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[028] Zhong Yiluo is the name you can call

Gong Ao's eyes widened and he didn't believe everything in front of him. He looked at Zhong Yiluo in disbelief: "Red Stick Zhong Yiluo?" It was obvious that he was afraid of Zhong Yiluo, and even his voice was trembling a little.

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Zhong Yiluo yawned lazily and pulled out the dagger from Gong Ao's abdomen: "How can you call this name Zhong Yiluo?"

"How dare you hit me?" Gong Ao said painfully while holding the wound.

Zhong Yiluo took an iron rod. The boy Xia Cheng had nothing but a lot of iron rods. He first weighed the weight of the iron rod, and then hit Gong Ao on the head hard: "Should I be afraid of you?

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Immediately blood started to pour out of Gong Ao's head. Gong Ao's body shook a little, and there was a little pleading in his tone: "Let me go."

He knew that he would end badly in the hands of Red Stick Zhong Yiluo. It wasn't that he was afraid of death. He would torture him until he wanted to die but couldn't. In his hands, no matter how strong his willpower was, he would not be able to die in the end.

You will be forced intolerable.

Those little minions who came with Gong Ao saw that their boss was like this, so they had no fighting power.

"Have you ever seen me treat an enemy like this?" Zhong Yiluo said coldly.

Gong Ao immediately knelt in front of Zhong Yiluo. He didn't know whether it was because his legs were weak or because he couldn't wait. In short, the arrogance he had just now was gone.

There is a kind of magic power in Zhong Yiluo, which can make everyone convinced of him. You don't have to be afraid of anyone, but you must be afraid of him, because his name is Zhong Yiluo.

Gong Ao kowtowed and begged, "Let me go, let me go!"

"Take the message back and tell Jian Mo that instead of putting your idea on a white paper fan, it's better to work with my red stick openly. Of course, if you Jians have the courage. Now, get out!"

Zhong Yiluo hit Gong Ao hard with the iron rod again, but Gong Ao never fought back. This is when the red stick has reached a certain level. Just hearing this name will scare people out of their courage, let alone expect him to fight back.

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Gong Ao stood up and led a group of his men to escape in despair.

The scene was quiet. Zhong Yiluo rushed over and hugged Xia Cheng: "Brother, are you okay?" Then he carefully inspected Xia Cheng's injuries.

Xia Cheng was still worried about Luo Chenran, so he pointed in the direction of Luo Chenran and motioned for Zhong Yiluo to look over.

"Send him to the emergency room. It's probably hopeless." Zhong Yiluo said, looking at Luo Chenran who was lying on the ground and had fainted.

Luo Chenran stood up immediately: "You are so hopeless."

"It turns out he's not dead." Zhong Yiluo said.

"How could I dare to die if I don't use you as my back-up?"

Luo Chenran said lukewarmly that Xia Cheng didn't know him because he was too little involved in the disputes between the rivers and lakes. He was very familiar with Zhong Yiluo. He didn't know how many times they had been on the battlefield together, and they had walked through rains of bullets and bullets.

Countless times, when I just fainted, I didn’t even bother to do anything.

"Then you have to live well." Zhong Yiluo also said lukewarmly.

"Of course I am living well." Luo Chenran said.

"Yes, I was knocked unconscious just now!" Thinking of Luo Chenran's frustrated look just now, Zhong Yiluo couldn't help but smile.

Luo Chenran was stunned: "I just felt sleepy, so I took the opportunity to take a nap."
Chapter completed!
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