The most powerful master of the city

Chapter 37 Three Swords (Second Update)

"What did you say?" Song Changqing's eyes were indescribably cold, and his whole body was filled with a fierce aura.

"You hired gangsters to beat me up, aren't you going to pay a price?" Ling Yu leaned on the sofa, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his posture was extremely leisurely.

Song Changqing frowned, and was scorned by civilians in a second-tier city. He suddenly laughed, but there was a strong disdain in his laughter, "What do you want, do you want to kill me?"

Ling Yu said lightly, "Your father is kind to me, and I will not kill his son."

"Then what do you want?" Song Changqing looked at him indifferently with a half-smile.

"Of course it's the way of the other, and I'll give it back to him, and I'll find a few gangsters to beat you up." Ling Yu yawned, as if he was doing something extremely boring.

"Hey, Second Uncle is my elder, how can you be so rude?" Song Moxin winked, implying that Ling Yu should not ask for trouble, not because she was worried about her Second Uncle.

Just kidding, who is her Second Uncle?
Ling Yu has no background in Lanhai City, except for her nameless identity as Song Moxin's husband. Being alone, touching her second uncle's bad luck, is it different from courting death?
However, Ling Yu didn't take it seriously, and said calmly: "If you talk too much, you will be beaten together."

Song Moxin was taken aback, her beautiful eyes widened, her chest heaved in anger, she gritted her teeth, "You still want to beat your wife? I don't know what's good, I don't care about you!"

After saying that, she ran out of the villa like a little girl who was robbed of candy.

"I will finish what those trash did not do well last night."

At this moment, a cold and hoarse voice sounded.

From the beginning to the end, the blood knife stood behind Song Changqing, with his eyes closed, and his sense of presence was extremely low.

Now, his eyes opened suddenly, a flash of blood flashed away, and at the same time a strong bloody breath rippling.

At this moment, the aura of the blood knife was terrifying and intimidating, completely different from before. A pair of scarlet eyes seemed to be irrigated with fresh blood!

Song Changqing smiled slightly, ignored Ling Yu, and walked out of the villa, leaving only a confident and calm sentence: "Don't kill him, just teach him a lesson."

"Yes."

Xuedao looked indifferent and expressionless, like a machine made for killing.

In the huge villa, only he and Ling Yu were left.

"You won't draw your sword?" Ling Yu raised his eyelids slightly and asked.

Xue Dao shook his head and said calmly, "You don't need to draw your sword to deal with you."

"So confident?" Ling Yu's face was calm.

"This is faith, the faith of the strong!" Every word of the blood knife was extremely cold, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a little.

"It's okay, it doesn't make much difference whether you draw the knife or not."

Ling Yu leaned comfortably on the sofa, crossed his legs, and leisurely picked up the pastries on the coffee table.

"Looking for death!" Xue Dao seemed to have blood in his eyes, and he shot instantly.

After Song Changqing came out, Song Moxin ran over immediately, with a worried look on her face, and asked, "Second Uncle, will anything happen?"

Song Changqing smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, I've confessed, no one will die."

"So serious?" Song Moxin was taken aback and wanted to rush in.

boom!
At this moment, with a bang, a figure flew out, and the gate of the villa was smashed to pieces!

When the two of them took a closer look, this man was actually a blood knife!

Song Changfeng's pupils contracted, and he asked in shock, "What's going on?"

A second ago, he was still swearing, thinking that everything was under control.

The blood knife wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and jumped up, "Second Master, the opponent is not as weak as I imagined, I will not underestimate the enemy!"

After saying that, he removed the white cloth wrapped around the knife, revealing the scarlet sharp blade.

A cold glow flowed from the blade, and Song Moxin could feel a scalp-numbing sharpness even through the air.

"I'm back!" Xuedao shouted, and rushed to the villa with his saber in hand.

Song Changqing frowned, "Niece, where did you find your fake husband?"

Song Moxin scratched the back of her head, also very surprised, "Anyone you find... Who, whoever said this is a fake husband, this is a real husband!"

Song Changqing: "..."

boom!
Suddenly, the blood knife flew out again, fell to the ground, and rolled dozens of times.

Immediately afterwards, a cold light shot out again, and directly stuck beside the blood knife, it was his knife!

Song Moxin and Song Changqing looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Especially Song Changqing, who could no longer keep calm, this happened too strangely, "What the hell is going on!"

You know, Xue Dao is not an ordinary person, not to mention ordinary people, even warriors, there are countless people who died under his sword!
"Second Master, the opponent is stronger than expected, I will go all out!"

Song Changqing: "..."

This time, the blood knife did not hold back, a powerful momentum erupted, and every strand of hair danced wildly.

At the same time, there was a layer of blood on the blade, and the sharp breath almost cut the air.

Under the horrified gazes of the two of them, he slashed at random. In an instant, the aura of the knife was crisscrossed, earth and rocks flew, and a shocking crack appeared on the ground.

Song Changqing hurriedly pulled Song Moxin away, and said solemnly: "The next battle may affect you and me, so pay attention to safety!"

Song Moxin didn't know what was going on, she cast her eyes on the villa, and couldn't help but feel anxious, no matter how she brought this trouble.

"Pick me up!"

Xuedao's legs were bent, and his strength was concentrated at one point. The ground under his feet exploded, and it turned into a lightning bolt that shot into the villa.

Immediately afterwards, Song Moxin and the two heard an ear-shattering explosion.

After that, everything returned to calm.

Song Changqing was terrified. Seeing that the blood knife did not fly out again, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, "It seems that he won. Mistake, misstep, the ordinary character who thought a few gangsters could deal with it turned out to have some ability, But it can be used by my Song family, even if I think about it, my eldest brother won't..."

"Second Uncle!" Song Moxin tugged on his sleeve suddenly, staring straight ahead.

"Don't make trouble, Second Uncle suddenly loves talents, and is preparing to take your fake husband..."

Song Changqing seemed to be choked by someone, his voice stopped abruptly, his face was pale, and he stared at the scene in front of him dumbfounded.

Ling Yu walked out slowly with one hand in his pocket and a bloody knife like a dead dog in the other.

At this time, the blood knife was covered in blood, and the panic from the previous second seemed to remain in his dim eyes, dull and lifeless.

In his hand was a tattered long knife that had been twisted and deformed, trembling uncontrollably.

boom!
Ling Yu threw down the blood knife casually, and took out the phone as if nothing had happened, "Hey, fat man? Find some gangsters over here..."

Song Moxin: "..."

Song Changqing: "..."

(End of this chapter)