Ye Tian grabbed Wang Zihe's neck and rushed out. The silk thread in Liu Huya's hand was extremely tough and sharp when stretched.
Liu Huya wanted to escape, but he was frightened by the blood evil on Ye Tian.
Even when facing the Black Dragon King Ouyang Sen, he had never seen such a terrifying blood evil.
Liu Huya tried to get out of the window from another direction.
Ye Tian punched down.
“Stop it!”
"You talk too much!"
"Top killer?"
Ye Tian ignored the silk thread, and the Nine Yang Gong in his body was running crazily. Every time it was running, the blood evil and blood energy in Ye Tian's body rushed to the sky.
The silk thread fell, and Ye Tian twisted his body and broke free from the silk thread.
In the face of powerful forces, all conspiracies and calculations are crumbling.
Liu Huya roared angrily, and a dagger appeared in his hand.
Ye Tian stretched out his hand again, and a bayonet appeared in his hand.
The dagger is short, the bayonet is long.
This made Liu Huya step back again and picked up the mop beside him. The mop was cut off, revealing a sharp steel pipe.
Ye Tian stretched out his hand again, and a shovel appeared in his hand.
"this?"
Liu Huya was stunned. Where did this shovel come from?
"call!"
The shovel swept the hurricane and slapped it directly. Ye Tian attacked directly without any nonsense. Everything he did just now was to kill Liu Huya as soon as possible.
"No!"
Liu Huya tried to block it, but the mop in his hand exploded. Ye Tian kneed him and landed directly next to Liu Huya. Liu Huya tried to dodge again, and the thread shot out towards Ye Tian's neck.
Ye Tian swept the shovel in his hand again, and the speed exploded again. The strong wind brought by the shovel blew away the silk thread.
"not good!"
Liu Huya shrank his neck, and Ye Tian threw a hook punch, knocking Liu Huya away.
"Stop, I can let the boss see you." Liu Huya begged for mercy again.
"No, I'll go myself."
"Go in person?" Liu Huya's pupils widened and he looked at Ye Tian in shock.
Ye Tian raised the shovel and smashed it down directly.
"boom!"
The blows continued and blood spurted out.
Ye Tian still held Wang Zihe in one hand. Wang Zihe looked at Liu Huya's pulpy head and screamed.
"Ye Tian, I was wrong!"
Wang Zihe also regretted it, really regretted it, because Ye Tian did not play by the rules.
He had never seen anyone kill people at the first sight.
He was just a dog raised by Longjue, the boss of the lowest class. They dared to harm others behind their backs, but when they met a truly ruthless person, they would just back off.
"You're not wrong."
"Prince, next, it's our turn."
"Ye Tian, no, we can really have a good talk, just listen to me."
"No need, let's go find Lord Changlong."
"What?"
Wang Zihe was caught by Ye Tian and walked out of the hot spring. As soon as he walked out, Wang Zihe was frightened.
They were densely packed, all of them were soldiers.
Even looking down at the distant highway from here, you can see tanks driving towards you.
"Who the hell are you?"
Prince and Prince were about to pee. Who did they provoke?
"Let's go!"
Ye Tian still grabbed Wang Zihe and threw him directly onto the jeep. These fully armed soldiers were full of murderous intent, and some of them were Ye Tian's comrades who came from all over the place.
"Boss!"
"The Dragon Soul Returns!"
Even a man in camouflage uniform walked down from the plane and came directly to Ye Tian.
"The Ten Kings of Hell are waiting for the boss!"
"You guys are here too?"
"Meng Po is injured, go and take a look."
"What?"
The Ten Kings of Hell were shocked and angry. Someone had actually hurt Meng Po. These people were all killing gods in the army. The aura they exuded once again made the prince and urine.
"I was wrong, please let me go."
Ye Tian ignored it and ordered the Ten Kings of Hell to protect Meng Po and others.
Lead the rest of the people to the Yang family building.
The former Yang Group building has since become a branch of the Cheung Kong Group. The top three floors have been completely renovated, creating a palace-like structure.
The crystal chandeliers from Athens cast warm light.
Inside the main hall, a woman was lying on a jade platform, striking a pose.
The woman was naked.
Changlongjue is holding a paintbrush and painting.
"Are you ready, dear?"
Socialite Zhao Xin, the owner of Ziling Restaurant, is smiling charmingly like a young girl.
“Not well!”
Chang Longjue pursues art, and the interruption just now caused the brush in Chang Longjue's hand to stop.
Just then, Zhao Xin's cell phone rang.
"well!"
Chang Longjue sighed, threw down his paintbrush, and his face became gloomy.
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