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Chapter 1188 Voice from Hell

She spoke in a stern voice and wanted to kill everyone around her.

Blood filled the air, and everyone's eyes were red.

For the people around you, no matter who they are, as long as they are alive, they will continue to slaughter and kill!

Killing, bloody, screaming, wailing, and the remaining bodies flew together.

The living should always be wary of the people around you, and should kill the people around you as much as possible.

You can't hear the screams inside outside the space cage, but you can see the bloody scene.

These three cages are like hell on earth.

Everyone has only one purpose - win!!

They only see others dying, but they cannot see the price they have to pay for this purpose!

The people outside who were originally waiting to watch the fun were silent.

Real blood and imagined lively are completely different concepts.

They were suddenly very glad that they did not become one of them!

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In the black tent.

The demon god sat quietly on the beast's hair, closed his eyes and rested, and smiled fainted from the corners of his lips, like a lotus flower.

"Yan'er, did you hear it?"

Yan'er was standing in front of the tent, looking at the space cage outside, her eyes were a bit complicated.

Hearing the call of the demon god, he suddenly restrained the expression in his eyes and turned around with a smile like a flower.

"Master? It's so quiet outside, how can there be any sound?!"

"This is the sound from hell, the call of death, the baptism of blood, and the rebirth of life!!"

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yan'er.

"Your heart is sympathizing with them?!"

Yan'er's face changed slightly: "Master, no!"

"I heard the change in your breath...what are you worried about?!"

"No, I just think these people are really ridiculous!" Yan'er's eyes flowed and she smiled coquettishly: "They only know that this is a good thing about the pie falling from the sky, but they don't know that there is nothing good in this world!"

She smiled wickedly and placed a petal in the green tea and presented it with her hands.

"Master, you said, why didn't anyone ask the former master of the Killing Order how was it like?"

The demon god took the teacup with his left hand, but his right hand held her into his arms.

"For them, they can only see the immediate benefits and the wealth brought to them by the order of killing, but they cannot see the death brought to them by the order of killing!"

Yan'er's eyes turned slightly and she said coquettishly: "Master, what's going on with this killing order...? Why does everyone who gets it end up like that?!"

The demon god's pupils shrank: "What's the end? Have you seen it?"

"No, Yan'er doesn't care about those messy things! Yan'er just needs to serve the master and feel comfortable!"

She smiled and kissed the demon god's lips, but a strange luster flashed in her eyes at that moment.

The demon god seemed to have no idea what she was doing. He laughed and hugged her in, stroking her soft body wantonly.

"Yan'er, listen to my words, don't be too curious, otherwise it will kill you!"

Yan'er's eyes suddenly popped out, as if she was suppressed by an external force, almost bursting out.

Her face seemed to burn in that moment, red and congested.

The demon god slowly stood up from her body, his eyes cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Yan'er, there is a saying that if you don't know others, you don't do it yourself! Do you really think that I don't know what you do?!"

Yan'er's eyes were filled with horror and despair, but she tried her best to speak out.

"No...I don't..."
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