Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Fan felt his whole body tremble, and the previous sense of depression was completely dissipated. It turned out that the obsession in this body finally drifted away with confidence. At this moment, Xu Fan is the master of this body.

Then Xu Fan sat on the bed quietly and felt the new body. After a while, Xu Fan slowly stood up, and then walked to a shabby mirror. He wanted to see what this body was. It looks like, although Xu Fan is not too persistent in the pursuit of perfect appearance, but he does not want to be too ugly. After all, everyone has a heart for beauty.

At this time, Xu Fan saw a figure close to 1.8 meters tall in the mirror. His appearance was still pretty. It was just that the person was too thin, his face was slightly yellowed, and he looked malnourished. It is conceivable that this was in the last period of time. How impoverished the original owner of the fleshly body was.

"It's really weak!" Xu Fan pinched his thin arms and thin legs, and shook his head slightly. Then Xu Fan looked up and found that Xu Mijie was still on his left index finger, but it was a pity that Xu Fan didn't have any at this moment. Spiritual power, let alone innate true qi, can't connect with Xumijie at all.

"I really dreamed that Xu Fan still has today." Xu Fan sighed and shook his head, and then a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, although Xu Fan, who didn't have the slightest strength to fight back before the master of Tongtian, even if it was just a ray of soul Under the blessing of Huo Qilin, he was reborn in another identity under the eyes of the Lord Tongtian.

"Unexpectedly, Master Tongtian, I really look forward to seeing you next time!" Xu Fan muttered, the flames of hatred in his heart became more and more vigorous, not only for himself but also for the tens of thousands of creatures in the mortal world.

Xu Fan suddenly laughed wildly, but with a smile, he thought of a person, the laughter gradually ceased, and a sad expression appeared on his face.

"Xiao Qiang, are you still alive?" Xu Fan finished looking at Xumijie on his finger.

Thinking of the Xiao Qiang who knew his strength was poor and still willing to stand in front of him, or the sword spirit of the Pure Yang Sword, Xu Fan began to feel sad in his heart, and the corners of his eyes gradually moistened.

"If you still have a trace of soul thought, no matter who you become, I will definitely find you. If you are no longer there, all day long, I will let the Lord Tongtian, the thousand-year ghost king, pay for the blood!"

Xu Fan gritted his teeth, his eyes shot firm and sharp, his hands clenched fists tightly, and his nails almost stuck into the flesh of his palms.

At this moment, suddenly, there was a loud "bang", the door of the little black room was kicked open, and a group of people rushed in fiercely.

Of the five young people, the headed one is bald, followed by four board-inch heads.

Five of them wore sunglasses, low-necked checkered shirts, Aokang white leather shoes under their feet, and cropped trousers. All of them were holding short sticks and tattooed on their arms. They looked like those from the bottom of society. Fucked, Xu Fan shook his head slightly, not thinking that he would still have a day to deal with these people.

The headed person had an extremely eye-catching big gold chain hanging around his neck. As soon as he entered the door, he arrogantly roared towards Xu Fan: "Boy, you owe one hundred thousand yuan, today it’s time to pay it back. If you have no money, I will chop you off and feed the dog."

Xu Fan frowned, and after staring at a few people carefully for a while, he remembered something. These people were the new boyfriends of the original owner of the flesh body who had come to intimidate him to lay down a hundred thousand IOUs.

A few gangsters rushed in to see Xu Fan's appearance. They couldn't help but froze for a moment. After a few days, Xu Fan was so thin that he had already known that he wouldn't need so many people to come. It felt like a gust of wind could blow him apart.

"Tsk tusk tusk, it's just a broken relationship, people don't give up at any time, don't give up making money, otherwise what will you give us back?" these **** said sarcastically.

The headed **** walked to the bed, his right foot covered with yellow mud lifted up and stepped on the bed, and a large piece of soil was immediately stained on the bed sheet.

Xu Fan stared at the dirty foot that stepped on his bed, his face instantly became cold. Obviously, this foot was extremely insulting. After the incident of Master Tongtian, earth-shaking changes had taken place in Xu Fan's heart. Dao-mindedness is not righteous, no matter the disposition is not-minded, Xu Fan will be a person who will repay me for the rest of my life, and I will repay it a hundredfold if I get the blessings, and the same is true if I am insulted by others.

"Don't take a **** to take pictures of yourself or look at yourself. It doesn't matter if you want money or no money. It doesn't matter if you want to stare at you. If you are not convinced," said the head of the bully.

Xu Fan ignored his words, then lowered his head and stared at his foot, and said coldly: "Take your foot away!"

"Huh?" The name was the first meal, and then his face twitched, and a grinning smile appeared from the corner of his mouth: "Hahaha, what can you do with me if I don't take it away? You are also worthy to make a request to me."

The headed **** suddenly spit on the bed sheet, and the sole of the shoe covered with yellow mud stepped on the thick phlegm. After rotating it for a half turn, he wiped the bed sheet and painted. The bed sheet became dirty immediately. It's even more ugly.

Then the headed man looked at Xu Fan and said, "Well, I just don’t take it away. It’s just your broken bed. I spit on it to raise you up. Just treat you as a new year I will give you benefits, ha Haha."

The four gangsters behind laughed together.

The headed **** continued: "Don't say stepping on your bed, as long as I am willing to step on your face, don't shame your face."

Xu Fan smiled coldly and then stood up and looked at the few people indifferently without saying a word. It was not until their smiles were almost the same that Xu Fan spit out coldly: "You are finished laughing? When you are finished laughing, remove the dirty stuff on the bed. Licking clean, I can spare you all."

"What are you talking about?" The **** headed by Xu Fan was stunned for a while by Xu Fan's abnormal performance. It took a while to react and said with a face of disbelief: "You kid let Lao Tzu lick it clean, I heard it right!"

"You heard that right." Xu Fan still said in a very flat tone. .

"Ha, ha ha..." The **** who led Xu Fan glanced at Xu Fan and then began to laugh, like an idiot who was laughing to death.

"The kid is looking for death!" Before the leader of the gangsters spoke, the gangster rushed up fiercely, raised a chair, and slammed down towards Xu Fan without saying a word.

Seeing that the chair was about to hit a person's head, Xu Fan suddenly flashed and passed in front of the gangster strangely. Although there was no spiritual power in his body, Xu Fan still remembered the pure Yang body technique, and Xu Fan still didn't have a single body technique. Any pressure.

"Boom" with a loud noise, the chair smashed to the ground, torn apart.

Xu Fan sneered slightly, and a very beautiful arc hung over the corner of his mouth and said: "Human, I always don't cherish opportunities." After saying this, Xu Fan punched the bastard's stomach.