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Chen Yang's heart continued to sink. Of course he knew that the most terrifying thing in this world was not death. Especially for a girl, there are many tragic and unbearable things that can happen to her.

Cheng Jianhua continued: "What's more, you are the Destiny. The Destiny can die but will never commit suicide. Because before the last moment, it means there is hope, right?"

Chen Yang said coldly: "You are too confident." He paused, and said, "After I die, the flood is surging. By then, my soul will be scattered, leaving no trace in the world. How would I care about Qin Moyao? Before his death?"

Cheng Jianhua smiled faintly and said, "It seems that you still refuse to admit your fate?"

Chen Yang said: "Accept your mother's life."

Cheng Jianhua said lightly: "You have to know that there are endless sins in slandering the Buddha. If you speak rudely, slandering me is slandering the Buddha. I should give you some lessons to let you know the truth of infinite tongues and karma."

Chen Yang's eyes widened, and he smiled in anger. Cheng Jianhua was so arrogant that he actually compared himself to a Buddha. He wanted to curse immediately, but when the words came to his lips, he immediately endured it.

Mother, heroes don't suffer from immediate losses. At the moment, the people under the eaves are unreasonable and unreasonable, and they can only ask for hardship.

At the same time, Cheng Jianhua said to Li Yang behind him: "Ten his slap in the face."

Li Yang should be, and then came to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang's heart jumped, he had never suffered such insults. But Li Yang was cold, and then he slapped Chen Yang's face ten times.

Li Yang's move was heavy, but well-measured.

Chen Yang was beaten with Venus in the eyes and hematoma on both cheeks. After Li Yang finished his ten slaps, Chen Yang spit out ten teeth.

Li Yang then returned behind Cheng Jianhua.

Cheng Jianhua looked at Chen Yang lightly.

Chen Yang's eyes were blood red, and he stared at Cheng Jianhua without saying a word. Of course he will not continue to scold Cheng Jianhua, it is useless. But there is no doubt that today is the biggest insult to Chen Yang's life.

"I will definitely kill you!" Chen Yang gritted his teeth. There was a biting chill in his voice.

Cheng Jianhua looked at Chen Yang lightly, and the two looked at each other like this. After a long while, Cheng Jianhua suddenly laughed. After he laughed, he said: "Destiny, I know that you hate me, and I want to break my body into pieces. But the reality is that you will be drawn by me and then killed by me. Here, heaven and earth, no People can save you. You are seriously injured, and it is even more impossible to save yourself." He said that he paused, stood up, and said, "There are still sixteen hours from now to midnight. Enjoy your life. The last time in the middle of the game. Once your luck is drawn, you will find that even if you live, you will not live as well as a dog."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and went with Li Yang.

The door of the alchemy room was closed again, and darkness occupied the entire alchemy room.

Chen Yang lay down decadently.

The hot pain on his face had not disappeared, and Chen Yang only felt that his entire mouth was numb. After he suffered an internal injury, his blood flowed slowly, and the wound healed very slowly.

At this time, Chen Yang wanted to roar in anger, and wanted to use his mighty power to crush everything in front of him. But the reality is that as long as he is lucky and bloody, the wound will burst immediately and he will immediately bleed again. This is a deep sense of powerlessness, even if there is monstrous hatred? The reality is so cruel.

Miracles, will there be miracles?

This is the real world, not a martial arts novel. There will be so many miracles there.

Chen Yang's fists were clenched, his eyes were blood red. He kept this position for a long time, and finally, he was too tired to hold on, and had to loose his fist.

Do you really have to admit your fate?

This is my fate, Chen Yang?

A strong sense of fate emerged in Chen Yang's mind. But soon, Chen Yang abandoned this idea, he knew that Cheng Jianhua wanted this kind of effect. Once he really admits his fate, his willpower is no longer firm. Then your luck will really be taken away.

Once the luck is taken away, then oneself is really over.

Chen Yang has galloped horizontally and horizontally over the years, passing by the **** of death many times. It's not that he is capable of reaching the sky and can escape from the dead every time, but that his luck is good enough. How many mercenary kings had a higher cultivation base than Chen Yang, and they all died in stray bullets.

In this world, strength is certainly important. But luck definitely accounts for seven points, and three points are strength!

Time passed by every minute, and it soon reached five o'clock in the afternoon.

During this period, no one came to bring water and food to Chen Yang. This alchemy room was like a forgotten place.

It’s easy to understand, anyway, at midnight tonight, at midnight, Cheng Jianhua will come to refine Chen Yang. If you don't eat or drink for a day, you won't die, so why give Chen Yang food and drink.

However, Chen Yang was seriously injured. But his recovery ability is better than ordinary people. After nine hours of cultivation, Chen Yang was able to slowly stand up and walk. Of course he was unwilling to die. Right now, Chen Yang knew his luck was still there. So he saved a glimmer of hope, wanting to find a way out.

Chen Yang first came to the gate, which was an iron gate. The iron door closed tightly, locking the inside from the outside.

In Chen Yang's heyday, the iron lock of the big iron gate could be shaken open. But at the moment, I can only sigh with excitement. In despair, Chen Yang began to wishful thinking, hoping to find some leftover golden pill or elixir in this alchemy room.

Anyway, I just want a miracle.

But obviously, this is true wishful thinking.

He searched for a while, but he was tired. This physique is comparable to an eighty-year-old lady. Chen Yang had no choice but to sit cross-legged and take a break. At this time, even the Great Sun Moon Jue was useless. The Great Sun Moon Jue is to nourish health, cleanse the marrow and make blood. It can be the icing on the cake, but it has no healing effect.

After all, martial arts is not as magical as in novels. Chen Yang also has no internal strength to heal his injuries. He can only recover quickly when he is in good health.

It was getting dark gradually.

It was eight o'clock in the evening in a blink of an eye. The Qinghui of the bright moon came in through the small window, and Chen Yang's thoughts became more and more complicated. This already means that he is getting closer and closer to death. Death is not terrible, but waiting to die is terrible. He thought of Qin Moyao again, feeling guilty in his heart.

In the final analysis, all of this is a disaster for Qin Moyao right now. It was himself who involved Qin Moyao. Otherwise, she should still be a team leader happily in Binhai City.

Chen Yang thought to himself, Qin Moyao shouldn't be killed by that, right? After all, people like Cheng Jianhua, Long Xuan, and Li Yang are not good birds. But it's not a gangster who can do that kind of mischief.

Chen Yang's thoughts turned again, and I fucked, isn't this a disaster for me right now?

Cheng Jianhua and Bai Yinshuang, and what kind of grudges and grievances between the ancestors, have a relationship with themselves! I was the one who made the wrong string and ran to the muddy water.

If you don't come here, you will be happy in Binhai City. It's so leisurely and fun to watch sister Qing take a shower every day.

Chen Yang was thinking wildly in his mind, and suddenly it was stunned again.

Could this be what Bai Yinshuang said, the wonderful line of fate?

The invisible line of fate involves yourself here? Is this the end of my life?

He thought a lot, but in the end there was no result.

Afterwards, Chen Yang's gaze turned to the alchemy furnace with the dragon's body. He couldn't help wondering, what kind of pill was made in the alchemy furnace?

Chen Yang knew that there was alchemy in Xianxia novels, but that was fiction. In ancient times, there were people who made alchemy for the emperor. But the pill are fake pill such as mercury and lead. After eating, the emperor often died faster.

Chen Yang secretly said, this Xuan Yimen is a real Xuanmen master, deep in numerology, geomantic, and magnetic fields. They will certainly not practice fake pills. What kind of pill are they practicing?

After thinking about it, Chen Yang couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, footsteps rang out again.

Li Yang is here.

Chen Yang sat cross-legged and thought to himself: "What is he doing?"

The big iron door was opened, and the bright moonlight shone in.

Li Yang was dressed in black, quiet and indifferent, his face was handsome and cold.

Chen Yang looked at Li Yang, and today he was slapped by Li Yang. Although Li Yang was also ordered to act, Li Yang was also heavy enough. The indifference in his eyes was enough to annoy Chen Yang. If there is a chance, Chen Yang will definitely kill Li Yang.

But this is just thinking about it.

Li Yang came in, then pulled a chair and sat down in front of Chen Yang. The same condescending.

"What are you doing?" Chen Yang said first.

Li Yang said lightly: "I want to see, what is the difference between the Destiny and ordinary people?"

Chen Yang said, "Then you saw it?"

Li Yang said coldly: "I'm very disappointed. When you face death, there is no difference between you and ordinary people."

Chen Yang's eyes drooped, and he said with some excitement: "If you have nothing else to say, then you can leave."

An anger flashed in Li Yang's eyes, and said, "You look down on me, right?"

Chen Yang glanced at Li Yang, and then said: "Although you pretend to be indifferent, I have to say that you are really sensitive in your heart. Why are you sensitive? Because you are a traitor, right? You are a country with your own. People who will betray, do you still expect me to treat you differently?"

Li Yang became excited suddenly, his eyes reddened, and he kicked Chen Yang on the neck.

With a bang, Chen Yang was kicked and thrown to the ground, his face fell to the ground, rubbing bleeding marks. Li Yang sternly pressed his foot on Chen Yang's neck, and said with a sneer: "Asshole, are you qualified to laugh at me?"

Chen Yang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and he was humiliated to the extreme. Clenched his fists and let go. He hated it to the extreme, but what was most tortured was his psychological despair.

Because he has no hope of turning over.

What people fear most is not death, but hopelessness.

At this time, Li Yang retracted his leg. Chen Yang sat up.

"Aren't you sharp teeth? What's wrong, dumb?" Li Yang sneered, "Do you really want to kill me? Are you desperate?"

Chen Yang took a deep breath, then closed his eyes.

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