Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

"That's what you said, properly handled?"

The son of the Haotian Pavilion pavilion master, Hao Chen, came over with a cold face, and then glanced at the corpse of the messenger on the ground, with a trace of anger in his eyes.

This guy is getting more and more presumptuous!

Although a messenger doesn't matter, he should do this kind of thing!

He, the son of the pavilion master, is still here, killing people in front of him?

What do you mean? Is this venting your dissatisfaction? Want to rebel?

"Master Meteo, this matter... the subordinates have not handled it properly!"

"But Master Met, don't worry, even if a few small fish and shrimps come in, it won't be a problem, just clean them up."

Bei Lin, wearing a gray robe, said indifferently, the expression on his face becoming more and more indifferent, as if he didn't care about this matter from beginning to end.

"Humph!"

"Small fish and shrimp? The one who can kill tens of thousands of cultivators under my command is a small fish and shrimp?"

"If I remember correctly, this Sean seems to be your right-hand man, right? A quasi-sacred realm? Just beheaded? The enemy's strength is unknown, you should be careful!"

"The secret of this plane cannot be exposed!"

"Otherwise...hehe...your life won't be enough!"

Hao coldly glanced at Beilin in a gray robe, and while talking, did not hide the dissatisfaction and disgust in his eyes.

Bei Lin lowered his head silently, his eyes flickered sharply...

"Report...Report...Report..."

A messenger rushed in again outside the door. This messenger trembled unnaturally when he saw the body of his companion at the door. His tone of voice gradually changed. He was also afraid that he would suffer like this. The treatment, the panic in my heart seemed extremely real.

"Say!"

"Young Master Ben is here, no one can hurt you!"

The son of the Haotian Pavilion pavilion master Haomei stepped forward, asking everything eagerly.

"Yes... it's the young master... outside... a pair of men and horses attacked outside. It seems that they are the human races who escaped before..."

While Chuan Lingbing was talking, his body couldn't help but leaned against Hao Yu, and his gaze was full of horror when he glanced at the guardian Beilin.

Whoo...

The guardian Beilin indifferently stepped forward and pinched the messenger's neck...

"Beilin! What do you want to do!"

Haotian, the son of the pavilion master of Haotian Pavilion, froze for a moment, and then roared.

Click...

As his roar fell, the head of the messenger had been taken off.

"Master Fall, this guy has a heart of rebellion!"

"His action just now deliberately wanted to stir up the conflict between you and me, he, **** it!"

Beilin wiped his hands, and there was obviously no blood on his hands, but after wiping it many times, it seemed that there was a certain quirk.

"Humph!"

"This is already the 78th messenger you killed this month!"

"In the entire barracks, the messenger has become the unit with the highest mortality rate!"

"Beilin! You must not be too domineering!"

The son of the Haotian Pavilion pavilion master Haomei took a breath, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Is it?"

"Master Meteo is seeing me upset?"

"The subordinates will obey the orders! From now on, we will kill a few less messengers!"

Beilin said that he was obedient, but the jealous color on his face became more and more obvious.

"Don't walk around here, just wait for me to kill the intruder!"

After Bei Lin finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Asshole!"

The son of the Haotian Pavilion pavilion master, Hao Yuan gritted his teeth, his eyes jerked with killing intent.