I emo after dressing as a villain

"Why did you come back by yourself? What about Baiyan?" Zhang Junyan asked.

Zhan Fubo's face turned serious, "Young master, the speaker is dead."

"Dead?!" Zhang Junyan was surprised.

Zhan Fubo nodded, "When Bai Yan and I went there, it was said that the speaker was killed by a monster, and Bai Yan is guarding now."

Zhuang Tongtong frowned. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to ask the people around him. Thinking about it, he also said, "What do you think?"

Zhang Junyan didn't expect Zhuang Tongtong to ask him, but this feeling is quite exciting!Even if you can't do martial arts, you can do it if you don't have brain power!

He pretended to cough, and folded his arms around his chest, "It's just the old practice of killing donkeys."

Zhuang Tongtong looked at his old god on the ground, and for some reason, his depressed mood seemed to be relieved, probably because of his first experience, someone was helping him.

Presumably, Bai Yan had already informed Zhuang Tongtong of his identity. As soon as they passed by, everyone put their right hands on their chests, bent down and saluted, "Meet the young master."

Zhuang Tongtong said "En" lightly, and looked at the dead body of the speaker. His coat was soaked in blood, and there were many bite marks on his body, especially on his neck, where there was a very large wound. Obviously a fatal wound.

There was a woman kneeling next to her, with teary eyes and red and swollen eye sockets, she looked very pitiful, she should be the speaker's wife.

The woman cried, "It's that monster! It was that monster that killed my husband!" Big tears fell, her voice was choked and a little hoarse, "Young master, you must avenge my husband! My husband You have worked hard all your life, you can't just die like this!"

"Really?" Zhang Junyan smiled like a spring breeze, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Since you are diligent and diligent, why don't you report the man-eating monsters in the county?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole air froze, even the woman stopped crying, and just stared blankly at Zhang Junyan.

Steward Fei looked at Zhang Junyan, the young man was dressed in extraordinary clothes, but he had never seen it before, and he had no sect jade pendant on his waist. He was just with Young Master Zhuang and intervened in the sect's private affairs, so he wondered if it was the temple master who specially sent him Come here, deliberately concealing your identity.

He took a step forward and sighed heavily, with a sad expression on his face, "It's Chen's words and he won't give in. He said that he can solve this matter by himself and he can solve it by himself, and he can't bother the Lord. I also persuaded him at that time, but he just didn't listen. ..."

"Excuse." Those peach-blossom-like pupils were clouded, and his tone was cold, obviously asking for guilt. His brows and eyes were too cold, and he had a temperament as high and cold as the moon, but looking at him now made people feel chilling.

Steward Fei's forehead was already dripping with sweat, and his face was as pale as paper. He knelt down in a panic, his tone stuttering, "It's because I didn't think carefully, and I was too aggressive, so that the matter was not resolved, and I made a fuss." It's getting bigger and bigger! Please forgive me, the young master!"

"Deceive the top and hide the bottom, cut it off." Zhuang Tongtong raised his snow sleeves, and the pale golden air surged, forming a long sword in mid-air. dare not come out.

Zhang Junyan was also surprised in his heart, but then he understood and smiled inwardly. He didn't stop him, because he knew that now was the time for Zhuang Tongtong to establish rules and establish prestige.

The people who were frightened by Steward Fei were almost paralyzed on the ground, their bodies were trembling, their lips were trembling, and they couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time, less, less, young master... rest, rest...

"Zhang Junyan was about to wait, so he pretended to be nervous and grabbed Zhuang Tongtong's sleeve, and said in a deep voice: "Young master, now is not the time, why don't we kill him in autumn. "

What he said didn't make people take a breather at all, but his heart was lifted even higher.

Zhan Fubo lowered his head and suppressed a smile, while Baiyan looked away, but there was a mark that could not be suppressed at the corner of his mouth.

Zhuang Tongtong looked at his hands pulling his sleeves, lowered his eyes to hide his excessive emotions, and after a while, the murderous long sword in his hand turned into a phantom and disappeared.