Self-inflicted self-inflicted self-inflicted villain [Quick Transmigration]

"Where do you think this is!" came an angry voice, and at the same time there was the cracking of wine jars, "You're looking for death!"

The man has an evil spirit between his eyebrows and wears a black robe with a special totem embroidered on the end of the robe.

This kind of attire is exactly the member of the Demon Sect who is fighting openly and secretly with the Wulin League in the Jianghu.

He looked at the person in front of him, furious.

It was a man in ragged clothes, his face was covered by disheveled hair, his body was stained with dust, and he looked embarrassed.

Who put this beggar in!

Since he can become a small leader of the Demon Cult, the man still has some strength.It's just that at this time, the furious man actually ignored the young man's sense of disobedience, and only felt it was bad luck.

I just saw corpses all over the mansion, and saw a beggar again!

"Come here! Take this..."

"At noon today, you brought back a man." The man suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was unmatched and clear, but his sentence was habitually condescending.

The man swung his knife at the young man directly.

The young man dodged sideways, grabbed the hand holding the knife with his backhand, and wanted to hit his chest with the other palm.

For some reason, he barely stopped, but grabbed his neck instead, and then threw the tall and thick man back to his original position like throwing garbage.

The man was dumbfounded, and then more intense anger surged up.

"you!"

"Shut up." The man held his knife in his hand and threw it at him, his voice was cold, "Come again."

He's like a feline playing with his prey, with an air of insouciance in his movements.

The man's eyes were red, and the anger made him lose his mind.

When he rushed towards the young man again and again, and was thrown back again and again, his face was distorted with anger.

However, the young man who was stared at by his ferocious eyes did not have the slightest timidity. Even though his clothes were ragged and his face was covered by dust, he was still tall and straight, with an ice-like chill in his eyes.

All his mind is now on another person.

Thinking about what he said before, using himself as the bait to find the kidnapped person, the young man unconsciously frowned slightly.

Sure enough... he should be killed.

What qualifications does a weak person have to get that person's attention.

Even, for him, that person went to the Devil's Cult to find an antidote to cure the poison on his body.

It was obvious that that person finally returned to his side...

Why put yourself in danger for someone else?

Stay by my side and let me protect you, okay?

A wave flashed in his eyes.

When the man rushed towards him again, he didn't hold back his hands, his strong inner strength was revealed, and the coercion was almost terrifying.

The moment it hit the man's heart, the blood made him take a few steps back in disgust, not a single drop of blood was stained on his robe.

Lowering his eyes, he stretched out his hand to wipe off the dust on his face, and his handsome face was still visible.

Turning around without hesitation, he had already thought of a speech in his heart.

Can't save it... It's also impossible.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, he secretly said trouble, and turned his head to look at the man who walked into the room.

Can't stay alive.

Thinking of this, his eyes showed killing intent.

The man was dressed in black robes embroidered with the dark pattern of the Demon Cult. He had a stern face, and his steps contained power, but there was a chilling silence in his eyes.

When he saw the man's face clearly, the young man's eyes flickered for a moment, followed by deep-seated hatred.

But this strong emotion was quickly suppressed by him.

"Xing Si." Just calling out this name made the young man feel extremely disgusted.

The man's eyes swept over the dead bodies all over the floor, his expression remained unchanged, even though they were his followers.

He looked at the young man, as if looking down at a dead object.

The finger hidden under the sleeve moved slightly, killing was imminent.

"Be honest with me!" The abrupt voice interrupted the tension in the room.

The young man's calm mask was shattered, and his brows were wrinkled.

In the next second, he used light work and jumped out of the house.

Si Zhuo was carrying a king who lost his morals, and was enduring his messy hands and feet, his anger level was on the verge of exploding.

This thing doesn't matter if it doesn't walk by itself!

Can you be more honest when asking others to carry you?

"Heh, you are very considerate to pet and waiter." Ao Yue waved his fan, his narrowed eyes were full of sarcasm and sarcasm, "This seat can be regarded as an eye-opener."

Si Zhuo felt his brain hurt.

How many people has offended Nima himself in this plane!

The earlobe was trapped, Si Zhuo shook his hand, and the person on his back fell to the ground with a low moan.

Just when I was about to say something, I felt a gust of wind blowing.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that Ao Yue, who had been watching the play, stood in front of him.

"Ants." Ao Yue squinted his eyes, and sneered at the person who just wanted to take away Si Zhuo, "Despicable and dirty."

Si Zhuo poked his head out from behind him, his eyes widened, "Ouyang Zixuan?"

Ao Yue was taken aback, and looked at this dirty young man again.

Ouyang Zixuan frowned, "Go away."

Feeling the coercion behind him, his expression became even colder.

Si Zhuo followed Ao Yue's gaze and saw a man with an explosive presence.

It's so cool that you won't be a passerby!

The man's eyes met Si Zhuo's, and he took a step back suddenly, his black eyes fixed on Si Zhuo's body, and his mood changed several times.In the end, his thin lips parted slightly, and he spit out the two words buried in his heart.

"Owner."

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