C21 021 Clash

Seeing Hee Zheng's expression, Qiao Peiyu knew that Hee Zheng had already remembered everything that had happened that day, and laughed while covering his lips.

But how could Hee Zheng let this girl have her way. He coldly looked at Qiao Peiyu, and his eyes seemed to contain two small flames: "Qiao Peiyu, don't think that I do not know who did it."

He paused again, and said softly: "Your son told the demonized Dream Swollowing Demon to come kill me, do you know who saved me?"

Hearing the word "demon", Qiao Peiyu's eyelids twitched.

Cultivators avoid colluding with demons the most. If they were to be discovered, they would be hunted by the entire cultivation world. Considering that Hee Jin was not normal recently … Qiao Peiyu remained calm: "Little brat, you can't spit out anything good, stop lying to me, think about how to serve a man!"

"Don't worry about it." Hee Zheng's temper was explosive, his previous words would have been angered by Qiao Peiyu, and he had done many foolish things. However, once he was able to suppress his temper and Qiao Peiyu caused his movements to become disordered, he would not fall into his trap easily.

He leaned close to Qiao Peiyu, and the anger that he had imagined did not appear. Hee Zheng's expression was very calm, and his voice was so soft that only two people could hear it, "The one who saved me, is Lee Zong."

When Hee Zheng smiled, he was extremely handsome. He looked at Qiao Peiyu with lowered eyes: "Do you think that Lee Zong won't investigate?"

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for putting in so much effort to get Lee Zong and I to marry each other." Hee Zheng lowered his head and smiled faintly.

Qiao Peiyu's face was truly green and white this time, unable to recover.

Satisfied, Hee Zheng strolled away and let out a long breath.

It seemed that dealing with such a woman didn't just rely on one's voice, it also depended on one's intelligence.

Hee Zheng glanced at Qiao Peiyu's pale reflection on the glass and chuckled.

Things had just started.

"..."

Before Hee Jin returned home, he concealed the smell of blood on his body. Different from the cold and emotionless person in the darkness, when he returned to his Hee Family, Hee Jin once again became a sunny youth.

"Mom, why are you standing here?" Hee Jin walked in, and asked when he saw Qiao Peiyu standing on the stairs with an ugly expression.

Qiao Peiyu regained her senses, but compared to her anger, Qiao Peiyu still retained some rationality: "What did you do outside?"

Hee Jin was Qiao Peiyu's youngest son. Unlike Hee Qin, she had an extremely good Inherent Skill since birth. Hee Jin's talent could only be considered average. However, a year ago, Hee Jin had been provoked and received heavy injuries. For some reason, after his injuries healed, Hee Jin seemed to have become a completely different person. Not only did his strength grow stronger, his entire person also became more and more mysterious.

However, Qiao Peiyu had too many things and she couldn't possibly take everything into account, which was why she didn't have time to pay attention to his youngest son's changes. Hee Zheng's words rang the alarm bell in Qiao Peiyu's heart, as she vigilantly stared at her son: "Hee Jin, don't even think about stopping. There are some things you shouldn't get involved in. "

"I know, Mom, don't worry." Hee Jin pulled Qiao Peiyu's hand, and said as if he was acting spoiled.

Suddenly, Hee Jin felt something strange in his palm, black sewage flowed out from his palm. Hee Jin's expression did not change, he kept his hands in his pockets: "Mom, I'll go back to my room now."

"Go."

Hee Jin quickly closed the door and took his hand out from his pocket. The black water in his palm had already filled his entire palm and Hee Jin laughed, "It looks like the person controlled by the Demonic Qi has already started to move …"

"..."

As night fell, a young man in short sleeves left the room. He wanted to try out the new power he had gained today, but in order to hide it from others, he chose to hide somewhere.

The exploration had already been completed a few days ago — there were many parentless orphans in the village of the city, living as beggars. Thus, even if one or two of them died, no one would discover it.

The man drove and stopped at the village. The house was dilapidated and crowded. He walked to the door of one of the worst rooms in the house and knocked lightly on the door that served only as an ornament.

A petite child covered in filth wiped his face and stared at the newcomer with a ferocious expression, "Who are you? What do you want to do?!"

The man curled the corner of his mouth and smacked him on the head. Black gas flew from his palm to the child's forehead, and the child fell to the ground, as if entering a dream …