Chapter 61 Emotional Injury

Seeing Zhou Hexuan's doubts on his face, Zhao Zixuan smiled and said, "Brother, you should know that Cui Hao is half-human and half-demon, and extraordinary. Moreover..." Zhao Zixuan paused for a moment and said, "This person's cultivation has suddenly improved too much, thinking of the loss of 'Tongtianding'. Does it have anything to do with this?"

Zhou Hexuan asked, "You mean that Cui Hao deliberately sent Baoding to others and profited from it?"

"It's not that there is no possibility." Zhao Zixuan said, "Wolf's ambition is unavoidable."

This sentence came to Zhou Hexuan's heart. Since he put the "Wolf King" in Tongtian Ding and died, he also had a deep self-blame. But when I saw Cui Hao, there was a fear from the bottom of my heart. Somehow, this child who has grown up seems to have become strange and terrible.

Zhou Hexuan walked back and forth a few steps indoors, obviously thinking about something.

Zhao Zixuan said, "Brother, you have been in charge of the position of the head of the family for a short time, and some people in the door are very unconvinced. Although the 'ghost son' does not ask about the affairs of the door, he can't be prepared to cove the position of leader. If the father and son work together..."

"Okay, stop talking." Zhou Hexuan suddenly stopped, "I know the big brother best. He will never be like this. Since Cui Hao's injury is well, he will be sent to the battle on his behalf tomorrow to participate in the comparative technology conference. After saying that, he went out with a dark face.

Looking at Zhou Hexuan's back, Zhao Zixuan smiled secretly. People have seven emotions, and sometimes they plant a seed of jealousy, hatred and suspicion, which will take root, blossom and bear fruit in a short time.

Cui Hao sat quietly in the law enforcement hall. Seeing that he had recovered, Elder Wang and others went out to help arrange the scene of the technical conference, leaving him alone indoors.

Cui Hao's eyes looked out of the window, with willows floating outside, flowers competing for beauty, and a thriving scenery. However, Cui Hao's eyes did not see these spring scenery. His heart had been immersed in ten thousand years of ice caves. In his opinion, everything is cold, ruthless and dying.

"It's been almost ten days. She really hasn't come to see me once." Cui Hao said to himself.

All kinds of tenderness towards Zhou Yihan have now turned into deep hatred. In just a few days, she really changed? Did she really abandon her childhood sweethearts and lovers who grew up together in order to go to the overseas three mountains to become immortals?

There are thousands of disasters in the heart, but who can untie the knot in Cui Hao's heart?

Cut the lovesickness, the beauty is far away, the lovesickness is bitter, a few times, it is difficult to deal with each other. Ten years of love and a hundred years of love, I can't bear to miss you!

Cui Hao suddenly shook his head and said to himself again, "Cui Hao, Cui Hao, you have a deep blood feud, how can you indulge in the female affair here? From now on, no longer, no longer think about her, just let her go..."

As if he had made up his mind, Cui Hao pinched the sword formula and saw the "xiaotian sword" behind him rise from the scabbard, danced several sword flowers in the air, and then fell into his hand.

In a moment, the sword fell into Cui Hao's palm and was integrated with Cui Hao, revealing only half a foot long sword body shaking at his fingertips.

Cui Hao shouted, and there was a blue light around him, and the silver light of the "Xiaotian Sword" at his fingertips soared by ten.

Cui Hao remembered that when he fought against Mao Tianping of the Taishan School that day, he also used the skill of combining swords. However, at that time, the light of the "Xiaotian Sword" was only a few feet long.

Now that my true yuan has increased greatly, the sword spirit of this "Xiaotian Sword" has grown so much. Cui Hao felt a little comfort in his heart.

Cui Hao meditated on the truth in his heart and saw that the sword spirit of the "Xiaotian Sword" suddenly turned into countless sharp sword nets. With the increase of sword spirit, the net eyes became more and more dense! The whole room was full of bone-invasive cold, and the sword net composed of sword gas freely tossed and jumped in the house, leaving deep scratches on the walls on all sides!

A foraging tit broke in from outside the window.

Cui Hao originally had the intention to stop the sword spirit, but his mind moved and watched the innocent tit get into the dense sword net.

There was no sound, and the tits were strangled into countless pieces in the sword net!

A feather floated leisurely at Cui Hao's feet. Cui Hao looked at the feather and suddenly made a terrible laugh, which was impossible for human beings to make.

Because it seems to come from hell and comes from the devil's mouth.

Slowly, the vertical and horizontal sword spirit stopped, and the "Xiaotian Sword" slowly came out of Cui Hao's fingertips. The silver light of the whole body seems to be much brighter than in the past.

There was a sound of dragon, and the sword choked into the sheath.

The house finally returned to calm. Looking at the mess of the room, Cui Hao could hardly believe that he had done it.

The outbreak at that moment did not seem to be under its control. However, when Cui Hao was immersed in it, he felt comfortable and was deeply obsessed with this feeling.

Finally, Cui Hao no longer hesitated and strode out of the door. As the door banged and closed, he seemed to leave the infinite troubles in the world behind.