The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

The father who wants your life!

Gong Jingsheng snorted coldly, turned around, and looked at him condescendingly.

The contempt and disgust in his eyes seemed to be stabbing him hard, soft but extremely powerful, and it made all the bones in Gong Ye's body hurt.

An indescribable feeling of shame and anger welled up in his heart. Gong Ye hated Gong Jingsheng's steady and calm look, as if he was looking at trash.

Gong Ye looked at him fiercely with resentment. If he had the strength, he would probably pounce on him like a vicious dog and bite him.

Gong Jingsheng didn't care at all and said lightly: "Isn't it a bad feeling to lose the Gong family? Isn't it a bad feeling to not be able to be the head of the Gong family?"

"Is it your fault?" Gong Ye's pupils shrank, and his sharp voice pierced the sky.

The birds that flew by were so frightened that they lost a few feathers, floating lightly in the air.

Gong Ye scolded: "You are also a member of the Gong family!"

He looked horrified and couldn't believe it. "What good will this do to you?"

"Oh, is there a person like me in the Gong family? Am I not a traitor to the Gong family? Am I not colluding with the demon?" He asked three times in a row. Gong Ye was speechless and didn't know how to refute.

"Then...then the Gong family also has your share..." Gong Ye tried to use benefits to arouse Gong Jingsheng's heart.

What he was thinking about was how you could destroy it so easily. Those things were all cheaper for others.

"I don't need... that kind of place that harbors filth and evil, it would be better if it was destroyed..." Gong Jingsheng looked pitiful and sympathetic: "On the other hand, you have lost everything, and are ridiculed and hated by others. , in the end, it’s all in vain, it’s not me who feels distressed, it’s you..."

Gong Ye's face was twisted and ferocious, and his ugly face was revealed in an instant: "It's your fault, it's all your fault, not me, not me... If father knew, you ruined his hard work..."

"So what?" Now that he was mentioned, Gong Jingsheng felt no emotion in her heart.

Gong Ye's face turned purple, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, unable to go down or come out.

"Didn't you exterminate me a long time ago? I am a free man now, no, a free demon..." Gong Jingsheng released the demonic energy, and successfully saw Gong Ye, who was lying half-dead on the ground, his face changed drastically, and his whole body He trembled and pretended to be calm.

Gong Ye said in a relaxed tone, "Ha, you actually let yourself down and became a monster?"

"Hahaha, I'm laughing so hard. If the world knew that Gong Jingsheng, who was once a famous demon slayer, had turned into a demon, wouldn't he be talked about and laughed to death by the world..." Gong Ye felt inexplicably happy in his heart. In terms of identity, He felt that he was a level above Gong Jingsheng.

He is a human and the other person is a demon.

Demons are born to be spurned and disliked by others.

"Pfft, a prisoner still has the right to laugh at you, Ah Sheng." As soon as Hu Qiao Yin offered herself, Gong Jingsheng held her waist.

The strong coercion oppressed Di Gong Ye, as if his internal organs were being squeezed by a jack. He felt uncomfortable and wanted to vomit, and his blood was boiling. After holding it for less than a second, he vomited a large amount of blood with a "wow" sound.

This time it was better, it really became a dead dog, lying on the ground dying, gasping for air.

After that, these two words were left lingering in Gong Ye's mind.

Another powerful demon came. This demon was the young master of the Fox clan. He could see clearly that day that this demon was the successor to the Fox King.

He didn't want to die. Just now he didn't have the feeling of impending disaster, but now that Hu Qiao Yin appeared, the threat to him was much stronger.

The reason why Gong Ye is not afraid of Gong Jingsheng is because Gong Jingsheng was previously a prisoner.

There was no way he could be afraid of a prisoner. After all, Gong Ye had seen Gong Jingsheng's embarrassed and unbearable side, and was tortured by him to the point where he had less energy to draw.

"Gong Jingsheng, brother, eldest brother, please, please spare me. I promise not to do bad things again..." Gong Ye now knew that he was afraid. He didn't want to die. He still had more than ten years to live. .

Hu Qiaoyin curled his lips, he was indeed a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

Yes, everyone is afraid of life threats.

Gong Ye was especially afraid of death. He endured the pain of internal injuries, shrank back, and begged: "For dad's sake, please let me go..."

"I'm your biological brother, ah ah ah -" As soon as Gong Ye finished speaking, his cultivation was abolished by Gong Jingsheng. He was rolling on the ground in pain, wailing incessantly.

The whole sky reverberated with the sound of Gong Ye's male duck voice because of his broken voice. Wow, this sound really sounded like a duck quacking in the water.

"Bitch, bitch, ah ah, I want you to die..." Gong Ye's hair turned as white as an old man overnight, and his face was covered with wrinkles and fine lines, and he no longer had the jade appearance he had before. Warm color.

"Hey, it's so ugly, so ugly..." Without the support of his cultivation, Gong Ye's body immediately declined, and now he was even more short of breath and out of breath.

After Gong Jingsheng appreciated Gong Ye's pain, she didn't just slap him.

"Remember, how did my mother die?" Gong Ye took out a small bottle and waved it in front of Gong Ye's eyes with a sinister smile, like an extremely evil villain.

After taking it, it will rot from the inside out, and it will cause pain and death.

Gong Ye's expression paused, and he suddenly began to struggle even more fiercely. However, he was drunk and weak, and his cultivation was completely gone. How could an ordinary old man over fifty years old escape?

"No...you can't do this to me, but I..." Gong Ye got stuck mid-sentence, as the other party was determined to kill him.

At the critical moment of life and death, Gong Ye couldn't help but complain about his dead mother. If Gong Jingsheng's bitch mother hadn't died, would the Gong family be fine? He would still be the head of the Gong family, so he wouldn't have to pay for his life?

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Gong Ye couldn't stop complaining about his father, why couldn't he be a little nicer to Gong Jingsheng.

Looking at him, he hated his father and the Gong family very much.

He had no feelings for the Gong family, so it was no wonder that he had no idea of ​​destroying the Gong family.

Gong Ye was like a clown, struggling to crawl on the ground without dignity, his fingernails were stuck in the soil, and he was still crawling, even though he was moving like a snail.

He is still crawling. He wants to live, not die!

When a person dies, the fear in his heart will be magnified hundreds of times, and the same is true for Gong Ye. No part of his body is not shaking, like an epilepsy.

Gong Jingsheng held his chin and leaned closer in a low voice: "Gong Ye, your father is looking for you on the road to Huangquan. Don't worry about not being able to find a way to reunite with him!"

With a bang, the bottle was placed upside down on Gong Ye's mouth, and his palms were as strong as if he wanted to crush steel. He lifted his chin, sealed his nasal cavity, and forcefully forced him to swallow...

Gong Ye wanted to curse, but he couldn't. The poison corroded quickly, and the sound of wailing and pain continued for a long time, filling the empty valley...

After watching Gong Ye die in pain and lose his breath, the bad breath and resentment that Gong Jingsheng had suppressed in her heart finally dissipated.

What followed was a feeling of nausea. Gong Jingsheng frowned, felt nauseated, and covered her mouth reflexively.

Hu Qiaoyin knew it, but still pretended not to understand, and checked Gong Jingsheng's pulse in a decent manner, and then was dumbfounded, with a look of shock on his face: "A Sheng... you... you..."

Swallowing, I was deeply involved in the play. After doing enough frightening foreplay, I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time, and my words were stuck.

Gong Jingsheng: Could it be that he has an incurable disease?