Yingxi looked at the scene in front of him with pride and begging in the eyes of everyone in the room. He smiled with satisfaction and took out a black and timeless round magic weapon from behind, aiming it at the pink and soft little Chayou in front of him.

The little breast beast looked at the strange uncle with a scary look and immediately retreated in fear. He was tripped by the iron bull kneeling behind him, and accidentally sat on his head.

Yingxi was still approaching her with a grim smile.

Xiao Chayou's eyes trembled in fear, and she bared her little tiger teeth in horror, and her breasts were so angry that she was so fierce and threatening.

Yingxi was concentrating on activate the black air on his magic weapon, his eyes were filled with blood, and his smile became more and more ferocious and sinister. He didn't see the dangerous "Ha" that the gods of a small breast were not able to see.

"Haha, where do you look at the demon boy? No one can save you today. It is your death date in my hands. Go and die!"

After Yingxi said that, he immediately stood up the magic weapon in his hand and faced Xiao Chayou.

In an instant, the room was covered with black air and the cold wind blew, sweeping and swallowing everything, and finally all rushed towards the little milk beast.

"Young, young!"

"Young?!"

Just as the room was submerged, two screams of screams arose in the void.

Wei Baizhan struggled to jump out of the arms of the servant who was holding him tightly. Before his vision disappeared, he had only time to see the position of the infant breath, so he rushed to the magic weapon and left.

At the same time, Wei Liangxu also threw away Butler Chen who was dragging him desperately, and rushed over and hugged the little breast beast.

With a "clang" sound, the originally rich black air suddenly dissipated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone's vision became clear. The first thing they saw was the shocked infant breath. He was also looking around, as if he didn't understand what was going on, his face was full of dazedness.

As the black air completely dissipated, everyone saw that it was Wei Baizhan who had just rushed over and knocked out the magic weapon from Yingxi's hand.

Wei Baizhan lay on the ground, pressing under him was the magic weapon of Infant Xiu.

When everyone saw this scene clearly, everyone was pale in an instant. Even Wei Liangxu, who was protecting Xiao Chayou, looked pale in an instant and shouted hysterically, "Zhan'er?!"

He rushed over immediately.

Yingxi looked down and smiled fiercely.

"Hahaha, Lord Wei, angering this is the end of disrespect for my god! Those who are good at touching the master to make magic tools will surely die. You are mourning and following the changes! This time I am just a warning. If you stop me again, the next one who suffers will not be your son!"

Wei Liangxu's mind was buzzing, and regret appeared on his face with naked eyes. He knelt in horror next to his son's "corpse", panic and regretful, and even dared not touch his son's petite body.

Xiao Chayou, who was protected by him, ran over unscathed, walked to his brother with his short legs and knelt beside Wei Baizhan as he imitated Wei Liangxu.

But she didn't have Wei Liangxu's concerns and reached out to pull him, "Brother, are you okay?"

Yingxi sneered and told her, "Don't call anymore. I will definitely be forced to death when I am doing the trick!"

In the distant corner, Wei Xiuxiu, who was held in his arms and protected by the old man, sneered and said loudly, "He is already dead, just say you are a little disaster star! Humph, you will definitely be unlucky when you meet you!"

Just as the two of them finished speaking—

"I, I'm fine, I just got hurt." Wei Baizhan raised his head, supported the ground, and slowly knelt up, and did not forget to leave out the broken thing under him.

Yingxi looked at the scene in front of him with pride and begging in the eyes of everyone in the room. He smiled with satisfaction and took out a black and timeless round magic weapon from behind, aiming it at the pink and soft little Chayou in front of him.

The little breast beast looked at the strange uncle with a scary look and immediately retreated in fear. He was tripped by the iron bull kneeling behind him, and accidentally sat on his head.

Yingxi was still approaching her with a grim smile.

Xiao Chayou's eyes trembled in fear, and she bared her little tiger teeth in horror, and her breasts were so angry that she was so fierce and threatening.

Yingxi was concentrating on activate the black air on his magic weapon, his eyes were filled with blood, and his smile became more and more ferocious and sinister. He didn't see the dangerous "Ha" that the gods of a small breast were not able to see.

"Haha, where do you look at the demon boy? No one can save you today. It is your death date in my hands. Go and die!"

After Yingxi said that, he immediately stood up the magic weapon in his hand and faced Xiao Chayou.

In an instant, the room was covered with black air and the cold wind blew, sweeping and swallowing everything, and finally all rushed towards the little milk beast.

"Young, young!"

"Young?!"

Just as the room was submerged, two screams of screams arose in the void.

Wei Baizhan struggled to jump out of the arms of the servant who was holding him tightly. Before his vision disappeared, he had only time to see the position of the infant breath, so he rushed to the magic weapon and left.

At the same time, Wei Liangxu also threw away Butler Chen who was dragging him desperately, and rushed over and hugged the little breast beast.

With a "clang" sound, the originally rich black air suddenly dissipated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone's vision became clear. The first thing they saw was the shocked infant breath. He was also looking around, as if he didn't understand what was going on, his face was full of dazedness.

As the black air completely dissipated, everyone saw that it was Wei Baizhan who had just rushed over and knocked out the magic weapon from Yingxi's hand.

Wei Baizhan lay on the ground, pressing under him was the magic weapon of Infant Xiu.

When everyone saw this scene clearly, everyone was pale in an instant. Even Wei Liangxu, who was protecting Xiao Chayou, looked pale in an instant and shouted hysterically, "Zhan'er?!"

He rushed over immediately.

Yingxi looked down and smiled fiercely.

"Hahaha, Lord Wei, angering this is the end of disrespect for my god! Those who are good at touching the master to make magic tools will surely die. You are mourning and following the changes! This time I am just a warning. If you stop me again, the next one who suffers will not be your son!"

Wei Liangxu's mind was buzzing, and regret appeared on his face with naked eyes. He knelt in horror next to his son's "corpse", panic and regretful, and even dared not touch his son's petite body.

Xiao Chayou, who was protected by him, ran over unscathed, walked to his brother with his short legs and knelt beside Wei Baizhan as he imitated Wei Liangxu.

But she didn't have Wei Liangxu's concerns and reached out to pull him, "Brother, are you okay?"

Yingxi sneered and told her, "Don't call anymore. I will definitely be forced to death when I am doing the trick!"

In the distant corner, Wei Xiuxiu, who was held in his arms and protected by the old man, sneered and said loudly, "He is already dead, just say you are a little disaster star! Humph, you will definitely be unlucky when you meet you!"

Just as the two of them finished speaking—
Chapter completed!