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Chapter 133 One hundred and thirty years of immortality(2/2)

"As long as you signed this contract, I can not kill this person." Mu Lao spoke, his voice was cold and ruthless.

"Miss, don't listen to this old monster, this contract can't be signed." Fuber coughed a blood, so said.

Alas!

However, while the Fuber's voice fell, the pieces of broken glass suddenly moved, and then leaped around Fubo's body.

On the body, countless traces were cut by the broken glass.

Yin Hong's blood fell, and the pungent bloody smell permeated in the moment.

"I don't like to grind." Mu Lao said, "If it wasn't for Lin Zhongnan's bastard, how could I wait until you were adult to make you sign this contract."

Mu Lao's look suddenly became very embarrassed, and his eyes were red: "If you don't sign, I will use this glass now to cut his head."

The breath of Fubo began to become weak, because the wounds on his body were slowly expanding, and more and more blood exuded.

"Master ..." Shen Cangzhi felt that Mu Lao did a little too much.

"Shut your mouth, don't forget your identity, don't forget who this is for it!" Mu Lao drank.

Subsequently, Mu Lao turned his cold and bitter eyes to Su Xinyao.

"I sign ... don't kill Fubo, I sign." For Su Xinyao, after the Lin family died strangely, Fubo almost became her loved ones in the Lin family.

Fubo watched her grow up from a young age, and had more care for her.

Now, how could she bear to watch Fubo die.

Su Xinyao's hand was trembling, and trembling grabbed the pen.

boom!

At this moment, the crowd outside suddenly staged.
Chapter completed!
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