The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1282 Death Is Coming (2/4)

This chilling feeling on the back went straight to the soul, giving Fan Xing goose bumps all over his body.

However, he still did not give up the idea of ​​finding out the news.

Although there are rumors outside that Sun Rong is already critically ill, this matter is of great importance, and the young man cannot just listen to one-sided words from the outside world, so he thought of coming to the villa where Sun Rong lives to find out the truth.

He was very sincere in his heart, and it would be better if Sun Rong died.

As long as he could get the news of confirmation of death.

He could immediately let several stock traders under the company trade accurately and cash out from the stock market.

If he took action now, it would actually be risky.

The young man did not have much savings, and he wanted to do a big deal this time and invest all his funds.

Therefore, this requires more prudent behavior.

In the past two days, he continued to stay here and make trouble, using various rogue methods to try to anger the head maid and the maids here, so as to get the truth.

However, everyone here kept their mouths shut, and no matter what he asked, they refused to say a word.

This made Fan Xing feel a little uncomfortable.

At this time, Fan Xing turned his eyes to Zhuo Yi who was standing next to Aunt Qiu.

He knew that Zhuo Yi was Sun Rong's senior, and there must be some connection between the two.

And Zhuo Yi had a special work permit from Huaguo Water Curtain Group hanging on his chest.

This made Fan Xing see new hope all of a sudden.

Maybe Zhuo Yi knew something.

Obviously, the young man did not realize that his behavior was courting death.

"Isn't this General Zhuo?"

Fan Xing said with a little contempt: "I don't know why an outsider from General Zhuo came to my sister Sun Rong's place? My sister and I have already privately agreed to spend our lives together. Isn't it too late for you to come here and show your courtesy now?"

Zhuo Yi's mouth twitched fiercely. Not to mention Aunt Qiu, he couldn't help it!

However, the Death Heavenly Dao Senior has already taken action in this matter, and Zhuo Yi only needs to be patient and watch the show.

Fan Xing felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the young man in overalls in front of him.

He didn't know why, but he always felt a chill when he looked into the eyes of this young man.

So, Fan Xing frowned again and said, "General Zhuo is at least the senior of my junior sister Sun Rong. I don't know where this great god came from?"

Death Heaven: "..."

Fan Xing: "What are you looking at! Big eyes are great! Is staring useful? You have the ability to stare me to death! It's not your turn as an outsider to make trouble in my sister's house!"

As soon as the voice fell, Fan Xing didn't know why he felt his body getting colder and colder.

He snorted, stood up from the sofa, and glanced at the maids: "This young master seems to have caught a cold. I'm going back to my room first. You quickly make me a bowl of ginger soup and prepare a typhoid fever recovery pill for me, otherwise don't expect a tip!"

After that, the young man left with a few black-clad bodyguards accompanying him with a face full of arrogance.

"Senior...you don't want to do it?"

Zhuo Yi couldn't bear it anymore.

Death Heavenly Dao said coldly: "The timer has started. He will be sent to the hospital within 24 hours..."

Death Heavenly Dao did have the urge to stare Fan Xing to death.

His eyes are: Heavenly Dao·Direct Gaze·Death Demon Eyes...

As long as he uses his power and stares at a person for more than 10 seconds, the person will die immediately.

However, due to Fan Xing's constant provocation, Death Heavenly Dao changed his mind.

It would be too easy for him to stare him to death...

Half-death is the greatest torture.

In the spiritual space, Sun Rong asked curiously: "Senior, what will happen to my cousin?"

Death Heavenly Dao: "Don't worry, Miss Sun, he won't die, but his life is over."

Sun Rong sighed: "I didn't expect him to be so vicious."

As soon as Fan Xing left, Aunt Qiu naturally apologized.

Fan Xing stayed here for the past two days, which gave her a headache.

Aunt Qiu: "I'm sorry to both of you. I shouldn't have let him in."

"It's okay, Aunt Qiu. People like this will naturally get their comeuppance." Zhuo Yi said with a smile.

...

On the other side, Fan Xing, who returned to the room, felt uncomfortable all over.

For some reason, he was getting colder and colder.

He lay on the bed in the guest room, his body softened, and he felt that he had lost all his strength.

"Oh no, the young master seems to have a fever. Go ask the private doctor in the villa to come and see him."

"No, I've asked about it before... The private doctor has also been transferred to the hospital for a meeting."

Several accompanying bodyguards talked about it.

"What are you talking about! If you have time, why don't you go and urge those maids!" Fan Xing lowered his voice and shouted, and several bodyguards retreated and left the room after hearing what he said.

At this moment, Fan Xing was the only one left in the room.

The murderous intent quietly descended...

His head rested on the pillow.

For some reason, Fan Xing felt that the pillow seemed particularly soft today.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while.

However, not long after, the young man began to feel a sense of stuffiness.

He felt that his breathing began to become difficult.

In an instant, Fan Xing jumped up from the bed like a dying salted fish!

"What... is going on?"

Then he was surprised to find that.

He didn't know when the pillow had a big hole!

All the cotton wool that flowed out flowed into his nostrils and mouth!

"Pfft, pfft, pfft... vomit..."

Try hard to pick out the foreign objects in your mouth and nose.

Fan Xing knelt on the ground, staring at the cotton wool soaked with his saliva and snot on the ground.

The strange situation in front of him made him feel terrified.

He realized that he couldn't stay in the room alone!

"Come on! Come on!" he yelled.

However, there was no movement outside the door of the guest room.

The bodyguards were all scolded away by him. Go to urge the maid to prepare the soup, and no one stayed to guard him...

"Damn it!" Fan Xing gritted his teeth, rushed to the door and turned the door handle angrily.

Then!

With a click!

The whole handle was twisted off by him.

Fan Xing: "???"

However, before the young man could react, why the door handle of the bedroom was twisted off so easily by himself.

A screw on the door suddenly fell at this moment and rolled to the feet of the young man.

Fan Xing was in a trance and didn't notice the situation under his feet at all. He stepped on the screw with his bare feet.

The sharp pain came instantly!

It spread all over his body!

The young man lost his balance with a scream.

He stumbled and was about to hit the edge of the bed!

Fan Xing used up his last strength to infuse spiritual energy into his head!

He strengthened the hardness of his head!

The next moment, his "iron head" really hit the edge of the bed.

The huge impact made the whole bed lifted up, completing a perfect 360° Thomas full spin in the air and then pressing heavily on his lower body...

"Master! The medicine is here!"

The bodyguard has rushed back, holding the medicine in his hand.

Hearing the movement inside the door, he kicked the door in quickly: "Master, what's wrong with you!"

The bedroom door was kicked away, like a flying guillotine, directly hitting Fan Xing's head.

For a moment, the bedroom was full of blood...

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