Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

Zhao Na frowned, and beads of sweat flowed from her forehead.

"Damn, I really blinded my eyes."

His eyes were full of killing intent, and he looked at Zhu Mo in the distance.

At this moment, she no longer felt how good-looking Zhu Mo was, and only hated that she should have broken his neck the first time she saw him.

Now that Zhu Mo looked at him like he was staring at a wild dog that was about to be killed, without emotion.

"Do you have time to look elsewhere?"

Han Ningchu's fist struck again, and Zhao Na hurriedly dodged sideways.

But even if he evaded at the first time, he couldn't catch up with Han Ningchu's speed. His arm was scratched and his flesh was bloody.

"Hiss!" Zhao Na gasped in pain, this woman was more terrifying than a beast.

Zhao Na understood that if she was punched by her, she would die miserably.

Generally, saints will have at least one powerful ability.

But so far she has not figured out what are the characteristics of Han Ningchu.

Apart from throwing a few devastating punches, she didn't have any other attack methods.

If you know her identity, you can probably guess what kind of ability she has.

Although Zhao Na doesn't know much about the main figures of the major forces, she can definitely be regarded as a once-in-a-century genius in martial arts comprehension.

Since he was a child, he learned martial arts from his father on the mountain, including the four major families of Yan Kingdom, and the major forces at home and abroad.

"Damn it, what kind of martial art is this woman using?"

Exhausted, Zhao Na managed to dodge another attack from Han Ningchu.

But this blow hurt her head, and a piece of flesh and blood fell off her scalp. She felt a faint pain in her head, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

After Han Ningchu punched a few times, the crematorium was in a mess, the ground was overturned, and the bricks and rubble on the walls kept falling to the ground.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Zhao Na was already unable to get up.

She could barely support the ground with one elbow now, and she was no longer able to dodge Han Ningchu's attack.

At least for now, Han Ningchu is the strongest saint she has ever seen.

She didn't seem to be so miserable when she met other saints, and she could barely fight a few rounds.

But facing Han Ningchu's offensive, she didn't even have a chance to breathe, only to be beaten.

It's like fish on a chopping board, only to be slaughtered.

"who are you?"

Looking up at Han Ningchu, Zhao Na asked weakly.

At least before she died, she wanted to find out which number one saint Han Ningchu was, but she, a master of martial arts, didn't even know her martial arts until she died.

Han Ningchu looked down at Zhao Na, and had no intention of telling her her name.

Grabbing Zhao Na's neck and exerting force slowly, the sound of bones breaking could be heard, and Zhao Na lost her breath in an instant.

Han Ningchu put down his hands, took off the black gloves he was wearing and threw them on Zhao Na's face.

[The reward is complete.

2000 points were deducted from Chu's luck value, and 2000 villain points were obtained. 】

[Complete achievement: The villains team up.Gain 500 villain points. 】

at this time.

On the Qitian Mountain in the distance.

Zhao Gong and Wang Dazhong are doing funeral for the third child.

His vicissitudes of face were full of remorse, and he should have taken the third child to Tianjing City in the first place.

He insisted on pretending to let Chu Tian come to his door to die.

"Brother, the deputy leaders of the Qi League have been calling to see you. When those Red Sun people left, they didn't give them any money they promised."

Wang Dazhong dismissed the cell phone that was ringing wildly, and said calmly.

"That's just because they are stupid, 50 billion is already a lot. It's true that Japanese people will take so much money. Hmph, greedy guys."

"Man, it's just so greedy."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Zhao suddenly remembered something, and his complexion became a little gloomy: "By the way, second child. The 30 billion promised by Gong Zhengyue, hurry up!"

"How long has it been, and I haven't called yet. It wasn't because of my help, he already died in the Zhu family's ancestral hall!"

"Uh..." Wang Dazhong was ashamed, and then perfunctory: "I'll press it again."

"Well, that's 30 billion. Tell him to pay it back quickly, or you won't have money to eat!"

Zhao Gong blows his beard and stares. Whenever he talks about money, he will be very serious without showing any affection.

While speaking, the black wooden pendant hanging on Mr. Zhao's chest flickered, causing a strong vibration.

Seeing this piece of black wood vibrate violently and flickering like crazy, Mr. Zhao's face suddenly turned pale.

"Big brother..."

Wang Dazhong's brows were twisted into a rope, his eyes were full of puzzlement and anxiety.

The last time he flashed was in Tianjing City, when the third child died in the hands of Zhu Qing.

The blood of the three brothers, Chu Tian and Zhao Na dripped into this piece of black wood.

As long as one of them dies, he will have a violent reaction.

Mr. Zhao's face was earthy, terrified, and his voice was trembling: "Is it... Chutian or Zhao Na?"

"I don't know, anyway, the two of us seem to be fine..." Wang Dazhong shook his head like a rattle with dull eyes.

"No time! Come on, hurry up and get ready, go down the mountain! See if you can save him. I'll go find a seat."

After pulling up the Wang Dazhong, Mr. Zhao hurried into his room.

Pushing open the door, thick dust came rushing in, choking Mr. Zhao uncontrollably coughing.

"Cough cough..."

There is a statue in front of it.

That statue is not a Buddha statue, nor is it a traditional deity of the Yan Kingdom.

It's an extremely ugly statue of a demon with a mouthful of fangs.

In the middle of its left hand is also holding a huge sword, which exudes a powerful force, and many mysterious patterns are engraved on it.

Bloodthirsty was in those blood-red eyes, and he was wearing a hooded robe.

And there are cracks in the robe on its body.

On its forehead, there is also a dark purple mark, which looks very strange.

Zhao Gong stood in front of the statue and bowed respectfully three times.

Then he clapped his hands vigorously, chanting inhuman spells in his mouth.

The statue seemed to feel the call, the dark purple mark on the forehead flickered slightly, and traces of black air drifted out from it.

The black air hit Zhao Gong's direction, penetrated into Zhao Gong's forehead, and Zhao Gong clenched his teeth in pain.

Soon, the same dark purple mark on the forehead of the statue also appeared on his forehead.

"what!"

With a loud roar, the tightly clasped hands began to shake violently, the mark on the forehead split open, and terrifying eyes appeared.

The purple eyeballs began to spin, and the speed of the spin was getting faster and faster, Mr. Zhao's face was as pale as white paper.

Black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Zhao Na..."

It was difficult to spit out two words from his mouth.

The eyes on the forehead began to look for Zhao Na.

This trick will reduce lifespan, as long as you say the name, the eyes of the demon god can help him find the trace of the target.

So Zhao Gong hurriedly chose the daughter who was more important to him and began to look for it.

After searching, he must quickly end this sorcery.

Otherwise, his lifespan may be burnt out.

"Brother! I'm ready!"