The Heaven’s Jailer

However, Song Shuang, Cheng Kai, and Song Lingjun knew Liu Lang, especially Song Shuang and Cheng Kai. They had witnessed that Liu Lang cracked the pupil circle and completed the Yu Clan’s millions of years of hard work. Things that could not be done.

In other words, you can't really treat Liu Lang as a golden fairy.

Seeing Liu Lang's calm and composure, the two who had originally accepted their fate, looked at each other and felt that there was another glimmer of hope.

"Since Master Bi Ning doesn't appreciate it, then I won't force it."

On the other side, Liu Lang shook his head and turned to Song Lingjun with a sigh, "Song Lingjun, you didn't invite Master Bi Ning, right?"

Song Shuang had been back to Yucheng for so long, and Bi Ning didn't come here either, but at this moment, Yucheng appeared. Liu Lang didn't believe it had nothing to do with Song Lingjun.

"How is it possible? I don't know her." Song Lingjun pretended to be calm, but his eyes kept flickering.

This is the external manifestation of lying.

"In other words, it's just a coincidence? This is the best. Actually, I hope it's a coincidence. After all, you are the daughter of the second elder." Liu Lang didn't say the following words, but he believed that Song Lingjun could understand.

"I thought I threw you over so that you came to talk to someone? You have to understand, you will be like them soon."

At this moment, the copycat version of Zutong has been listening to it. Seeing Liu Lang finished talking about this and that, she didn't mean to stop. The copycat version of Zutong finally couldn't hold back.

"really?"

Liu Lang turned his head back and asked in surprise.

"of course."

The copycat version of Zu Tong coldly snorted: "Originally, you are a golden fairy, you are not qualified to stand here, but I decided to make an exception and give you a chance to die with them."

"Then do I have to thank you? Zuo Xian!"

Liu Lang asked with a smile.

"You, how do you know my name is Zuo Xian?" Hearing the words "Zuo Xian", the copycat version of Zutong almost fell from the air.

You know, he hasn't been called by this name for millions of years, so that at first hearing, he is a little strange.

"you guess?"

Liu Lang said calmly.

"I guess? Where do I go?" The copycat version of Zu Tong felt a little bit unable to see Liu Lang.

"Master Zuo, why don't we take a step to speak?"

Some things, in front of Song Shuang, Cheng Kai, Song Lingjun and Bi Ning, are not easy to pick, Liu Lang thought for a while and said.

"Take a step?" The copycat version of Zutong asked suspiciously: "Is it necessary? All four of them are dying."

"What if we finish talking, don't you want to kill them anymore?"

Liu Lang said with a smile.

"This..." The copycat version of Zutong wanted to tell herself that Liu Lang was pretending to be sophisticated, but all signs showed that Liu Lang had dry goods.

Thinking of this, the Shanzhai version of Zutong's mind moved, and a huge barrier was immediately lowered above the sky, completely separating Song Shuang, Cheng Kai, Song Lingjun and Bi Ning.

In this way, not only the conversation between him and Liu Lang, other people can't hear it, and everyone else can't see their every move.

"Just say what you want!"

The copycat version of Zu Tong stared at Liu Lang, waiting for Liu Lang's dry goods.

"Didn't you want to know before, what is my name? Now, I tell you, my name is Zutong." Liu Lang cleared his throat and said every word.

"you wanna die!"

The copycat version of Zu Tong suddenly became angry. The reason why he wanted to copy Zu Tong is because Zu Tong is supreme in his eyes.

However, now, Liu Lang standing in front of him said that he was Zu Tong, which was undoubtedly a kind of blasphemy, or an unforgivable kind.

"Don't believe it?" The reaction of the copycat version of Zu Tong was completely in Liu Lang's expectation.

"Of course I don't believe it." If it weren't for consideration, there are still too many things that I don't understand, and I have to wait for Liu Lang to explain.

"Actually, I didn't believe it at first."

Liu Lang sighed and said pretentiously: "However, sometimes facts are facts and will not change because of human will. Of course, if I explain this way, you must still feel that I am slanderous. To convince you, I am looking for a witness to come out now."

"witness?"

In the copycat version of Zutong's suspicious gaze, Liu Lang thought, and dragged Zuo Hao out of the Wutian Sacred Stele.

When Zuo Hao just came out, his eyes were a little dazed, but soon he was fixed on the copycat version of Zu Tong.

"Are you Senior Zuo Hyun?"

Zuo Hao asked tentatively.

"You are...Tong Clan!" Feeling the familiar breath, the copycat version of Zu Tong cried out in shock.

"Yes, I am the Pupil Clan, a genuine Pupil Clan. My grandfather's name is Zuo Zhi, do you know you?" Zuo Hao asked.

"It turned out to be Zuo Zhi's descendants."

The copycat version of Zutong re-examined Zuo Hao, and after a long while, he muttered to himself: "Sure enough, there is a shadow of Zuo Zhi."

Back then, in the entire Pupils, there were few who could pee into the same pot with him, and Zuo Zhi was one of them. Therefore, even after a million years, the copycat version of Zutong still has a deep memory.

"How about Zuo Zhi?"

After being silent for about three to five seconds, the copycat version of Zutong asked Zuo Hao.

"My grandfather passed away 700,000 years ago." Zuo Hao replied truthfully.

In fact, Zuo Hao has never seen his grandfather Zuo Zhi. After all, Zuo Hao is only tens of thousands of years old. He just inferred from the age that Zuo Xian in front of him should be the same age as his grandfather Zuo Zhi. Characters.

"Seven hundred thousand years ago?"

Hearing this exaggerated number, the copycat version of Zutong was taken aback, and sighed, "Yes, if he can't break through the **** king, he can only live up to 700,000 years ago."

After speaking, the copycat version of Zutong fell silent again.

About a minute later, the copycat version of Zu Tong suddenly asked Zuo Hao, "Why are you here? Is it possible that Tong Clan is coming back?"

"come back?"

Zuo Hao smiled bitterly: "Today's Pupil Clan is going downhill, except for a few people, no one wants to come back."

"Sure enough, I guessed it."

The copycat version of Zutong said with hatred: "I told them long ago that Tongcheng is the root of the Tongzu. After leaving Tongcheng, the Tongzu can't live anymore. It's fulfilled, it's really fulfilled."

Although the copycat version of Zutong disagrees with the decision made by the high level of the pupils, he still cares about the pupils themselves.

"Now, how many **** kings are there in the pupils?"

After calming down for a while, the copycat version of Zutong asked Zuo Hao.

"God King?"

Zuo Hao hesitated to swallow and spit, and said the truth: "There has been no **** king long ago, and the holy lord is no more than two palms."

"Holy Lord is not more than two palms... My Nima!"

The copycat version of Zu Tong instantly exploded in foul language.

You know, the pupils back then were super strong races that could compete with the demons. It has only been a million years, and it hasn't fallen to this level, it's chilling.