Is it the same with other big brothers?

Mingzhu's whole body was trembling violently, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Ming... Zhao..."

The faces of Ming Zhao and Ming Zhu are five or six points similar, unlike Ming Zhu's indisputable evil spirit, his face is resolute, his gray eyes are empty and lifeless, as ruthless as if he has seen through the world of mortals, with some vicissitudes of experience in countless worlds.

Ming Zhao lazily tapped the bong in his hand on the side of the boat again, and muttered softly, "Silly son, call me Daddy."

In the next moment, Mingzhu's wide sleeves were suddenly filled with wind, and the Kuayu Sword rushed out of it with a buzzing sound, and the wind blade brought up Mingzhu's white arm was bloody.

"My master is the person who treats me best in this world..." Ming Zhu said coldly, "He is not the same person as you!"

Hearing this, Ming Zhao seemed to sneer, raised his head slightly, his dark eyes slowly split from the pupils, and the whole eyes were soaked into a strange crimson, just like the rumored monster eating meat.

"Son, you are wrong. Gui Ning and I have always been friends." Ming Zhao said indifferently, "Otherwise, why did he never guide you to practice while you have been in Rizhao Mountain for 12 years? Could it be that he still exists in this world? Someone that Gui Ning can't teach?"

Mingzhu: "Shut up!"

"In all these years in Rizhao, he never cared about you making jokes and making jokes. Even if you dismantled Rizhao, he would turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye. He just wanted to raise you into a man who is as good as gold and jade but as a failure among others. It’s nothing but trash.” Mingzhao smiled at him, his face was gentle like a god, but his magic pupils were like ghosts, “What’s the difference between a person like him who is trying to gain fame, and a cold-blooded and ruthless magic cultivator like Daddy and me?”

Ming Zhu's pupils shrank sharply, staring at Ming Zhao in front of him, his body, which was completely suppressed by the momentum, moved little by little with his nearly convulsive movements.

"You are not allowed to insult him!" He paused every word, gnashing his teeth like a deadly ghost, and the aroused momentum caused ripples on the calm river around him.

"A villain like you...you are not qualified to be compared with him!"

Ming Zhao lowered his eyes lazily, slapped his finger on the side of the boat, and Ming Zhu's aura was immediately suppressed again, and he staggered down on his seat with a "bang".

Ming Zhao said indifferently: "For the sake of being your boatman and paddling the boat all afternoon, please call me Dad."

Mingzhu struggled desperately, trying to get rid of his control, and sneered: "You deserve it too?"

Ming Zhao said: "Yes, of course."

Bright Candle: "..."

Mingzhu seems to know where his thick-skinned talent comes from.

Ming Zhao was still lowering his eyes, looking at the bong in his hand—probably the smoke had blocked the tiny mouthpiece hole, and he kept frowning and bumping against the side of the boat, looking extremely impatient.

"Hey, son." Mingzhao finally gave up, raised his head to look at the stern Mingzhu, and said calmly, "How did you help dad get the ashes out of this thing when you were young, teach me Bar?"

Bright Candle: "..."

A look of ruthlessness appeared on Mingzhu's face, and the Kuayu sword floating in the air instantly turned into a prototype, pulled by a burst of spiritual power, and pierced towards Mingzhao's back heart with a whistling sound - completely ruthless hot.

Ming Zhao knocked down the damned cigarette holder twice again, his brows were tightly frowned, he was so worried that he didn't pay attention to the magic weapon behind him at all.

The next moment, when the Kua Yu sword was about to pierce Ming Zhao's back, it stopped at an inch, as if it was forcibly stopped by something.

"Son," Ming Zhao said, "Don't kill your father as soon as you meet. I've asked many people over the years that other people's fathers and sons are really not like this. Put the sword away and let's have a good talk."

Ming Zhu's face became colder, but he still hooked slightly with his barely moving hand, Kua Yujian flew back, floated behind him, and slowly made a semicircle of red circles, covering his whole body in it.

Ming Zhao also back and forth with that frightening aura back.

Mingzhu said coldly: "When you sent my people flying without saying a word, why didn't you expect to have something to say?"

Ming Zhao continued to knock the cigarette holder on the boat, and said casually: "Oh, you said that little guard of the Shen family, I didn't kill him, so nothing will happen. Speaking of which, you two are really slow, if I didn't row The oars are a bit sore, and the magic energy has leaked a little, probably you won't find out who is the boatman along the way after getting off the boat."

Ming Zhu said: "Oh, it's just a bastard who is a demon cultivator."

Mingzhao let out a "huh" and said, "Don't say that about me, Dad will be very sad."

"Old bastard!"

Mingzhu glanced at Mingzhu with a bit of misery, took a step back with a good temper, and said: "Then, don't add 'old', it sounds like I have a lot of beard."

Mingzhu finally got a little impatient with what he said, and said directly: "What do you want to say? I don't have time to listen to your nonsense here. If you want to hit me, hit me. If you don't hit me, just stay there." Wait until you die, and I will fulfill you immediately."

Ming Zhao let out another "huh" and said, "Son, you are too harsh, you don't even give others a chance to say your last words."

Bright Candle: "..."

Mingzhu strengthened his belief in killing his father, and felt that if he didn't kill this old bastard, he would have lived in vain for so many years.

Ming Zhao finally knocked out the ashes from the cigarette holder, refilled some cigarettes and took a few puffs, then said casually, "By the way, son, after all these years, are you still so afraid of heights?"

Mingzhu looked at him apprehensively, his hand trembling slightly wanted to raise the Kuayu Sword.

The next moment, Mingzhao stood up gently on the swaying boat, and appeared beside Mingzhu like a ghost. With five fingers pressing on the back of Mingzhu, he pressed the Kuayu sword flying towards the edge of the boat.

The Kuayu Sword hummed violently, but was suppressed by Ming Zhao's huge devilish energy and couldn't move.

Ming Zhu's pupils shrank, and he instinctively wanted to slap a palm that was only three inches away from him, but before he could make a move, Ming Zhao was lightly holding his lapel, and with the other hand, he placed a flat boat under his feet. Suddenly hit a palm.

In an instant, the sea-like devilish energy shattered the frail boat into pieces. At the same time, Ming Zhao rose from the ground with a bright candle in his hand, and rushed into the sky dozens of meters away with a whistling sound.

Ming Zhao's unremarkable gray clothes fluttered in the wind. He pinned the bong back to his waist, grabbed Mingzhu's skirt and stopped in mid-air, and his next step was Shuo Yucheng, which had shrunk countless times.

"Ming Zhu, open your eyes and look down."

Mingzhu's limbs did not touch the ground at all, and his coat was blown on his shoulders by the bitter cold wind, flying with the wind, his eyes were tightly closed, and his whole body was shaking violently.

Mingzhao saw that he was covered in cold sweat, but he was still holding on to his wrist and refused to open his eyes. The magic pupil flashed slightly, and the smile on his face had disappeared at some point. He said coldly, "I'll say it again, Open your eyes, or I'll throw you out of here."

Mingzhu trembled all over, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Good boy, look down."

Mingzhu's eyes were full of water mist, and the knowledge that he would be thrown down by this old bastard at any time in the sky made his whole mind chaotic, and even his voice seemed to be covered with a barrier, so he couldn't hear it clearly.

He looked down following Ming Zhao's order in a daze, and when his sight touched Shuo Yucheng who was almost shrunk into a painting at his feet, he was stunned.

The altitude tens of feet above the ground and the bottomless abyss in the nightmare overlap little by little, and even the afterglow of the setting sun around is disappearing quickly, and the bloody mouth that suddenly appeared from the dark abyss in the nightmare seems to be about to take off in the next moment Go up and swallow his whole body whole.

Mingzhu was completely frightened and dumbfounded, he stared at the brightly lit Yucheng under his feet without moving, his pale lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't make any sound.

Mingzhao looked at his frail appearance, without the slightest sympathy, and almost said cruelly in his ear: "Look carefully at your feet, what do you see?"

Mingzhu's lips moved lightly, his whole body almost softened into water, and the ten fingers on Mingzhao's wrist also slowly loosened their strength.

"I……"

Ming Zhao's scarlet eyes shimmered, and his long, loosely bundled hair was blown wildly by the strong wind. He said coldly, "Is the scene under your feet the same as when you died in the nightmare all these years?"

Ming Zhu raised his head stiffly, and met Ming Zhao's eyes blankly.

Ming Zhao looked at him condescendingly, with a sneer on his lips, he paused each word: "Is it me who threw you off the cliff in the dream?"

Mingzhao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly let out a heart-piercing scream. He grabbed Mingzhao's wrist desperately, and screamed: "I'm going to kill you!"

Ming Zhao was unmoved, and said coldly: "Kill me? Is it up to you? A rusty waste sword? Or are you going to kill me with the spiritual vein I bestowed on you?"

Mingzhu's eyes suddenly opened wide, and tears slowly fell from them.

Ming Zhao loosened his skirt, grabbed his left wrist, glanced indifferently at the red lotus mark on the back of his hand, and said, "I gave you the spiritual vein again 17 years ago, together with Ming Xinjue, Even if you put your heart into letting the Red Lotus Sword recognize its owner, you won't let me kill you like a dog now."

Ming Zhao grabbed Ming Zhu's hair and made him look up at himself: "I sent the 'sword scabbard' to Rizhao Mountain five years ago, why didn't you use it?"

"Your...things..." Mingzhu was grabbed by his left hand, and his whole body was suspended in the air. He didn't know where the courage came from, and stared at Mingzhao ferociously, with a hoarse voice, "I can't even die..."

Mingzhao was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes sank slightly, and he said coldly, "Then you can go die."

As he said that, he let go of his hand, and threw Ming Zhu's thin body directly, without showing any sympathy.

Mingzhu's face was full of horror and hatred, he stared at Mingzhao who was getting further and further away, listening to the cold wind whizzing past his ears, tears fell down.

Then, there was a heart-piercing cry in the air.

"Mingzhao... If I don't die... If I don't die! One day, I will let you die!"

Ming Zhao watched the red shadow fall quickly from a high position, his eyes were cold.

"Silly son."

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