Beauty's Supreme Expert

Swallowing his saliva, Ding Sheng scolded, "Go back and tell that old bastard Nangong Duan to wash his neck clean and wait for me to get his dog head."    

Silence. The surroundings suddenly became quiet.    

Everyone widened their eyes, as if they had heard the most inconceivable thing.    

BOOM!    

Suddenly, a crashing sound could be heard and the table was split into pieces.    

The sound of shattering teacups, the splashing of tea, etc.    

Numerous gasps could be heard, but no one dared to speak.    

Good, good, good.    

"It's been a long time since anyone has dared to scold me."    

After saying three good words in a row, Nangong Duan laughed out loud: "Ding Sheng, you have done a great deed this time, come here and let me have a look at your injuries."    

Startled by Nangong Duan's state, Ding Sheng felt a little relieved and said, "Patriarch, my injuries are nothing, so I won't trouble you to take a look."    

Holy shit, a solid wooden table that was over fifty centimeters thick was actually cracked from the pressure?    

How much strength did it take to do that?    

He didn't dare to imagine how Ding Sheng would dare to go over.    

Besides, he had embellished it just now only to draw aggro.    

Now that he had gotten his hands on the aggro, if he let him go over, wouldn't that be courting death?    

"I won't say the same thing a second time."    

Ding Sheng's heart shrunk and he quickly walked over: "Patriarch, I'll be troubling you then."    

Before he came back, he had made a cut on his body with a knife in order to make it look real.    

The bloodstains on his body were real, and the injuries he had suffered were real.    

Looking at Ding Sheng's injuries, Nangong Duan put his hand on Ding Sheng's shoulder: "Don't move, I'll take a look for you."    

Although what Ding Sheng said was true, the act of letting go of the tiger and returning it back to the mountain inevitably made people suspicious.    

Nangong Duan checked the condition of Ding Sheng's body through the force.    

His meridians were severely damaged, and he was obviously hurt by the thick internal energy. This also meant that Ding Sheng was not lying.    

But why did he feel a chill?    

"Ding Sheng, you …" "Not good …"    

Just when he was about to ask what was going on, Nangong Duan suddenly jumped up from his chair.    

Bang bang bang.    

Ding Sheng, who was still alive a moment ago, suddenly felt chills down his spine.    

The sound of ice solidifying sounded out, and in just three seconds, it turned into a statue.    

Kacha, kacha.    

Immediately afterwards, cracks began to appear on the ice sculpture. Its speed was so fast that it disappeared in the blink of an eye.    

Boom …    

With an explosive sound, the cracks in the ice sculpture flew in all directions.    

It was like an irregular dart disc, spinning at high speeds and shooting out a sharp block of ice.    

Under the light, he could clearly see the red color inside the ice.    

It was Ding Sheng's blood, frozen blood!    

Along with the explosion of the ice cube, Ding Sheng also exploded.    

Ah … My Eyes...    

My neck...    

Dead … Dead …    

The temperature of the entire office plummeted by a few degrees, and waves of cold air spread out.    

They simply did not see what happened, and the members of the Nangong Family were hit one after another.    

Nangong Duan, who was the closest to the ground, emitted a red glow and blocked the ice that was shooting towards him.    

But even so, the cold had already invaded his body.    

The explosion came and went quickly, but the entire office was in a mess.    

Wailing sounds could be heard endlessly. The ground was littered with broken ice cubes and blood.    

Drink.    

A roar sounded. Nangong Duan's face was as deep as water and his heart was full of horror.    

As he spat out a mouthful of black blood, his face relaxed.    

Just what was this thing?    

That gloominess actually almost made him fall for it?