhang Long around, the plan in his mind was completely destroyed.

"Zhang Long, Brother Zhang Long, don't, don't kill him. First, ask him why he hurt my little sister. I think, I think there is a bigger force behind him, otherwise, he would not have such courage." , Meng Hongchen struggled and said, the words "Brother Zhang Long" are more cordial than before.

Hearing this, Zhang Long blinked and said, "That's right." After a short pause, he looked at Steward Leng again, and said leisurely, "Then tell me, who told you to do it? Be careful, Then I will make your death easier."

"Hehe...haha..." Steward Leng laughed suddenly, the laughter was extremely crazy, then he stared at Zhang Long with blood in his eyes and said: "Stinky boy, do you think I'm afraid of you? I don't have anything Will say, hehe...uh..."

Before the last laugh fell, Steward Leng's eyes suddenly widened, and the bloodshot eyes welling up in his eyes suddenly turned black, and immediately spread all over his eyeballs.

Then, his whole body stiffened, and he fell slowly.

"He has taken poison!" On the other side, Mu Fan exclaimed, "What an evil and vicious organization, the forces behind this Butler Leng must be extremely vicious, otherwise, with Steward Leng's temperament, he would not rather die than submit, he must be afraid of the forces behind it. "

"Plop." Steward Leng's fat body fell straight on the ground without making a sound.

"He just died like this?" Behind, Meng Hongchen frowned, staring at Butler Leng's corpse unwillingly, "How many years has he caused my little sister to suffer, and he still wants to control my Mengjia and even use it to control me. He's dead, it's too cheap for him."

It was indeed too cheap for him, and Zhang Long thought so too.

He glanced back at Meng Bingya on the bed. She was only eighteen or nineteen years old, the same age as a flower. Such a pure and holy woman was made to lie on the bed all day long and fight against poison. Torture is an unimaginable pain. If the murderer commits suicide so easily, it is really not cost-effective.

Looking back, Zhang Long looked at the fat man on the ground, took a light breath, and a habitual evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I didn't even agree, how could he die, hehe... Isn't he stubborn? Let's see how long he can be stubborn."