Alien God System

In the middle of the night, the friends at the banquet had already drunk and lay all over the place. Only the two brothers Yang Feng and Yang Xiaoyi were still touching each other's glasses, but the two of them were already dizzy and dizzy. It looks hazy.

Five or six small servants walked in, and after looking at each other, they immediately moved forward and pulled them apart.

"Master, it's late at night, the little one will help you back to your room to rest!"

"No, I want to continue drinking with my third brother!"

Waved his hand fiercely, Yang Xiaoyi shouted at Yang Feng who was being pulled away.

Yang Feng also smirked and shouted: "Second brother, don't run, let's come to Three Hundred Altars, dare you, hahaha."

"What dare not?

Come again! "

Yang Xiaoyi was struggling, trying to climb back to Yang Feng, but his legs had long since stopped.

The little servants who were supporting each other couldn't laugh or cry, and persuaded: "Master, you've been drinking like this, you should rest quickly.

Besides, Young Master Yang also wants to rest, we will help him to the guest room! "

"Which room to go?

Go to my room, I want to talk to my third brother Bingzhuye tonight! "

"Yes, I'm going to fight with my second brother for another 300 rounds, and bring the wine to my room, hahaha!"

Both of them are playing drunkenly, yelling up to the sky, and will not leave.

The little servants who were supporting each other gave each other a look, and then pulled them away forcefully.

At the beginning, the two were still awkward, twisting their bodies constantly, just not going.

But soon, the two of them had already lowered their heads drunkly, and passed away completely drunk, and started snoring.

It is much easier for those little servants to take them away.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Xiaoyi was taken back into his room, snoring and dreaming.

Yang Feng was taken to a quiet and lonely place in the back mountain, where the whistling cold wind was blowing.

There, twelve men with murderous auras have been waiting for a long time.

Snapped! With a fierce wave of his hand, the young man threw Yang Feng's drunk body to the ground, and then respectfully gave a fist to the twelve.

The leader waved his hand, and the young man retreated.

Then, the twelve people looked down at Yang Feng, and saw that at this moment, Yang Feng’s buttocks were higher than the sky, his cheeks were on the dusty ground, and there was still a halazi, and they came to dreams from time to time, muttering: Good wine...It's just that the wine is not pure, why are there impurities in it, bah bah..." "Big Brother, just such a drunk, the Patriarch actually asked us the twelve evil spirits to act together. Isn't it too big and small?"

With a sudden smile, a man in black looked at Yang Feng's ghostly virtue and immediately contempted.

The person in charge glared at him and cursed: "Idiot, the Patriarch asked us to act together, not all to deal with this little bastard, but to prevent the young master from stopping.

The twelve of us have a look after.

As for this kid, who will solve it? "

"Kill this kind of person for fear of dirtying my hands!"

"That's it, this kind of unknown junior can just send someone to kill, why do we have to do it ourselves?"

"Made to be broken, I will wait for the fame!"

... Hearing what he said, a group of people in black immediately disliked them and shunned them.

Fortunately, Yang Feng is so drunk that he is unconscious. Otherwise, seeing their attitude makes him furious.

What's the matter, brothers, take the head of my sacred flame sect leader, and you are wronged, are you?

I haven't said anything about the murdered person, but your murderer has become proud, grandma! The demon boss seemed to be unable to bear their picky behavior. He immediately got angry and shouted: "Okay, the task arranged by the Patriarch still chooses three to four. Don't you want to live?

Old twelve, you can do it quickly.

Others, put on guards around, lest anyone come out to obstruct them. "

Oh! Seeing this shameful errand fell on the head of the twelfth brother, everyone immediately cheered and dispersed.

Elder Twelve came to Yang Feng with an unhappy expression, and said bitterly: "I knew that I was bullying me and killing such a drunk who was unconscious, and it would be no face to spread it out. What is the difference between killing a pig?

Laozi’s dignified members of the twelve evil spirits are too talented to do such an unskilled thing! "

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

Seeing that he had been muttering and not moving his hands, the boss immediately urged.

The Twelve's face sank, the light in his hand flashed, and he took out a long knife with strong aura, and asked: "Boss, Tenth Rank Spirit Soldier, cut this kid's head, okay?"

"With your strength, even if this kid is a master of the Martial King, it is almost enough to use the sixth rank spirit soldier.

But the tenth product should be the tenth product, do it quickly, and you have to go back to the Patriarch. "

Oh! Nodded clearly, Twelve raised the long knife indifferently, and then aimed at Yang Feng's still snoring head, and slapped it fiercely.

Kara! However, after hearing a cracking sound, the long knife shattered into dregs in twelve incredible eyes, and Yang Feng's head was still intact.

Even Yang Feng didn't even feel at all, he was still asleep with the halazi, with a lewd smile on his face from time to time, and he didn't know what kind of dream he had dreamed of.

"what happened?"

Hearing the movement here, the evil spirit boss hurried forward to check, but only saw Old Twelve stunned, completely stunned.

What a hard head! The face couldn't help but twitched, and Old Twelve said incredibly and authentically: "Brother, I tried my best to cut it down with the Tenth Rank Spirit Soldier, but he shattered the Spirit Soldier.

What does his head do? "

"No, he is drunk and unconscious now, and without any defense at all, even if he is the third-tier pinnacle master of the Martial King, a tenth rank spirit soldier should easily cut off his head, how could he... "The boss of the evil spirit was also dumbfounded. The rest of the evil spirits who came to watch were also confused by Monk Zhang Er. You look at me, I look at you, I don't know why.

Licking some dry lips, the demon boss clenched his fist and roared: "Bring the twelfth rank top spirit soldier, this time I will go personally!"

"Yes!"

Huh! A ray of light flashed, and a gong-sized Haoyue meteor hammer appeared in the hands of the evil spirit boss.

The demon boss' eyes condensed, and his whole body skills were lifted, and he slammed on Yang Feng’s sleepy head, and even used the heavenly thunder martial arts: "Tian Lei hardened, twelfth-rank advanced martial arts, Thor Skybreaker!"

boom! With a bang, the whole mountain could not help shaking.

In an instant, the entire back mountain was completely covered by the white thunder sea.

Yang Xiaoyi, who was sleeping in the room, straightened up suddenly and said in a daze: "What's the matter, where is the earthquake?"

But soon, he rolled his eyelids again, fell on the bed, and continued to sleep.

Li Zhendong, who was having a meeting in the secret room, felt the turbulent power, and he twitched with anger, and shouted: "What's the matter with these twelve demons?

Tell them to act carefully, don't let Xiaotian find out, why are they making such a big noise?

It's just dealing with a drunk young bastard. Is it so hard?

A bunch of trash, hum! "