Life script: My monitor lizard is the emperor!

Fang Zhen's gaze sank and he stared at Cheng Chong.

This was the first time he met a starfish cultivator.

But I never expected it to be so vicious.

This person has been at ease for more than twenty years, and countless people have been murdered.

Fang Zhen suddenly understood why Hai Xing obviously had a cultivation system.

However, no matter whether it is online or official, there is no such thing as martial arts.

Even...the current living environment may be intentional by the authorities.

There are more than one billion people in Tianan Kingdom, such a huge population.

Everyone knows a little bit of martial arts, how can the mere millions of troops suppress it.

Especially those who are strong in martial arts, shuttle in cities with millions of people.

Powerful weapons cannot be used, which limits the use of thermal weapons.

Now that he has broken through to innate, he feels more and more powerful in martial arts.

Last time, Mr. Xie heard that exchanging blood can block pistols.

Although he hasn't tried the power of the pistol yet, according to the power of the pistol in the video, he thinks there is no problem at all.

He even felt that his own rifle could carry it.

Of course, this may be his illusion.

It is undeniable that martial arts are powerful.

With a population of more than one billion, everyone practices.

There are always some talented or lucky people who break through and exchange blood to become innate or even golden.

These people are unstable elements and may explode at any time.

From the perspective of high-level officials, this is a threat to their lives and safety.

Restricting the development of martial arts is inevitable.

Besides, if everyone goes to practice, who will be the leek?

In society, a large group of people must serve a small group of people.

These people are the screws of society, without them society will stop.

Fang Zhen thought about it from the darkest angle.

The evolution of modern society is bound to result in this kind of development.

His mind went further.

Why is it like this all over the world?
He shuddered.

Watching Cheng Chong walk away, Fang Zhen looked hesitant.

A trace of sympathy in his heart easily took the upper hand in his thoughts.

"Forget it, let's go, anyway, it's just a bone refiner, and I'll get an order and kill him directly."

More than ten years of values ​​and ethics.

Let his conscience remain intact.

Then he followed Cheng Chong, although Fang Zhen was in a small county.

There were a lot of people, and they followed for half an hour.

Cheng Chong just walked towards some trails, Fang Zhen hesitated several times but still didn't make a move.

Because there are many people in the trail, it is now time to eat.

There are too many people out shopping.

He didn't want to be seen, carrying the name of a murderer on his back.

The place is getting more and more remote, and the flow of people is gradually decreasing.

Cheng Chong turned his head back from time to time, Fang Zhen relied on his keen eyesight to observe Cheng Chong's turning back.

Every time you dodge early, when you dodge again.

Fang Zhen poked his head out, but the figure was gone!
His heart tightened, and he hurried forward to check.

Halfway there, I heard a cry for help.

He followed the sound and found that Cheng Chong jumped to the second floor of an old-fashioned building with no elevator.

at this time,

Cheng Chong was like in a TV series, with his palm on the neck of a girl with white short sleeves and blue jeans.

The girl just yelled for help, and fainted in his arms.

Cheng Chong looked around, and jumped down with the girl on his shoulders.

He ran quickly.

Fang Zhen quickly caught up with a mask on.

Afraid of being discovered, he could only quietly follow behind.

Prepare to wait a while, and while he is not paying attention, directly attack him from behind and kill him.

Otherwise, he is afraid that he will take the girl as a hostage.

One by one, they walked through narrow alleys.

Cheng Chong is fast, sometimes slow, and sometimes looks back.

Fang Zhen wanted to rush over and kill him.

As time passed, Fang Zhen felt suspicious.

It's been half an hour, why are you still walking?

Although the place is getting more remote and desolate.

But there seemed to be no one living nearby.

Fang Zhen looked around, there was a small western-style building, a six-story old-fashioned building.

Now it is surrounded by one or two storey green tile houses.

Almost no one lives in this kind of house, which can be called a dangerous house.

Fang Zhen stared at Cheng Chong in front of him, as if he was hanging me on purpose.

This conjecture came to mind inexplicably.

Fang Zhen no longer hesitated, and decided to do it.

Just as he was about to make a move, Cheng Qian rushed into a two-story tile-roofed house.

Fang Zhen quickly walked to the door and poked his head out. There was no door in the tile-roofed house.

It was empty inside, but there was a wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

The light was dim, and the second floor could not be seen clearly.

In the quiet space, there was a sound of clothes being torn apart.

Fang Zhen entered it with small steps, lowered his voice on tiptoe, and headed to the second floor.

It was pitch black all around.

He was surprised how Cheng Chong would do such a thing here.

When he was about to walk to the second floor, a pair of playful eyes stared at Fang Zhen.

Fang Zhen felt bad.

A cold light flickered in the darkness, attacking Fang Zhen.

Fang Zhen subconsciously used his right hand to shift, and the sharp blade pierced directly into his arm.

It's just that it only pierced less than one centimeter, the owner of those eyes.

His eyes revealed panic, and he shouted in the dark: "Grandmaster!"

Pulling out the knife and retreating in a hurry, Fang Zhen felt a stabbing pain in his arm.

Blood flowed from the wound to both sides of the arm, and in the dark environment, it actually shone with a dark red light.

Through the red light, Fang Zhen spotted the man and ran towards the closed window on the second floor.

"If you want to leave, there is no way!"

Blast out with a full blow, the sound of the air breaking through the air, and at the same time drive the airflow.

Seeing that he was about to reach the window, Cheng Chong broke through the window and fled.

Then the fist wind came from behind, he gritted his teeth, turned around and swung the dagger with all his strength.

The collision of the fist and the dagger, in the dark environment, rubbed sparks.

Fang Zhen only felt a sharp pain from his fist, and then punched Cheng Chong's chest.

Cheng Chong's dagger fell to the ground.

He stared deeply at the figure in the darkness.

"You...absolutely...not just...the blood-changing sect..."

Before the words fell, he tilted his head and died.

Fang Zhen pulled out his arm, and the whole arm was dripping with blood.

He could feel that there seemed to be a scratch on the back of his hand.

The skin was broken, but the bones were not damaged.

"I'm already this powerful?"

If he didn't know much about his body and how strong it was before.

I just feel strong.

In this fight, there is a peak bone refiner.

With a blade in hand, he could barely break through his own defense.

It shocked him greatly.

That is to say, ordinary people holding a knife may not even be able to cut their skin.

As long as there are no eyes waiting for death,

Standing in front of ordinary people, let him fight, you can ignore it.

He suddenly thought of "Golden Body Refining Technique".

If the two are combined, even the missiles may not be able to do anything to him.

There was darkness in front of him, he interrupted his thoughts, and took out his phone to light it up.

Cheng Chong of the extremely Yin sect has a big bloody hole in his chest.

Hearts splashed across the windows, and the woman lay on one side of the ground.

Fang Zhen went to hug the unconscious girl and went straight down.

The yellowish light of the first floor illuminates the darkness.

Fang Zhen put the girl on the first floor.

"When she wakes up, call the police yourself. I've done my best."

Finally, he looked back at the second floor and was about to walk out the door.

The hairs all over his body stood upside down, and a creep made him stop in his tracks.

He far surpassed the hearing of ordinary people, and heard a slight movement.

Something seemed to cut through the air very quickly.

Then his cheek seemed to be rubbed by something, and a trace of blood oozed out.

The white peeling wall on the right exploded a hole in the mouth of the bowl.