Gui Lingling agreed in a crisp voice, with a bit of disbelief in her eyes.

The master’s nephew is so gentle!

She didn't even get scolded!

Li Dazhi muttered: "What happened? Doesn't your magical power correspond to my disaster?"

Li Ping'an smiled and said nothing, and went straight to the window to meditate, quickly accepting the endless insights in his body.

Then, he looked again at the new glow that appeared at an unknown time.

Father and son have magical powers, and heaven gives warning.

It's just that the scene that appeared this time has little to do with Li Dazhi.

[Collapsed mountains, war-torn sky, collapsed earth, surging sea of ​​blood.]

[Li Ping'an, dressed in white, holds a broken gun in his hand, but his hands and feet are surrounded by dark chains. Although he keeps struggling, he can't move at all. 】

[The headless man carried two huge battle axes and kept approaching him. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of Li Pingan. He raised a magic ax and smashed it down. Blood spattered everywhere, and Li Pingan's head flew away. 】

Xingtian dances with relatives.
Chapter completed!