Chapter 23: Dormant Grudge (1) Huaxia Book Library Net
Abaal's two hands grasped the table, his bloodshot eyes staring ahead. He raised one hand and sent a bowl of strong liquor into his mouth, ignoring the wine stains flowing down his short beard under his chin, and refilled the bowl from the jug again.
His shoulders still ached with dull pain, but at this moment, it was clear that it no longer hindered his activities.
Zhang Liao, due to Liu Zhang's instructions, although that one punch was like a thunderbolt, still held back. That one punch only managed to dislocate his shoulder and leave some external injuries.
He is under that damned Han's command!
Abba picked up a roasted golden sheep's leg, took a big bite, as if tearing and biting Liu Zhang's flesh and blood in his mind.
He brought endless shame to himself and took away the woman he liked! Hey, judging from Angel's gaze at him, I'm afraid the two of them have already rolled into one...
Abel's teeth clenched with a loud click, and the veins on his forehead bulged like worms wriggling about. Thinking of Angel's delicate body, which might be nestled in Liu Zhang's arms at this very moment, her face flushed with pleasure as she yielded to his caresses, he couldn't help but shudder all over.
Bang! Splash!
With one kick, the table in front of him was kicked far away, and the cups, plates, and bowls on it shattered all over the floor. The whole roasted lamb flipped over several times, and when it stopped, the sheep's head was facing him, with its slightly open mouth seeming to be constantly making silent mockery.
"A lion always approaches its target with stealthy steps, a ferocious wolf only reveals its sharp claws when pouncing on prey. If you can't learn to restrain yourself, you'll never become the strongest warrior! If you don't adjust your state, then don't go to tomorrow night's hunt."
A tall figure emerged from the darkness, with a long scar on his dark red face that stretched from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. As he spoke, the scar twitched, exuding an unspeakable ferocity and sorrow.
"No! No one can stop me! No one can stop me from tearing that Han dog to pieces with my own hands! Not even you!" Abal suddenly jumped up, slamming the lamb leg in his hand to the ground, and furiously shouted.
The scar-faced man remained still, gazing at him with eyes that showed no ripple of emotion, nor a hint of feeling, like a dead person.
Abaer stared at him with a dead gaze, panting like an ox. The two of them stood there, motionless.
After a long while, Aba gradually calmed down, but the hatred in his eyes deepened by three points.
The scar-faced man's eyes finally had a hint of change, a hint of comfort crossing over.
"Depart at dawn tomorrow, and Lord Ren will be going with us." Turning to walk away, the cold voice came out again. "Sharpen your blade! Win everything with fresh blood, including... women!"
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"...The man's name was Zabur, which means the god of death in our language." Old Wumeng said with a hint of pain.
At dusk, when Meng Huo led E Huan and An Qi to Liu Zhang's tent, Zhao Yun and the other three let out a long sigh of relief.
They really didn't want that lively and lovely woman to live in hatred from now on. Fortunately, her father and grandfather finally made the right choice. Although it was a bit late.
Inside the tent, Liu Zhang still wore a faint smile and sat quietly in his seat. Zhao Yun, Gao Shun, and Zhang Liao stood behind him with their hands clasped together. Unless he was facing his closest relatives, Liu Zhang always had this lazy and smiling face.
Wu Meng and E Ke Tuo sat on one side, An Qi Er also obediently followed her father to sit down. Although she wanted to go over and lean against Liu Zhang Ge Ge, from the serious expressions of her father and grandfather, she knew they were going to discuss important matters, so it was better for her to behave herself.
