“You’re a witch... hahaha...” When the golden boy looked at Ye Chen, he lost his heart and madly laughed... There was a lot of ununderstood content in this laughter...

“Smiling at Nima...”

The Bam!

Ye Chen lifted his foot and kicked the golden boy in the mouth.

Hip...

Blood spewing out, with a few white teeth... "The old man is a witch, do you laugh at a hairy line?"It’s like being a fat man, he doesn’t feel anything, but the people next to him repeatedly laugh, you’re a fat man, hahaha, you’re a fat man...

In exchange for any one person, it will erupt for a long time... what happened to the fat man?Have you eaten your home?Drinking your water?What about your bird?

So, Ye Chen is a witch, there is never anything to hide: Laozi was born with the blood of the witch clan, or the most powerful kind, which is related to your bird?Do you laugh at hair?

"Come to people... quickly ... make an announcement...this witch must be removed... otherwise it will suffer endlessly..." The golden-clad boy lay on the ground, covered in blood, because he was knocked out of a lot of teeth, and there was a little leaky when he spoke...

“What are you doing?”Not going soon?”After a command, I found that many ghost soldiers even taunted in the same place and did not dare to move, and the heart called a sting.

The soldiers did not dare to move...

Because Qin Guang and Chu Xian are not furnishings... Good is also the famous first temple of the underworld and the second temple of hell... even though it has now been stripped down, but the realm of the family is placed here...

But dealing with some ghosts will still be more than enough...

“You can try it, you can try it, see if I can kill you all...” Today’s Chu Xian can be described as a veritable bloodthirsty fairy appearance...

Two fingers on the front of the slow rubbing, as if there is a very interesting thing on the nails... his mouth slightly raised, his eyes released the red light...

It is obvious that Ye Chen is so strong that he does not want to be left out in the cold... Now, he also wants to kill...

Oh yeah...

The devils, they retreated.

However, behind them came a more horrifying voice again... “You can take another step back... so it’s up to me...”

Oh my god...

The ghost soldiers were scared and their feet were instantly fixed in place... If they could sweat, they would still be forced to sweat the kind...

“Oh, it seems that your ghost soldier can’t get out...” Ye Chen looked around and said with a sneer in his heart...

The golden-clad boy saw, and a very bad thought arose in his heart... swallowed a mouthful of blood... “You... you... you want to kill me?”

Ye Chen approached a step forward...conditions I had already told you...Answer my question...you might die a little happier...on the contrary... you will die very miserable...”

The fire is once again at your fingertips.

“I ask you again, why let go of the soul of Shura...what do you have to do with them?”

The fingers slightly slid... a glimmer of fire fell on the corner of the golden-clad boy's clothes...

“You only have ten seconds to think... after ten seconds...even if you want to say it, I don’t want to hear it...” Ye Chen’s smile deepened... like a demon... Now he is no longer in the mood to threaten each other.

Love said no, anyway, how can the old man go to the Shura world to find out...

“Ten...”

“Nine...”

“Eight...”

The morning begins to count down...

Every number listened to the golden boy’s ear means that his life is missing for a second.

“Do you... think I’d say that?Does that make me afraid?Delusion...” The golden-clad boy shouted in anger...

However, Ye Chen did not heed his complaint.

“V.”

“Four...”

“I can’t say, you killed me.”

“Two...”

“One...”

The fire above Ye Chen’s fingertips fell in the last sound, suddenly emitting a hot and expected fire.

"Some people are like this... giving you a chance, don't know how to cherish...goodbye... stupid!" 」

A thuding hand...the fire all over the golden lad's body... 呲lala began to burn his clothes... skin...physical...

“Ah! you can’t fucking die...” The golden lad never thought he would end his life in this way.

. . . .

The Shura community...

“You bitch!How long has it been since it didn’t show up... what are you doing now with the two wild species?”

In the magnificent hall, a young man pointed to a yellow-faced woman scolding...

This man's name is Qing Yan, the Prince of Shura, and he is the cousin of the woman.

The woman who was scolded was not someone else, it was the purple syrup that gave birth to Ye Chen's two children.

Because the woman who gives birth to the child will be very injured, plus she must use the child's blood to break out of the statue, and then return to the Shura world, repair and vitality are close to dry state.

“Father, I want to see him...” Zissy Tong ignored the scolding of Qing Yan.

In his own heart, the father loves himself most, as long as he will say what happened again, believe that the father will forgive himself.

“Father?”Qing Yan sneered... slowly stepping down to the throne... “Your father had hung up decades ago...do you know who killed it?”It is said that the eyes of the green inflammation here exude endless greed when looking at the purple syrup...

Sticking out a finger to yourself... it was I... this old immortal, taking the throne for so many years... just not dead... no way... I can only kill him... so... I am now the king of the Shura world...”

At the end of the day, his body still came to the front of the purple pear Tong... extended her hand to pick up her chin... "I didn't think of you as a bitch, sealed for so many years, the maintenance is still so exciting..."

“It’s better... if you stay with me for a night... if I’m satisfied with your service... maybe I’ll arrange a place for you...”

Brush ...

The quick side of the head: “Take away your dirty hands...”

Looking back, his eyes were full of hatred, and he stared closely at Qing Yan... "You killed the father...I will kill you..."

Oh yeah!!

The twives are greeted by a large mouth...

The power of this slap is so great that she directly fanned her weakened body... and hit her fiercely on the stone pillars above the main hall.

“It’s up to you?”He looked at the purple syrup with contempt: “Even I can’t bear it with a slap...how can I kill me?”

“Mother...”

“Mother...”

As the purple syrup hit the stone pillar... a boy, a girl, suddenly fried hair... rushed to her front... tears snapped...

"You dare to hit my mother...I fought with you..." The little boy's immature voice spread throughout the hall...The little body trotted quickly, came to the front of the yan...跃跃 . . a little fist . . . a fist . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

However...

He is too young, even if the strength of milk is used, it is not enough to see the heat...

“The wild seed...”

Oh yeah!!

Just a single hand wave... the palm did not touch the little boy, just a strong wind... directly bombarded the little boy...

Tits...

The small body fell to the ground...

The little boy felt that the five organs were broken... small mouths, ears... even a glimmer of blood in the corners of his eye...

He wants to cry...

Crying yourself does not have the power to protect your mother, but no crying...

The little fist held tightly, gritted teeth, hard to get up... "I'm going to kill you..." said... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Don’t... come back soon, my mother is okay.”

Purple syrups spewing a lot of blood when they spoke, and they were still very worried and shouted at the back of the little boy.

“Brother...” The little girl was now trembling with so scared...

The little boy named Yifan heard his mother's voice...Strive to stop... Hard to look back at Ziyi Tong... "Mother...He hit you...I'm going to kill him..."

“Come back... good...you’re too young... listen to your mother’s words... come back...” Violet was afraid the little boy wouldn’t listen to himself...

The green eyes looked at their mother and son deeply, and couldn't help but laugh loudly. "Hahahaha...and a mother and son are in deep affection... it is really touching to want to shed tears..."

Do you care so much about your children?Come with me at night...I may spare the life of this wild seed...”

Brush ...

A flash of the young man came to the little boy named Yifan... choking his throat with one hand... holding up high above his head... “Nod my head... otherwise I would strangle him... and then fall to the ground and let him turn into flesh and mud...”

"Brother..." The little girl and the little boy are twin eggs... although they are not as common as the compatriots of the egg, but since childhood, the two children have been waiting for their mother's side...The feelings have long exceeded all the family friendships...

Seeing someone choking their brother, the bloodthirsty inside her was also burning up... "You dare to kill my brother... I want your life..."

What a familiar word, what a familiar voice.

If the father of these two children is here, there is no need for any test, and it can be seen that they are their own children in an instant.

Who is his father?

The morning classmate of course...

“Here comes another wild seed...it seems that your mother is destined to be bohemianized on my bed tonight...” Qing Yan laughed, laughing at the extraordinary evil... as if he had seen the purple pear come to his room, take off his clothes, and ask for his own gesture with that pleading eye...