The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 5: Spicy domestic slave

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The corner of her mouth curled slightly, Zhuo Fan already understood what she meant.

Probably the eldest lady thought he was crazy, but she couldn't bear that he was killed by mistake in the fight between the two sides, so she found a chance to hide herself under the protection of the guards.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't pull him over quickly, don't let him be embarrassed there." Luo Yunchang shouted to the guard again.

However, the guard has not moved yet, and a **** silver knife is already placed on Zhuo Fan's neck.

"Hold on!"

Steward Sun smiled coldly, and looked straight into Luo Yunchang's eyes, as if she had seen all her thoughts through: "Hey hey... the eldest lady is still as good as ever, even crazy. Domestic slaves also want to save."

Fucked his brows, Luo Yunchang shouted angrily: "Steward Sun, don't you even let go of a lunatic?"

"Hehehe...or the same sentence, if you don't want innocent people to be implicated, quickly hand over Huilongzhang. Otherwise, those of us don't mind the blood of one more person on the knife."

As soon as the voice fell, the thief who held Zhuo Fan with the knife scratched the blade of the knife on Zhuo Fan's face, and let out a bloodthirsty laugh.

Luo Yunshang pursed his lips, a trace of hesitation appeared in his eyes, but he quickly closed his eyes in pain.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Fan has fully understood her decision.

Although this eldest lady does not intend to exchange martial skills for his life, as a master, he can make a moment of hesitation for a domestic slave, which has made him quite gratified.

However, if he wants to survive next, he has to solve it himself.

Looking back at the bandit with the knife, he was fat, about the same size as him, and his strength was about seven layers.

"It should be solved!"

Zuo Fan tightened his fists, his body's vitality secretly gathered to his left arm, and a cruel color flashed in his eyes.

"Huh, miss, since you are so stubborn. Then this Zhuo Fan will be the first person to die because of you." Steward Sun waved his hand and stared at Luo Yunchang's painful eyes, shouting, "Fatty, do it."

Hearing the instruction, the fat man gave a wicked smile, and raised the silver knife in his hand.

However, at this moment, after a loud bang, people’s ears heard the sound of "Kera" of broken bones, followed by the wailing of the fat man killing a pig.

The knife in his hand also fell.

Zuo Fan stretched out his hand to catch it, took the falling knife, turned around and chopped it.

In an instant, the blood drifted away, and a fat head flew into the air in response.

Although Zhuo Fan only has the strength to build the base five levels, his physical strength and the energy stored in his body are only available to the masters of the Qi Gathering Realm. At that time, while the fat man was not paying attention, his left elbow hit his chest violently, breaking the bones of his chest and back.

Then he raised the knife again, and everything was done in one go.

Everyone didn't react to what happened. The fat man had already lost his head and died.

Plop!

The blood-filled head fell on the ground, and Gu Lulu rolled in front of Steward Sun.

Steward Sun looked at the familiar face in front of him stupidly, unable to believe it was true.

He has been in the Luo family for so many years, watching Zhuo Fan grow up. Does his grandson know what kind of person he is? He is a loyal, honest and bullying domestic slave.

Who ever thought that such a sheep-like person would one day show the teeth of a tiger and wolf, and one day a master who built the seven layers of the foundation would be dealt with by a single blow. The killing was so fierce and fierce that even these bandits didn't feel cold in their hearts.

The Luo family guards were even more stunned. Is this still the loyal and kind-hearted Zhuo Fan who talked and laughed with them? Except for the cultivation base, the agility and fierceness of this skill is beyond the reach of their guard leader.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden scene, and time seemed to stand still. Everyone stared straight at Zhuo Fan, who was holding the blood knife, motionless, and seemed to have forgotten even breathing.

If you don't leave at this time, when will you wait?

Zuo Fan narrowed his eyes and made a decisive decision. While everyone was still in a daze, he slammed the blood knife at the housekeeper Sun, and he rushed towards Miss Luo Family. After the housekeeper Sun reacted and blocked the blood knife, Zhuo Fan had already arrived in front of Luo Yunchang.

He lifted Luo Yunhai in one hand, grabbed Luo Yunchang in the other, and ran to the depths of the woods.

"Go!"

Luo Yunchang was taken aback for a moment, at a loss, and could only let him run away.

Steward Sun saw that the besieged sheep slipped away again, and couldn't help but become anxious, and shouted, "Catch me."

However, as they just moved, the guard leader and the guards were already in front of them.

"Hmph, do you think you can stop us?" Steward Sun looked at the guard leader and said viciously.

The guard leader smiled freely and shook his head: "I can't stop it, but you can delay for a while and let the young master and the young lady get out."

"Hehehe...you are dead, can the two of them run away?" Steward Sun said inwardly.

Turning his head and glanced at the direction where Zhuo Fan and the others disappeared, the guard leader nodded confidently: "I may not be able to run before, but now that child is protecting them."

The rest of the guards listened and nodded all together, feeling an inexplicable trust in Zhuo Fan for no reason.

Although they don't understand why Zhuo Fan is suddenly so brave, having such a warrior by the young lady's side can also give them a chance to survive.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, the housekeeper Sun looked into the distance gloomily, with a snake-like poisonous light in his eyes: "That stinky kid dares to do bad things to me. When the old man catches him, he must peel his skin and tear his bones. , Let him die without a corpse!"