The Demonic Magic Emperor

The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 4: Flayer

Suddenly horrified, Zhuo Fan clutched his chest tightly, and fell to the ground in pain, muttering: "What's the matter, did I train hard and fall into a demon?"

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan started to panic. If the devil's tactics deviated from the beginning, and his foundation was unstable, it was not just a matter of giving up. I was afraid that I could no longer practice in this life, and I would completely become a vain person.

However, the heartache seemed to quickly pass and immediately disappear.

Zhuo Fan stood up, took a breath, frowned deeply, and touched his chest, puzzled.

However, when he took another step, his heart exploded again!

"No, it's not about getting into trouble, it's .. demon!"

This time, Zhuo Fan thought of the reason, so he immediately sunk his mind and looked at the source of the demon. For cultivators, if you let the mind and the Devil leave you alone, it would not be far from getting out of the way.

It was just that in a few moments, Zhuo Fan had found the reason, but this reason made him feel a little awkward.

It turned out that before being defeated by the Demon Emperor, this Zhuofan was a loyal servant, and the woman of the house owner was very kind to him, so he vowed to be loyal to the Luo family all his life. Before he died, the obsession in his heart was the regret of not being able to protect the Luo family.

At this moment, the hatred of the Demon Emperor was united with his obsession, and the Demon Emperor caught his soul and body to be reborn, and his obsession was equivalent to a contract with a Demon Emperor, becoming a Demon Emperor. Slavery.

In other words, the Demon Emperor was born because of him, and he had to take his place to protect the Luo I Family, otherwise he would be in trouble.

“Sial, what is so bad about this child's obsession, but he wants to be the slave of others.” Zhuo Fan wanted to cry without tears, and his mouth was bitter.

How could he be dragged away by the small family when he thought that his outstanding emperor was Zhuo Yifan, the head of the Eight Emperors in the Holy Land?

However, this demon could not let go.

When thinking of this, Zhuo Fan had no choice but to touch his forehead: "Your son's last hope is to find someone to avenge Xue Heng, he said, but it's a big deal to help you kill someone in a few years, but it's just ... Alas, Lao Tzu has become your life Destroyed. "

"Someone, get out!"

Suddenly, an old liquor rang out, and Zhuo Fan suddenly felt a strong killing intent on him.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhuo Fan sighed and walked out.

Now that it has been found, it is only possible to meet the butler Sun the traitor ...

Zuo Fan walked forward in front of everyone with a glance at the grass.

After he finished speaking, Sun Guanjia looked at Luo Yunshang again, but she did not even take him seriously.

"Miss, the old slave advises you to hand over the Huilongzhang practice as soon as possible, so that no one will be killed or injured for you. I think such a scenario, you don't want to see it."

"Fart, old man Sun, you're a traitor from a mountain village. As long as we're here, you won't want to hurt the young lady and the young master." The guards of the Luo family stepped forward and shouted.

Luo Yunshang also looked at her with a frown, and that beautiful face was full of unyielding colors: "Sun Guanjia, Huilongzhang is a spirit level martial art passed down from generation to generation of our Luo family. We won't give it to you even if we die."

After listening to their words, Zhuo Fan groaned with disdain.

Why did he attack the Luo family when this thief attacked, it turned out to be only a spirit level martial art.

In Emperor Wu Continent, all martial arts training and skills were divided into five levels of Heaven, Earth, Xuan Ling, and each level was divided into basic, intermediate, and advanced. In Sanctuary, there were many martial arts on the way, and in the eyes of his demon emperor, there was even trash, he had thousands of pieces in his hands.

It's really not worth losing your life to this kind of thing.

Zhuo Fan sighed helplessly and shouted lazily, "Miss, this is a spirit level martial art. What's the problem, give them, I'll pay you another later."

As soon as this comment came out, everyone was shocked, and then all looked at him with a look like a madman.

"Zhuo Fan, you guys have such a big tone, you only need to pay for spirit level martial arts at all times? Why, just because you have been a slave in the Luo family for fifteen years? Hahaha ..."

Sun Guanjia laughed in the sky, her eyes full of scorn. The other thieves also laughed, and the ridicule in their eyes was not timid.

The guards stared at Zhuo Fan, but they looked puzzled. Especially the friends who were familiar with Zhuo Fan on weekdays were even stranger.

This kid was quite honest, how could he speak nonsense at this moment, was he afraid of these bandits?

Well, that's for sure!

So, all the guards looked at him with sympathy.

Fully understanding what they were thinking, Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently. At this moment, I fear that he is saying that he not only has spirit level martial arts, but also the life-long learning of the ancient Demon Emperor, the Nine Secrets, they will not believe him.

"Zhuo Fan, stop talking nonsense, and don't rush to come and look after the young master?"

Suddenly, a whisper was heard. Zhuo Fan turned his head and saw Luo Yunshang staring at himself with an angry face. However, in the depths of his eyes, Zhuo Fan could see a hint of pity.