This time the protagonist doesn't obey, I quit

Seeing Shen Muxuan's aggrieved appearance, An Yi sighed slightly, nodded and said: "All right, hamburger is hamburger. My family property of 480 yuan will be eaten up by you sooner or later."

"I knew you were the best!"

With a happy smile on the corner of Shen Muxuan's mouth, she grabbed An Yi's arm.

She turned her head and looked at the Law Enforcement Bureau not far away, her face pale.

The monstrous evil spirit is raging there!

Can't let An Yi pass, definitely not!

Shen Muxuan bit her lower lip, closed her eyes with a guilty expression, not letting herself look.

"I'm sorry, I can't let An Yi get hurt anymore! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

……

Law Enforcement Bureau!

Yan Zhi was holding a long silver whip, and her phoenix eyes swept across the evil cultivators in front of her. Her beautiful face was covered with frost, and she was dressed in a white uniform of a law enforcement officer, which was already a little bit broken, so she didn't have the domineering aura before.

"Tsk tsk, this girl has a great figure! Just looking at it makes me feel hot all over!"

"Who isn't! Men like this plump one! The little face is tender and pretty, but I just don't know what it's like to kiss."

Several evil cultivators stared sullenly at Yan Zhi's figure, swallowing secretly.

Behind Yan Zhi, more than a dozen law enforcement officers, including Liu Wei, were seriously injured and fell to the ground in a coma.

A young man in Taoist robes with a rather handsome appearance and a little cinnabar mole between his brows walked slowly: "Miss Yan, I know you are very strong, but there are more than 20 of us, are you sure you want to fight to the death?"

Yan Zhi stared at the young man, and said in disbelief, "Are you a Taoist?"

This person is indeed a Thousand Daoist!

The ruthless man who once set off a bloodbath in the entire warrior world!

What shocked Yan Zhi was not the identity of Taoist Qian, but the appearance of Taoist Qian!

Obviously already over a hundred years old, he is a gray-haired old man, why does he look as young as 30 or [-] years old!

This is simply not possible!

Daoist Qian smiled warmly: "I didn't expect Miss Yan to know about the poor."

"You, are you really a Thousand Daoist?"

Yan Zhi couldn't believe it, it was completely different from the data!

Qian Daoren smiled slightly and said: "This is the power from the immortals! Well water does not interfere with river water, but you want to drive us all to death! I can't help being cruel!"

"Hey! This girl looks really good, I like this plump one."

A middle-aged Mediterranean man with a swollen forehead, compact facial features, and a skeleton hanging around his neck looked at Yan Zhi with greedy eyes.

"It's a pity that kid Yang Heng has no luck, he likes taking concubines the most!"

Next to the big man in the Mediterranean, a thin and small dwarf with a height of only 1.2 meters has burning eyes.

Taoist Qian's ears moved slightly, and he picked up a whisk!With raging energy, he blew up his Taoist robe.

He looked coldly at the young man in glasses who was writing in a notebook in the corner not far from the Law Enforcement Bureau.

"My friend who was peeping over there! After hiding for so long, are you sure you can't come out and meet?"

Chapter 112 The Tampered Trajectory of Fate

"Not right!"

Teenager in glasses with pensive face.

very wrong!

It's not the first time he's encountered this plot, and he's reincarnated at least a hundred times. According to the normal sequence, there should be a change here!

That bastard named An Yi will come here.

Then, he and Yan Zhi faced the three evil cultivators together!

Yan Zhi suffered a sneak attack and was seriously injured, unable to fight.

With one person's strength, An Yi faced the evil cultivators who were in the realm of the three major dark forces at the same time.

finally!

An Yi was insane, with long silver hair, blood-red pupils, and a black sword in his hand.

When Yan Zhi was injured, the massacre of thousands of Taoists, the death of Toutuo, the dwarf ghost and three masters of the dark energy realm shocked the entire Great Xia!

But the strange thing is that An Yi didn't come this time!

Could it be that something has changed?

The boy pushed back his black-rimmed glasses, showing a pensive expression.

The ending cannot be changed, this is the conclusion he came to as a bystander after going through thousands of reincarnations.

Today is July 7, and it is also the last day of his reincarnation.

He has been reincarnated for an unknown number of Julys.

But this time, he felt something different.

It seems that there is always a hand manipulating the ending and tampering with it.

"Glasses, I'm calling you! If you don't hear me, you're still deaf!"

The ghost dwarf grinned and scolded.

The long and narrow scar on his forehead trembled slightly, disgusting like a centipede.

Yan Zhi looked at the boy wearing glasses in doubt.

This guy's concealment ability is simply terrifying!

Her perception was sharp enough, but even so, she couldn't detect the existence of this person.

If it wasn't for Qian Daoren's voice, she wouldn't even know that there was a person hiding not far behind her.

Qian Daoren stared at the young man with a smile, showing a spring-like smile: "Who is your Excellency, who hides with this hand, must not be an unknown person."

"My name is Chen Bing!"

The young man who called himself Chen Bing put away his notebook and pushed his black-rimmed glasses: "It's okay, you guys can't remember the name anyway, and you will forget everything after tomorrow."

The ghost dwarf poked the dead Toutuo next to him: "These glasses can't be brain-dead!"

Sangming Toutuo polished the skull on his chest, and said seriously: "Be careful, these glasses are not simple!"

Qian Taoist squinted his eyes and said calmly: "I don't know what the benefactor of the glasses is doing hiding here?"

This kid is not simple, he doesn't know if he is an enemy or a friend.

"Well, my name is Chen Bing!"

Chen Bing pushed the black-rimmed glasses and said seriously: "I'm just a spectator, you go on!"

Spectators?

What are you going to see here!

Qian Daoren's expression was cold: "If you don't eat a toast, you will be punished!"

After saying that, Fuchen whipped up a strong wind and beat Chen Bing severely.

when!

A crisp sound.

Sparkling!

A strange sword mark streaked across!

From Chen Bing's cuff, a curved, forked soft sword, like a snake's letter, popped out, firmly blocking the attack of the whisk.

"I'm just a passerby, you must force me to make a move!"

He showed an indifferent smile, clenched the Spirit Snake Sword and said: "But it just so happens that the day is coming to an end, so I'm a little bored!"

Yan Zhi looked at him lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Run for your life, you will die here!"

"I've been used to it for a long time. It's a big deal to restart it. It's just the time tomorrow."

Chen Bing spoke incomprehensible words, and said calmly: "Captain Yan, this time I will stand by your side."

Yan Zhi looked dignified, and said seriously: "Glasses, thank you very much!"

"Cough, my name is Chen Bing!" Chen Bing said stubbornly.

Logically, he should not be discovered.

However, there was one exception, that was when Ye Laixiang was spotted by a girl in ancient costume.

And broke his glasses! ! !

"Boss, I will take the head of the glasses!"

An evil cultivator in the realm of Mingjin laughed heroically, and took the lead in attacking Chen Bing.

With disdain on Chen Bing's face, the Spirit Snake Sword in his hand slashed like lightning.

Tiny lines of blood emerged from the neck of this brilliant master!

A cloud of blood bloomed from his throat!

Chen Bing threw out his long sword, his face was stained with blood, which made his originally gentle face look a little more weird and cruel.

The other evil cultivators were stunned, and they didn't even see the action of the bespectacled boy clearly.

Chen Bing pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and said calmly, "I don't really like killing people, but it's not bad to kill a few blind cultivators once in a while."

Qian Daoren's squinted eyes slightly opened, revealing a bit of solemnity.

"Quick fight!"

Taoist Qian ordered, and rolled the whisk in his hand towards Yan Zhi.

"Glasses, I will deal with this Taoist priest, and leave the rest to you!"

Yan Zhi said lightly while holding the long silver whip in her hand.

Chen Bing was speechless for a while.

The remaining dead Tutuo, the ghost dwarf, two masters of the dark realm, eight warriors of the Mingjin realm, and a dozen miscellaneous soldiers, just throw them all at him?

Is it too late for him to leave now...

Reality does not allow Chen Bing to think too much, two evil cultivators double-team and rush over.

Chen Bing swung the snake soft sword in his hand with a clear sword light.

A line of blood appeared in the throats of the two evil cultivators, and they fell to the ground.

He used a soft sword, and when he swung it, he saw a few gusts of wind, and people died without knowing it.

"I come!"

Duoming Toutuo grinned, showing a heroic smile, grabbed the skull hanging from his neck, and threw it at Chen Bing.

The skull turned out to be made of iron, and there was an iron chain hanging behind it, which turned out to be a meteor hammer, extremely heavy!

The soft snake sword in Chen Bing's hand was bounced away as soon as it touched it.

"Hey, let's go up together, kill the glasses first, and then enjoy that woman together."

The ghost gnome smiled wretchedly, and pulled out a wire saw rope from his hand.

He likes to dismember corpses, and countless souls have died under this rope.

He laughed evilly, and fell down with a plop.

Blood stained the ground, forming a pool of blood.

A young man holding a black dagger appeared behind the ghost dwarf, and slowly retracted the blood-stained dagger.