Chapter 204, Potential Pressure, Force Pressure

"First, Sister Hongyu is first of all the doorman of my Blood Soul Mountain, and then the children of your Red Mansion. There is no complaint about life and death. Not to mention that Sister Hongyu is not dead now, even if she is really dead, she is also the ghost of my Blood Hill."

"Second, I don't want to visit the Red Mansion this time, or want to give you any explanation. Zhu Peng's visit this time is to be a villain. According to various clues at the scene of the assassination, the assassin who assassinated Sister Hongyu is likely to have nothing to do with the Red Mansion, or even hidden in the Red Mansion by an intention. "

As he spoke, Zhu Peng waved his hand and ordered: "Come, inform the city guard to send a team to surround the whole Red Mansion, kill those who enter and exit without authorization, and there is no mercy." Speaking of this, Zhu Peng thought for a moment, and then then ordered: "Not only the Red Mansion, but also the assassins may hide in the industry run by the Red Family. Before the attack of the Red Jade Sister is clear, the city guard temporarily takes over all the properties of the Red Mansion. Those who dare to resist are regarded as rebellion, killing, and unforgiving."

A series of light words and orders directly made the Hong Ruohai and his wife white, but it's just that Zhu Peng didn't exert his strength. Since he exerted his strength, he always went all out to do it fiercely. He didn't have any bad thoughts when he came here this time. He was really like the wife of Hong Ruohai. It was an explanation for all the people in the Red Mansion. Under appropriate circumstances, it is not impossible to give some preferential policies to the Hong family. There is a relationship between Hongyu. Zhu Peng and the Hong family are more or less related to each other.

But in this world, there are some things I can do, but you can't say it, I can give it, but you must not take the initiative. The wife of Hong Ruohai, the head of the Hong family, is obviously shrewd and intelligent. When she recognized Zhu Peng, she had already understood most of the situation, but she was too smart and didn't take Zhu Peng seriously.

Maybe in her eyes, Zhu Peng is young and has such a good cultivation. He must be very insufficient in interpersonal means. In the face of such a fragrant and tender fat sheep, if he doesn't bite fiercely, he can't show the underlying means of her popular woman.

It's just that she didn't think that if Zhu Peng really let her take a bite, the Red Mansion has both inner and face, but it seems that Zhu Peng is weak and can be bullied. In the future, those profiteers like bloodthirsty crocodiles will come together. Zhu Peng's inner strength is lost, and where will he put his face go?

A few short words pushed herself and Zhu Peng into an embarrassing stage. Since she bullied Zhu Peng when she was young, Zhu Peng would naturally not treat her as a human again.

Originally, Zhu Peng was quite concerned about the friendship of Sister Hongyu, but the eldest woman of the Hong family was full of copper-smelling interests, and she didn't even ask about the seriously injured Hongyu.

In this case, what else does Zhu Peng have to be polite about? He simply took the Nuo Dahong Mansion to intimidate the merchants from all over the world, which is also an example of killing chickens and monkeys. At the same time, you can also sprinkle the sewage of Hongyu's attack on the people in the Red Mansion, which can dilute the impact of this matter on Zhu Peng's reputation in disguise. After all, people are always dark gossipy. Compared with questioning the governing ability of the highest officer, it is obviously the property disputes and enmity within the rich family, which is more eye-catching.

In this series of words and orders, Zhu Peng stood on the street. Before the Red Mansion, he issued the arrangement in front of everyone, which means that once the decree is issued, there is no room for easing everything. At this time, Hong Ruohai stared at Zhu Peng fiercely with a pair of red eyes, and his good teeth were clenched at this time.

"It seems that the deputy commander is really in a dilemma with my Red House."

The magic power launched, and the three points returned to the yuan. The strong breath under Zhu Pengzhou's body was more fierce and horrible in the state of the three parts of mind and energy. It directly broke through the critical point of the eight layers of gas refining and directly rushed to the level of the nine layers of gas refining. The fierce prestige almost turned into substance, making it difficult for everyone present to have a word. .

Although the eight layers of gas refining and the nine layers of gas refining seem to be just a word different, the combat strength is thousands of miles away. Although Zhu Peng is a pseudo-nine layer temporarily improved by magic power, no one in the whole Qinglong City knows this kind of secret.

I didn't hear the threat of Hong Ruohai at all, or I didn't care at all when I heard it. Zhu Peng patted with one hand, and the sword flashed at his waist, and the magic light was as bright as electricity. The waterfall of the spiritual level was directly tossed by him, and he stabbed straight in front of Hong Ruohai's three steps.

"Are you unconvinced? I'm really so unconvinced. Try to cross this sword and look at the bloody Zhu Peng. Do you dare to kill you directly here?

In a sentence, the voice is powerful. Hong Ruohai's eyes are red and he still wants to open his mouth to support, but he is caught by the beautiful woman beside him. From this point, we can see the relative advantage of the female monk. Hong Ruohai, as a man, as the lord of the red house, can be defeated, can die, but a skin must not be lost, but Mrs. Hong But there is no such taboo.

A pair of white hands grabbed Hong Ruohai, one cried, two made trouble, and three hanged. No matter whether the woman was sincere or fake, but Hong Ruohai had to guard her side. Although it was a little humiliating, it directly gently resolved Zhu Peng's coercion.

With a wave of his hand, Zhu Peng didn't care much about such a result. He didn't intend to really kill Hong Ruohai. Liwei was Liwei. There was no need to kill Qiu Zhen. It was not a taboo. He was just worried that in the future, when Sister Hongyu would wake up and be caught between the master and the family, it would become difficult to be a human being.

Now the goal has been achieved. Zhu Peng's nine-layered realm of gas refining and the momentum of barbarism have been shown. I'm afraid it won't be long before these news will quickly spread all over Qinglong City like a hurricane.

At that time, whether it was the potential power of the assassin, or the unscrupulous profiteers who wanted to take advantage of Su Wen's snake's serious injury to bully Zhu Peng when he was young and make a fortune, they would be very afraid. A talented monk in the eight-level realm of refining gas and a ghost monk in the nine-tiered realm of gas refining were completely different threat levels.

Businessmen pursue profit, but it doesn't mean that they don't want to die at all. When the interests are insufficient and the danger level is too high, they will consciously think twice. After they think twice, Zhu Peng may have dealt with all the dangerous situations.

Turning around and pulling up the beautiful girl in the green dress, Zhu Peng finally remembered who she was. Of course, he would not leave her here to suffer.

"According to my investigation, this girl is related to the assassination of Miss Hongyu this time. I took her back and asked her carefully. If it is really related, she will kill her directly, and I won't inform you of Hongfu." After saying that, Zhu Peng picked up the girl and walked into the carriage. His gentle attitude made everyone scold in their hearts: "Kill? You're not going to finish killing in **, are you?"

The moon and night stars are sinking, and there is a hidden station in the Oriental Qinglong City. In the gloomy dark room, an old man in a red and black robe sits on the floor. A pair of palms of the hands are like dead wood. The true vitality is everywhere in the slight swallowing. The more you refine, the stronger it is, the stronger the more condense.