Chapter 43 Bullying

Today's loser came guests, and the plan to go to the "treasure forest" to find the millennium spiritual wood naturally slowed down. Zhong Cheng, who was bored, had nothing to do, so he had to pace back to the room, lay down on ** with nothing to do, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

At this time, I really hope someone can chat around, or have a computer. Although I can't surf the Internet, playing stand-alone games is also a good choice. I really don't know how those ancients usually live. In this world without media, what do they rely on to pass the time?

Of course, Zhong Cheng doesn't know that there are naturally many places of entertainment in this world. There are countless entertainment places such as brothel, theaters and gambling houses. As long as you are rich and powerful, you won't feel bored no matter where you are. Unfortunately, Zhong Cheng was powerless, so he had to accept boredom.

Sometimes it's not a good thing that a person is too idle. It's a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness that makes people sore. In the past, Zhong Cheng could also turn on the computer and play copies of online games. No matter how bad it is, he can watch TV! But now, Zhong Cheng really doesn't know what to do besides looking up at the ceiling.

Maybe God had mercy on him. Just when Zhong Cheng was so bored that he was about to go crazy, an orderly knock on the door slowly came. Zhong Cheng was overjoyed and immediately came down from **, hurried to open the door, and thought to his mind, "Oh, who is this! Knowing that I'm bored, it's too time to come!"

With a creak, the door opened, and in front of the door stood a young man that Zhong Cheng had never seen before. The man was very handsome, with white clothes and a sword hanging around his waist. He looked straight at Zhong Cheng, with a trace of fierceness on his handsome face that was not commensurate with his handsome face.

Somehow, Zhong Cheng's intuition told him that this handsome man was very dangerous and the man was not good.

Suppressing his inner nervousness, Zhong Cheng tried his best to keep calm and asked quietly, "Well, who is that?"

"Zhong Cheng?" The man did not answer Zhong Cheng's question, but asked rhetorically.

Since such a question is asked directly, this person must have bad intentions! Zhong Cheng's heart tightened. While guarding the other party, he responded softly, "Well, I'm indeed Zhong Cheng. May I ask you to find me... Ah!"

Before Zhong Cheng finished his words, he suddenly felt a hot pain in his abdomen, and a strong force directly hit Zhong Cheng, so that he flew straight out after a scream and hit the wall in the room heavily! With a plop, there was a sharp pain in Zhong Cheng's abdomen and back at the same time, so that he had to frown with a painful expression.

The man drew a sneer from the corners of his mouth, withdrew his suddenly kicked foot, and stared coldly at Zhong Cheng, who was gasping half against the wall.

"Sure enough, as Xiaoyun said, you are really not good!" The man smiled coldly, slowly walked into the room and gently closed the door. Then he slowly paced in front of Zhong Cheng with his hands on his back.

Zhong Cheng was in a cold sweat. He covered his stomach, gritted his teeth, and angrily stared at the man he had never met before. "What are you doing? I remember I don't know you!"

"You don't know me, but I know you! Because your name is Zhong Cheng. The man's face was still such a trembling smile. He looked down at Zhong Cheng sitting on the ground, with both disdain and anger in his eyes.

"Hum," Zhong Cheng reluctantly squeezed a smile and said coldly, "I don't remember that I was so famous. I'm just an ordinary subordinate. How can a dignified god like you teach me a lesson?

"Yes!" The man's still smile was still cold. He slowly squatted down and put his face at the same level as Zhong Cheng. "Of course, I won't be interested in a stinky salted fish like you, but you stinky salted fish has done what salted fish shouldn't do, so I think I have to remind you."

Salted fish? Oh..." Zhong Cheng looked at the man in front of him without fear and replied without hesitation, "What should I not do? Please also give me some advice."

"Of course, it's about getting close to the white swan. Isn't it very angry to look directly at a smelly salted fish and want to get close to the pure and beautiful swan?" The man pointed to Zhong Cheng's nose and said rudely.

"Swan, hahaha..." Zhong Cheng smiled and smiled fearlessly. He squinted and looked at the man in front of him with sarcasm, "You're talking about the public loss of Feixue. I don't remember what I deliberately approached her."

The man shook his head and said, "I didn't care, but you, the salted fish, are indeed close. And..." The man suddenly closed his eyes and slowly opened his eyes, with a few fierce light in his eyes.

Bang! The man slapped Zhong Cheng in the face! At the same time, he said viciously, "Your disdainful tone annoys me. I'll reward you with this slap! Pay attention to me next time."

The right face was completely red and swollen, but Zhong Cheng's face was still arrogant and fearless. His eyes were cold, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He said faintly, "I, an ordinary person, have always spoken like this. Of course, I dare not compare with noble gods. If I make you unhappy, I'm really sorry!"

How can a man not hear the implied sarcasm in Zhong Cheng's words? His eyes were fierce, and he suddenly took action. With a crack, Zhong Cheng's left face also turned red and swollen. The man looked at Zhong Cheng viciously and snorted coldly, "Smelly salted fish, pay attention to the way you speak. Otherwise, I will make you never open your mouth!"

The severe pain stimulated Zhong Cheng's cerebral cortex, but he was very hard and still stared at the man without saying a word. The smile on the corners of his mouth became colder and he said disdainfully, "What do you want me to do so much and say so much?"

Looking at Zhong Cheng's big look, the anger in the man's chest was ignited again! Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to lock Zhong Cheng's throat and curled his lips and said, "Didn't I say that? Don't use that disdainful tone, it will annoy me!"

"Oh... uh..." No matter how calm Zhong Cheng was, the suffocating pain still forced Zhong Cheng to instinctively stretch out his hand to grasp the man's right hand and want to pull it away. Of course, Zhong Cheng's power was completely useless in front of the man. He didn't care about Zhong Cheng's struggle and began to watch the prey with a happy face.

"You know, it only takes a moment to crush your neck. In that case, not only can't you speak, but you also have to kill. The man smiled fiercely and slowly analyzed the situation to Zhong Cheng, "So, when I let go, you stinky salted fish have to pay attention to what you say. Otherwise, you know exactly what the consequences will be! Do you understand?"

"Oh..." Zhong Cheng, who was locked in his throat, couldn't speak at all. His face turned red, and he had to force himself to squeak and nodded with difficulty.

"Very good." The man let go and nodded with satisfaction, with a winning smile at the same time.

"Cough..." Zhong Cheng breathed the long-lost air and couldn't help coughing violently. He bent down and coughed so pale.

The man looked proudly at Zhong Cheng's painful posture, slowly stood up and patted his spotless clothes. His nose moved, frowned, stepped back a few steps, and gently fanned the air in front of him with his hand.

"Salted fish, I'm so close to you that even I'm stained with salted fish." He said with a sarcastic smile, "Now you are not only a stinky salted fish, but also a homeless dog. Look at your useless appearance. Don't you have a hidden weapon called a pistol? Take it out!"

"Why did you come to deal with me specially?" Zhong Cheng stopped coughing, lowered his head, and asked coldly.

The man raised the corners of his mouth disdainfully and snorted, "I came to this kennel specially. Of course, I'm not here for you. Although you have a lot of doubts, you are mediocre and have nothing to worry about. Although there is a hidden weapon called a pistol, it's not a big deal. I was able to confirm this just now.

Zhong Cheng didn't say anything. He knew that the man must have the following. Sure enough, the man stopped for a moment and continued, "A smelly salted fish like you really can't attract my attention. If only you could be a salted fish peacefully, but you actually want to get close to Feixue, the white swan! This is really annoying. So, I have to remind you!"

"I didn't deliberately approach her." Although he had no momentum, Zhong Cheng still answered fearlessly, "Even if you help recreate the 'breaking air', it was proposed by Miss Gongwei herself."

The man stared at Zhong Cheng fiercely and sneered, "Of course I know this, otherwise why do you think you are still alive? If Feixue hadn't asked you for help herself, but you wouldn't have been able to say anything now.

"In this case, why did you come here to make things difficult for me?" Zhong Cheng raised his head and looked straight at the man with sharp eyes. His temperament seemed to have already left life and death aside.

Perhaps because Zhong Cheng's body looks like Pluto, this sharp look made the tall man tremble all over. The man was shocked and uncertain, fixed his body, and his tone was a little weaker, "Why? Because I don't like it! I don't like your stinky salted fish following the flying snow! Do you understand?"

"So it is..." Zhong Cheng closed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and sneered in his heart.

"Look at your awkward appearance, I think you have received the meaning I want to convey. Stay away from Feixue in the future!" The man turned around and was ready to leave, but as soon as he took a few steps, he stopped again.

The man turned around and looked at Zhong Cheng with his back against the wall. A trace of murderousness flashed in his eyes and said in a low voice, "Remember, stay away from Feixue! I am the prince of Tianji Kingdom, and my name is Murong Yang. If you dare to think about anything, I will let you die without a burial place. After saying that, the man shook his sleeves and left.

For a long time after Murong Yang left, Zhong Cheng has not opened his eyes. Suddenly, his lips began to open and close slowly, and muttered softly, "So it is, so it is..."

"What a reason! What a prince of heaven! What a Murongyang! Bastard! You are too bullied!" Zhong Cheng's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were full of sharpness. His body trembled unwillingly, clenched his fists with hatred, gritted his teeth and stared at the open wooden door in front of him.

At this moment, a white shadow flashed, and a stunning woman in a purple skirt still appeared in front of Zhong Cheng. Bauhinia stared at Zhong Cheng with sarcasm and pity, and slowly said, "If you persist like this, you will suffer an insult like today in the future!"