Why did you kill me?!

Chen Ping'an staggered backwards, separated his index finger and middle finger, pressing the position of the wound, his face turned blue and purple, and black.

His eyes were red and he stared at Qin Lang tightly. As soon as he came to his head, he did not doubt Qin Lang's identity.

We can't blame him for being too stupid, but the person in front of us is exactly the same as his master, whether it is body, words, or some catchphrases.

Even some details in life have not changed.

Tianjizi spent most of his life on the mountain. Who else knew these little habits besides him?!

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

Pure Yang body! It's so rare. I have been looking for you for decades.

If you have been trained for so many years, if you don’t kill you, if you don’t extract your blood and refine Pure Yang Pill, how many years can I live like this old bone?

Qin Lang was very thoughtful on the surface, but he gave a thumbs up in his heart and praised the advanced disguise technique.

Niuzi!

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Having reached this situation, Chen Ping'an did not doubt his identity?

No flaws!

After thinking about it, Qin Lang still made a decision.

Instead of jumping out directly in front of Chen Ping'an and shouting that I was Qin Lang, didn't you want to kill me just now? Now I've stabbed you, Balabala.

It’s better to continue pretending to be Tian Jizi and give Chen Ping’an another fatal blow!

Ding! Chen Ping'an, the son of luck, has dropped 1,000 points. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the destiny villain's value of 20,000!

Chen Ping'an was shocked, and the black on his face became increasingly spread.

The luck backfires, and the blood flowed all over his body, his breath became weaker and weaker.

I can die, and you can also use my blood to refine Pure Yang Pill, but you have to help me kill someone and a guy named Qin Lang!

Chen Ping'an's face became ferocious. Even if he died, I would not let him live a good life. I want his family to be destroyed. I want him to live forever forever. I will survive in the severe torture!

Kill, kill you in Male Gobi!

Qin Lang stepped forward, grabbed Chen Ping'an's hair, and stabbed him.

During the process, Chen Ping'an wanted to resist, but at his heyday, he was no match for Qin Lang, let alone his current state of serious injury and dying?

In less than a few seconds, Chen Ping'an's heart was covered with bloody penetration damage.

Dead old man, you are so poisonous!

Chen Ping'an had bloodshots on his lips and fell straight toward the back.

Before he died, he didn't expect that he just asked the dead old man to kill someone, but he not only received no reply.

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

Dead coward!

The blood-colored mandala dragged his seriously injured body forward and glanced at Chen Ping'an's body with wide eyes.

At Qin Lang who was looking at the corpse, he said strangely, "What are you staring at him?" He is dead, his pupils have lost focus and cannot be disguised. Besides, how many times you stabbed just now, are you not sure what you know?

Not to mention humans, even if a cow is here, it is probably still alive.

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

Hesitate, hesitate!

A white smoke rose up, and then white bubbles emerged on the corpse, and its body was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Is this rotten corpse powder? The blood-colored mandala looked at this scene and was extremely surprised. Are you a killer or I a killer? Why do you feel that you are more professional than me? Can you even use this advanced chemical to deal with corpses?

Can you stop beating around? Are you upset? Do you understand that the dead are the most important thing, and you should give them enough respect?

Qin Lang turned around, rolled his eyes in anger, and scolded the blood-colored mandala. He watched Chen Ping'an's body return to a pool of blood and merge into the soil, leaving only a set of tattered clothes.

He took out another bottle, poured the liquid inside, then stroked a match and threw it onto the liquid.

Rush!

Suddenly, a blazing flame burned, illuminating Qin Lang's face, who was standing not far away, with a layer of red.

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

He took out another recorder and turned it on.

Suddenly, the intense music burst out from it.

Dong! Buzz ~~

Dong, Dongdong~dong~dong!

The music gradually became high from low, as if a black conductor with a crutch and a black round hat was directing.

Dong! Dongdong~dong~dong!

Buzz ~

Dongdong ~ Dongdong!

What kind of music is this? Why does it sound weird? The blood-colored mandala didn't care about the serious injuries on her body. Amid the music, she felt a little chill all over.

It's rare and strange! Qin Lang snorted coldly.

As a qualified villain!

Killing people and ashes is no longer enough to demonstrate his professionalism. It must be followed by this one-stop service, plus the additional gift service for salvation.

When Chen Ping'an wants to kill his son of luck, the extra salvation service he gives is of good quality, but it cannot be too high-end. For example, Chen Ping'an is not worthy of the song "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix"!

"Black Man Carrying a Coffin" is the most suitable.

Brother Hei smiled, life and death were unpredictable, the coffin was lifted, the world was in vain

The coffin was lifted, the soil was buried, and each person said goodbye.

Bye-Bye!

Qin Lang kicked the earth and put out the last trace of Mars.

Since then, Chen Ping'an, the son of Qiyun, completely dissipated from this world into a wisp of blue smoke.

It's just a divine thing, just killing someone, is it necessary to do so many things? The blood-colored mandala rolled his eyes charmingly, which made his pale face add a bit of temptation.

She stared at the Tang suit on Qin Lang strangely. Is there a secret lattice in your clothes? How could you put down anything?

Shh, don't talk for now, let me remember it quietly. Although I promised to help you kill Chen Ping'an, it's a life after all. I feel sorry for it. Give me a quiet time and let me slow down.

Qin Lang reached out to block the blood-colored mandala's mouth, closed his eyes, feeling and waiting.

His face was a little entangled, and he was a little anxious.

It seemed as if it was really as he said, and he was unwilling to let go.

Is he really feeling depressed?

The blood-colored mandala was deceived by Qin Lang's expression. A touch of emotion rose in his heart. Before he could ferment, he saw a smile on Qin Lang's face with his eyes closed.
Chapter completed!