The devil attacks me every day

The banging stopped.

The palm of the young man rested on the heavy door panel, his breathing was short, and his whole body was stiff.

"Just say that he died for Liufeng Mansion, yes...how could you know, haha!" Scarface's voice was insane, piercing, straight

It pierced straight into Meng Qi'an's heart.

Meng Qi'an knew.

In fact, he can guess.

He just didn't want to believe it.

Scarface slammed the long iron rod in his hand to the ground, and the bloody heads rolled around, and one or two collided with each other.

It stopped, and the rest dragged long bloodstains, standing alone in a pool of blood.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Dao Scar's face was full of pity, "I still show mercy to let this family reunite... It's really boring."

There were blue veins popping up on Zhuang Qing's face, his already arrogant brows were filled with fury, and his eyes were burning with flames of anger.his back slot

Grinding his teeth faintly, he asked, "Why did this happen?"

[You actually said to these things why this is the case...Jie Jie, kid, as long as you let me out, do you still need to be so angry? ]

[Reason with these things... Zhuang Nanhai, you are so naive? ]

[What, are you unhappy? ]

[Stop supporting Zhuang Nanhai, in order to suppress me, you are already at the end of your battle...give your body to me, give it to me!Give me your body!

Zhuang Qing's head was almost split in half by the magic sound in the seal, one half was clear and the other half was muddy.His temples were wet with cold sweat, and his head was swollen

The pain was so severe that he could only bite hard on the tip of his tongue. The pain instantly made his mind clearer, and the screaming magic sound temporarily disappeared.

Scarface tilted his head, looked at Zhuang Qing's face carefully, and pondered for a while: "Oh——isn't this the born supreme Zhuang Nanhai?"

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Qingteng pointed at the enemy, Zhuang Qing asked: "The Meng family has been guarding Fenyuan for thousands of years and has been safe and sound. Who sent you? What exactly do you want to do?"

"No one sent us here, hahahaha..." The scarred face laughed wildly, and then the laughter stopped for a second, with a sinister look on his face

, "Thanks to Shu Cangzhu's marriage letter, otherwise how would we know that there are so many ancient phoenix bloodlines hidden in a mere Liufeng mansion!"

He licked the red and white stuff left on the iron rod, his expression turned into a strange joy, and he said, "Ah...it's delicious, hahahaha!"

The sapphire vine in Zhuang Qing's hand was as fast as an afterimage, stabbing straight at Scarface's heart.Scarface raised the iron rod, but the iron rod turned out to be like tofu

Generally speaking, it was broken by the green vine sword in just a second, slightly deviated from the direction, and cut off one of his arms severely.

"Ah!!!" Scarface's arm was bleeding like a fountain, and the arm that fell on the ground didn't even have time to realize that it had left the owner's body.

Fingers bent and trembled slightly in the pool of blood.

Meng Qi'an, who was standing behind Zhuang Qing, stood up slowly.He lowered his head, gradually raised his hands, and the red light under them gradually became brighter.

"Heh..." His voice was light and light, and it sounded like a whisper, but the murderous intent in his tone was ready to be released, "A marriage certificate...

Because of a marriage letter..."

The young man's voice became clearer and clearer, and the words pierced into Scarface's heart: "I, Meng Zhao, have lived for 17 years, but I have never heard of Gu Huang's bloodline! Why?

...very noble?delicious? "

The scorching fire became more and more pressing, and Meng Qi'an's face shone with the dazzling brilliance of the sun under the firelight.

"Then should I have a taste too, is your flesh and blood delicious?!"

Fierce flames poured down from the young man's direction, and the bloody rain disappeared without a trace.The burning spiritual power turned into flames, and Meng Qi'an almost

All the spiritual power in the whole body was drained, just to bring down this purgatory punishment.

"Ahhh!!"

"fire!"

Where the sky fire swept across, the evil cultivators screamed incessantly.

The evil cultivator who is constantly struggling, rolling, and suffering in the raging fire is like a little ghost in hell trying to climb up, and can only turn into a piece of paper in the end.

A piece of charred corpse fell on the bloody ground that had dried up.

Not the world, more like hell.

"Help me! Ahh!!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong... let me go..."

"It's so hot! It hurts!"

"Meng Zhao! If you kill me alone and harm the whole family, it's not a loss hahaha!"

"Help... help me..."

"..."

Under the sky fire is the Liufeng Mansion in the dream.

Under the black mist, there is Zhuang Nanhai who followed the boy into a dream.

More and thicker black mist than ever before struck towards Zhuang Nanhai on its own initiative, piercing into his palm one by one.

The dream in front of him was gradually shaken, Zhuang Qing's anger and forbearance, the evil cultivator's greed and begging for mercy, the young man's despair and determination... everything came together.

Everything was torn into several pieces and scattered, turning into little pieces.

"Ah!" Zhuang Nanhai yelled uncontrollably, and the black vines in his palm swam like a group of snakes. The scene was very scary.

The black vines swimming out from Zhuang Nanhai's palm gradually piled up at his feet, and even climbed up towards his body.Not long after, Zhuang Nanhai was arrested by

More and more thick vines are tightly wrapped.

Under the surge of the black snake, Zhuang Nanhai fell into a deep sleep.

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When Zhuang Nanhai opened his eyes again, the dream had changed.

In his mind, the scene of Meng Qian's punishment from hell and the flames rolling down when he was in a rage was still in his mind, but in the dream now, the dark sky was once again

There was a sticky rain of blood, tick-tock-tick-tick-tick.

"Master Zhuang...Young Master Zhuang...what's the matter with you!"

"Zhuang Qing!... Zhuang Qing? Zhuang Nanhai!"

One after another, trembling voices passed through the rain curtain and crashed into Zhuang Nanhai's heart.

Just hearing the young man shout 'Zhuang Nanhai', I don't know if it's hotness, throbbing, or inexplicable regret... Such complicated emotions are almost overwhelming.

Make his heart beat so fast that it's about to jump out.

He looked at the source of the young man's voice, and saw Zhuang Qing half kneeling on the ground, spitting blood all over the floor.

And beside them, there were several corpses of monsters that looked like people with the same scarred face just now, but in fact they had long been neither human nor ghost.on the corpse

He could recognize the fatal injury, which was caused by the ivy sword in Zhuang Qing's hand.

It looked like there had just been a fight.

Zhuang Qing's eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed, one hand was pressed hard on his heart, and the other was clenched tightly, trembling visibly with the naked eye.

[Zhuang Nanhai, let me out. ]

[Zhuang Nanhai, do you think those few bastards can slaughter a thousand-year-old fairy mansion? ]

[Didn't you almost protect that kid just now?Having nothing but spiritual power but not being able to use it as you like...isn't that a good feeling? ]

[Let me out, I will protect him...don't you care about him? ]

[Zhuang Nanhai...Zhuang Nanhai...Zhuang Nanhai...]

"No..." Blood dripped from Zhuang Nanhai's clenched palm, "I won't... and I can't!"

The author has something to say:

I was so depressed when I wrote about the Dreamland in the New Year's Eve, how can I restore it to such a miserable outline with only one sentence ==

I can only hypnotize myself, the worldly line is sweet, please don’t abandon me 555