Shenhao: I'm really the big villain, Qin Lang and Mu Yuyan

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"You... why did you kill me?!"

Chen Pingan staggered back, separated his index finger from his fingers, pressed the wound, his face turned blue and purple, and then turned black.

He stared at Qin Lang with red eyeballs, and at the end of the day, he didn't doubt Qin Lang's identity.

Can't blame him for being too stupid, but the person in front of him is exactly the same as his master, no matter in body, speech, or some mantras.

Even some details of life have not changed.

Tianjizi has spent most of his life on the mountain. Besides him, who else knows these little habits? !

Qin Lang sighed and shook his head, "Silly boy, if you want to blame, you can only blame you for being too naive.

The body of pure yang!It's too rare, old man, I have been looking for decades before I finally found you.

If I have cultivated you for so many years, if I don't kill you, if I don't draw out your blood to refine Chunyang Pill, how many more years can I live with this old bone? "

On the surface, Qin Lang spoke earnestly, but in his heart he gave a thumbs up and praised the advanced disguise technique.

Niubi!

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Even in this situation, Chen Pingan didn't doubt his identity?

There is no flaw!

After thinking again and again, Qin Lang still made a decision.

Instead of jumping out and yelling that I am Qin Lang in front of Chen Pingan, didn't you just want to kill me?Now I've stabbed you, blah blah blah.

It's better to continue pretending to be Tianjizi and deal another fatal blow to Chen Pingan!

"Ding! The luck value of Chen Pingan, the son of luck, has dropped by 1000 points. Congratulations to the host for gaining +20000 destiny villain value!"

Chen Pingan was shocked, and the blackness on his face spread more and more.

With the backlash of his luck and the bleeding all over his body, his breath became weaker and weaker.

"I can die, and you can use my blood to refine Chunyang Pill as much as you want, but you have to kill someone for me, a guy named Qin Lang!"

Chen Ping's face turned grim, "Even if he dies, I won't make it easy for him. I want his family to be ruined, and I want him to live forever, and he will be lingering in severe torture like pain!"

"Kill, kill you Mahler Gobi!"

Qin Lang stepped forward, pulled Chen Ping's hair, and stabbed the knife with a puff.

During the process, Chen Pingan wanted to resist, but in his heyday, he was not Qin Lang's opponent, let alone the current state of being seriously injured and dying?

Within a few seconds, Chen Ping'an's heart was full of piercing injuries bleeding out.

"Old man, you are so poisonous!"

With bloodshot eyes on the corner of Chen Ping's mouth, he fell straight backwards.

Before he died, he didn't even think that he just asked the old man to help him kill someone, but he didn't get a reply.

Instead, he was stabbed ten times in three seconds? !

What a fool!

Bloody Mandala dragged the seriously injured body forward, and glanced at Chen Pingan's corpse with wide-eyed eyes.

Facing Qin Lang who was looking at the corpse, he said strangely, "What are you staring at him for? He is already dead, his pupils have lost focus, and he can't pretend. Besides, how many times did you stab him just now? Points?

Let alone a human being, even a cow would probably die here. "

Qin Lang ignored it, took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured it over the wound on Chen Ping's body.

呲呲, 呲呲!

A puff of white smoke rose up, followed by white bubbles on the corpse, and its body was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is this rotting corpse powder?" Bloody Mandala looked at this scene, extremely astonished, "Are you a killer, or am I a killer? Why do you feel that you are more professional than me? You can even use this to dispose of corpses." An advanced chemical?"

"Can you stop beeping on the sidelines? Are you annoying? Do you understand that the dead are the greatest, and you should give them enough respect?"

Qin Lang turned his head, rolled his eyes angrily, and slapped the bloody mandala, watching Chen Pingan's body melt into a puddle of blood and melt into the soil, leaving only a set of tattered clothes.

He took out another bottle, poured the liquid in it, struck a match, and threw it on top of the liquid.

rub rub!

Immediately, a raging flame ignited, and the face of Qin Lang who was standing not far away was covered with a layer of red.

This is not over. As the second time to solve the son of luck, Qin Lang is much more familiar and professional than the last time.

He took out another tape recorder and turned it on.

Suddenly, the sound of passionate music burst out from inside.

Boom!hum~~

Boom, boom boom~ boom~ boom!

"..."

The sound of the music, from low to low, gradually became high, as if there was a black conductor with a cane in his hand and a black round cap conducting.

Boom!Boom~boom~boom!

hum~

Boom~Boom!

"What kind of music is this? Why does it sound weird?" Bloody Mandala didn't care about his serious injuries, and felt a chill all over his body inexplicably when the music sounded.

"Rare is more strange!" Qin Lang snorted coldly.

As a qualified villain!

Killing people and raising ashes is no longer enough to show his professionalism, it must be followed by this one-stop service, plus the extra gift service of superseding.

To treat Chen Pingan, a son of luck who wants to kill him, the extra super service provided is of good quality, but it can't be too high-end, such as the song "Bainiao Chaofeng", Chen Pingan is not worthy of it!

"Negro Carrier" could not be more suitable.

When Brother Hei smiles, life and death are unpredictable, and when the coffin is lifted, the world is for nothing...

As soon as the coffin was lifted and the soil was buried, each person said Gudebai.

"Bye-Bye!"

Qin Lang kicked the soil and extinguished the last spark.

Since then, Chen Pingan, the son of luck, has completely dissipated from this world into a wisp of green smoke.

"It's a godsend, it's just killing someone. Is it necessary to toss so many things?" Bloody Mandala rolled her charming eyes, making her pale complexion more seductive.

She stared at Qin Lang's Tang suit strangely, "Is there a hidden compartment in your clothes? Why can you put everything there?"

"Shh, don't talk yet, let me remember quietly, although I promised to help you kill Chen Pingan, but after all, this is a human life, I feel sorry for it, give me a quiet moment, let me take my time. "

Qin Lang reached out his hand to cover the mouth of the bloody mandala, closed his eyes, and waited for the realization.

His face was a little bit tangled, and even more anxious.

It was as if he really felt sorry for what he had said.

"Is he really depressed?"

The bloody mandala was deceived by Qin Lang's expression, and just a little moved in his heart, before it had time to ferment, he saw a smile on Qin Lang's face with his eyes closed.

"Ding! The host killed Chen Pingan, the son of luck, congratulations to the host for obtaining the 'Pure Yang Body'!"