I lived two hundred years

Chapter 167 Divine Skills
Shen Lang returned a salute, and smiled at Bai Xixue: "You are not wronged if you can be defeated by the magical skill 'Holding a Sister in Your Arms'. Let's compete again when we have time. I can show you the power of 'Holding a Sister in Your Arms' to your heart's content." The secret meaning of Sister Killing'."

"Asshole, you have a good idea."

Zong Li withdrew the whip from Shen Lang's hand with an indignant expression on his face.

She introduced Bai Xixue to Shen Lang, because she wanted Bai Xixue to teach Shen Lang a lesson, and she wouldn't let him take advantage of it.

Bai Xixue said seriously, "I'm looking forward to it."

Shen Lang nodded in satisfaction, and smiled tacitly with Bai Xixue.

Seeing the two people laughing so tacitly, Zong Li was very upset, and said coldly: "Let's come here first today. What about this white dog? Leave him here?"

It was only then that Bai Xixue remembered that Jonathan was still lying beside her. She walked over to have a look and found that he was already unconscious.

Hearing the sound of his heart beating, there was nothing serious, but Shen Lang rubbed against the ground like an iron plow, and his body was covered with weeds and dirt, making him look a little miserable.

"I'll call someone from the University of Leicester to bring him back."

Bai Xixue thought for a while, took out the phone, and was about to make a call, but heard a miserable howl, and a black figure rushed over at an astonishing speed, bringing a trail of smoke and dust to Jonathan.

"Master Jonathan, Master Jonathan, Master Jonathan, wake up. My God! Who is it? How dare he treat you like this? This is blasphemy, this is trampling on the dignity of the noble Joy family, this is asking Britain declares war!"

The visitor was speaking in the standard Huaxia language with ups and downs, while secretly watching Shen Lang, Bai Xixue, and Zong Li out of the corner of his eyes, as if he wanted to see who the murderer was.

It's just that the three of Shen Lang were very nervous, they were completely unmoved, and instead looked at each other with interest.

The person who appeared suddenly was a well-dressed uncle. Although he came running wildly, his clothes were not messy, giving people a sense of order no matter when and where.

This is not something ordinary people can do.

"You are Jonathan's housekeeper!" Bai Xixue recognized him at this time, and said in surprise, "Didn't Jonathan let you stay in Britain?"

"As Master Jonathan's housekeeper, how could I allow him to come to Huaxia thousands of miles away? Even though Master Jonathan didn't like it, I had to come. I can't let my master approach danger."

Mr. Housekeeper said, looking at Jonathan who was in a coma, his expression seemed to say, "This is what happens without me."

"You don't seem to be worried about your master at all. You are not a good housekeeper." Zong Li said sarcastically, not seeing the housekeeper's complacency.

Mr. Butler smiled slightly and said, "Jonathan's injury is just a minor matter, just sleep well. Why should I make such a fuss?"

"It's as if the person who called out the sky and the ground just now is not you."

The three of Shen Lang seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they cursed at the same time.

"However, Miss Bai, as the person who brought Master Jonathan to China, shouldn't you be responsible for his personal safety? I need an explanation about this matter."

Mr. Butler's eyes suddenly became sharp, like two sharp knives, cutting in all directions on the three of Shen Lang.

"I did it. Let me give you an explanation."

Shen Lang shook his head, stood up, and faced Mr. Housekeeper.

Mr. Housekeeper nodded and said, "I don't want to make things difficult for a beautiful woman like Miss Bai. Since you took the initiative to stand up, for the sake of being a man, I will allow you to commit suicide."

"What did you say?"

Shen Lang's eyes widened and he picked out his ears, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

Mr. Housekeeper dissatisfied: "I allow you to commit suicide and not to pursue your family, it is already the best of humanity. If you are greedy for other things, then don't blame me for taking back this last bit of mercy."

Hearing this, Shen Lang smiled instead of anger, and said: "If you can really investigate my family, I would be grateful to you. I haven't seen them for a long, long time, and I miss them very much."

Mr. Steward was taken aback, then sneered and said: "It turns out that it is a poor and lonely family. No wonder it dares to mess around. A wild dog without a home, bold, living day by day, like a walking dead. Living is the greatest tragedy. Maybe I have nothing. What needs to be done will give you the best punishment."

"Mr. Steward, you have successfully angered me." Shen Lang sneered, "I originally planned to let the matter stop here. Since you don't cherish it, I don't have to be polite. The weather is a bit cold, let the Joey family start from history disappear."

"Damn wild dog, shut your dirty mouth and stop oozing that disgusting slime."

Mr. Steward narrowed his eyes, moved his footsteps lightly, his figure disappeared, and suddenly appeared behind Shen Lang.

A dagger slipped from Mr. Steward's cuff and fell into the palm of his hand. With a flash of silver light, it stabbed at Shen Lang's back.

A standard backstab is about to be done!

How could Shen Lang let this happen.

He is still in a self-sealed state at this time, and if he is stabbed by this sword, he will also be injured and bleed.

The blood of zombies is so precious, how can it flow out casually?

Not to mention Shen Lang who doesn't drink blood but only eats blood pills.

Without turning around, as if he had eyes behind his back, Shen Lang threw out a fist, hitting the blade of the dagger and deflecting it.

Mr. Steward was astonished, and his movements did not stop for a moment. He turned to one side and dodged the elbow that Shen Lang was chasing after him. After turning around, he came behind Shen Lang again. The back of his head.

"Annoying flies."

Shen Lang sneered, twisted his waist and turned around, his footsteps slipped and hooked Mr. Butler's ankle.

Mr. Steward's ankle was hooked by Shen Lang, and he lost his balance immediately, the offensive stopped suddenly, and he fell to one side.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to land, his body suddenly defied the gravity of the earth, twisted for a while, turned around in the air in a strange posture, and slashed across Shen Lang's ankle with a sword.

Shen Lang's calf trembled, and he narrowly avoided Mr. Butler's swipe. He leaned forward and raised his knee naturally, hitting Mr. Butler's chin, knocking him flying out.

The moment Mr. Steward flew out, Shen Lang, Zong Li, and Bai Xixue frowned at the same time.

I saw that Mr. Housekeeper suddenly exploded in the air and turned into a cloud of black smoke.

A familiar yet unfamiliar breath emanated from the black smoke.

Immediately, black shadows holding sharp knives rushed out of the black smoke, attacking Shen Lang from all directions.

This is actually the power of shadow.

No wonder Shen Lang felt familiar.

The small shadow world connected to the Yuanyin Gate in his hand uses the power of shadow.

However, Mr. Steward's shadow power is different from the shadow power of the shadow world. They have the same attributes but different origins, and pursue different developments.

The power of shadow in the small world of shadows pursues perfection and all-round development, with an all-encompassing grandeur, showing the powerful attribute of absolute darkness in shadows.

Mr. Butler's shadow power pursues concealment, as long as he doesn't show it normally, it's hard for others to notice his difference.

This is also the reason why Shen Lang failed to discover his identity as a practitioner in the first place.

It's just too late to say anything now.

(End of this chapter)