"Bang!"

There was a loud bang! The young man lying on the ground had a pale face, but his eyebrows were straight and his eyes were straight, his hair was rushing, his face was constantly twisting, and his teeth were chewing.

The young man roared in anger, his voice as if he had been a good prostitute who had been good for many years was sent back to the brothel to pick up customers.

"Trump! If you have sex, kill me! Trash is trash! You may not know that in order to ask our Batu family to let you go, his strong man at the first level of destiny actually crawled under my crotch."

"Bang!" A blood-red figure flashed past, kicking the young man hard in the stomach and knocking him away in the air. The small fist of the casserole pierced the young man's face, and several teeth fell to the ground.

"puff!"

The young man spat out a mouthful of thick blood and had a few teeth, and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha~haha!"

He continued to sneer and said, "Trump! You may not know the details! I still feel funny when I think back now. When your family master was destroyed, the master in our clan destroyed your father's cultivation. I told him that as long as you pass through my crotch, our family can consider letting your son go. In fact, we never thought of letting him go, but he didn't know that he had no dignity at all. He crawled over my crotch like a dog without hesitation. My uncle was also teasing - we will kill these old, weak, sick and disabled people, and we can't do anything. If you kill these people one by one, our family can let you go!"

"Bang bang~"

"Ahem~" The young man would be punched hard without saying a word, and his bloody teeth kept falling into the air!

However, it did not stop the young man from telling the taunt, but his voice was a little trembling, mixed with the sound of coughing up blood.

"That idiot actually took it seriously!"

"Ahem~"

"That idiot killed the first person...the eyes were bleeding and tears. It was obvious that he was a middle-aged man who had an old skin instantly, his back was hunched, and his hair was all white. No... No... But the picture after he killed the first tribe was very smooth and appreciative." The young man who was hit suddenly increased his tone and said excitedly, but it caused colic in his internal organs. He coughed a few more violently. Then he not only coughed and bleeding, but also had some internal organs.

"In the courtyard, the hunched idiot holding a dyed red sword in his hand, waving gracefully under the moon. Every time he waved it, a life would fly out of a head and withered in the splashing blood. A sword, a life, a head, will never be more or less, and one will die in almost one breath... Cough cough... The long sword stained with the blood of the tribe members was inserted on the ground, supporting the idiot standing, and actually supported the hunched body of the idiot man straight! In the dyed moonlight, there was only the back of the man who was covered in blood but not covered in blood.

Is it arrogance or fragility!

Is it helpless or...

The back could not be integrated into this world. I couldn't find any words to describe it, which made me and my tribe members feel scared and felt palpitations and infinite guilt. It was obvious that the idiot killed himself! What do you care about me? What do you care about me?

But my uncle's words are very satisfying - I will let your son go tonight and I will send him to see you tomorrow night.

The idiot turned around suddenly, his fingers seemed to be able to point to dead people, constantly trembling in the air to attack us, and his mouth moved slightly: "You..." But before he finished speaking, he was frozen in this picture forever. Do you know why? No one attacked him. Do you know why? Do you know why? Suddenly, the young man, who had already had a relatively stable tone, became crazy again and asked hysterically.

The man in blood also stopped hitting the young man, and the figure hidden deep in his heart and dared not touch him, murmured: "What is the picture? Why?"

As if asking, the young man falling in the air.

It seems to be asking myself again!

"Bang!"

"Ahem!"

The young man who fell to the ground coughed again and spit out a dark and smelly blood ball.

This fall restored the crazy young man a little bit of clarity and smiled desolately: "How come I can't understand that picture! Why can't I be clear? How can I not be clear! How can I not be clear! It's been five years! It's been five years. I thought that using the Nine-Reincarnation Pill to disperse my cultivation and re-cultivate to the peak of the tenth level of the body would get rid of this nightmare. It only took me half a month without leveraging any external force. You can imagine my mysterious cultivation talent. The people in the Overlord City only know that I am sixteen years old this year and have already been at the peak of the tenth level of the body. How many people know that five years ago, when I went to your Luo family, I was already at the peak of the tenth level of the body. That picture actually suffered endless torture in the past five years, making my cultivation without any improvement. All kinds of rare treasures and inhumane secret techniques cannot comprehend the destiny, and that picture is in my mind!"

The man in blood: "What picture! Say it!"

The two seemed to have forgotten that they had a deep blood hatred and were talking like friends and strangers.

"That was the idiot who turned around, his eyes were sunken, his cheeks were covered with bloodstains, and the internal organs that were falling from below his neck were covered with gloomy and red bones, without a trace of flesh, and the tip of the sword was pressed against his heart!"

"Ahem!"

"A closer look, it turns out that each tribe member whose heads were cut off by idiots had a thin piece of flesh on his head and neck that suppressed the flow of blood. It looked like his head moved a house and fell asleep peacefully..."

"No! No! I don't want to see the picture? Who is the idiot killed? Why do idiots commit suicide? Why do you bother me?"

"Luo Yin, come and kill me! Come and come! Come and you are just as idiot as your father! I know you dare not! Hahaha! You are afraid of death, you are afraid!" Batutian laughed and sarcastically.

After listening to Batutian's description, thinking about the death of his tribe members, his father's back, which was not tolerated by heaven and earth, and his miserable death... it was all for himself, Luo Yin's mind exploded. Hatred devoured his mind like a monster, and forgot that he slept on firewood and tasted gall to slaughter the Thanostu family. Now his pleasure will make his plan ruined, but everything is no longer important, right? Shouldn't this person in front of him be killed?

A spark of hatred burst out from Luo Yin's eyes!

Unforgettable hatred is like a volcanic eruption!

Hate is like a tide surging in the chest!

Hatred is kept in my heart like a knife carving!

"Since you are determined to die, I will take back a bigger hatred. In the past, I will kill the lower tribes of your Batu family. From now on, I will destroy your entire tribe." Luo Yin's palm cut through Batutian's chest like a sharp sword. With just a slight pinch of his palm, he would bring a good gift to his father.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!