Lord of the Night

The man in white said: "What? Did you ask the right person? What do you mean?"

Fang Che laughed wildly and with pride. His laughter shook the sea of ​​clouds and filled the sky with white mist.

His voice was like gold and stone, vibrating between the sky, the earth, the clouds and the sea, and every word was sonorous: "I have no selfish motives! I will be pure and pure in my life!"

He held his hands behind his chest and felt a heroic spirit suddenly rise in his heart. Even when he spoke, he was so majestic.

He looked directly into the eyes of the man in white and said word by word: "You see clearly, I, Fang Che, am not here for the Blue Blood Pill Heart. Because, I, Fang Che, am the Blue Blood Pill Heart!"

He stands here, his body is like a mountain, his eyes are like thunder; when he stands in the wind, he is evergreen; when he speaks casually, he is the righteousness of heaven and earth.

At this moment, Fang Che, in the eyes of the man in white, cannot be shaken or blasphemed!

The man in white looked shocked.

A strange light burst out from his eyes as he looked at Fang Che.

He clearly felt that Fang Che's words came from the bottom of his heart.

It seemed to be shouting out from the bottom of my heart.

That is a burning passion!

Even a man like him, who has stood at the top for thousands of years, and whose heart has been stagnant for thousands of years, is shaken!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Fang Che laughed wildly. In this personal realm, he looked directly at his heart unscrupulously.

Speak freely of your lifelong ambitions.

He even felt that his heart was sublimated and liberated at this moment.

All the grievances I suffered outside and the endless pressure I carried outside are all relieved here. I am Fang Che.

I am such a person!

"Facing heaven and earth, I have no shame in my respect for Fang Che!"

"In the face of life and death, I have no regrets!"

"Facing the world, I feel completely at ease!"

He looked at the man in white and shouted sternly: "Facing your outsider sect, I, Fang Che, am superior!"

The man in white looked into Fang Che's eyes. At this moment, with his cultivation level thousands of times higher than Fang Che's, he didn't dare to look directly!

He didn't dare to face these clear eyes.

He turned his head unnaturally, turned his gaze away, and said softly: "I admire you!"

Fang Che said calmly: "No need to admire me. I just said it, my own words."

He laughed at himself and said: "I would also like to thank you, this space realm, for allowing me to speak out my inner words. I would not say these words outside."

The man in white turned his head and smiled sarcastically: "Afraid of being laughed at?"

He wanted to make a comeback.

But Fang Che immediately turned around and stared into his eyes, saying word by word: "I'm not afraid of being laughed at, because that's the kind of person I am!"

He looked directly into the eyes of the man in white and mocked: "You...that's what you think? Really? Hahahahaha..."

Fang Che burst out laughing, leaning forward and back, his laughter like sharp needles piercing the heart and face of the man in white.

He couldn't help but shouted angrily: "Shut up, don't laugh!"

Fang Che laughed wildly: "Hahahaha... the poor Outer World Mountain Gate! Hahahaha... the ridiculous Outer World Mountain Gate! Hahaha... the miserable Outer World Mountain Gate!"

The man in white was furious and yelled: "Don't laugh!"

Fang Che stopped laughing, looked at the man in white with interest, and said provocatively: "You tell me not to laugh? You tell people like me not to laugh?"

He laughed wildly and said wildly: "Crush my bones and see if I can stop! You try!?"

The man in white didn’t dare to try.

He sighed deeply.

After just a short contact, he could tell that this person was exactly that kind of person.

Even if all the bones in his body are crushed, he can still laugh until the last moment of his life!

"Feel sorry."

The man in white said.

He sighed in his heart again. He didn't know how many years it had been since he apologized to anyone?

When Rui Qianshan approached him to compete with him and defeated him, and then when Rui Qianshan invited him and his sect to go out, he refused indifferently.

It didn't feel like anything was wrong.

Although we are all friends, if you come to me for help, I can't help you.

That's it.

There is even less shame.

But now, facing Fang Che, facing this ant whose strength was unknown to him, he felt a novel emotion.

Ashamed.

"No need to be sorry."

Fang Che said: "Aren't you looking for an argument with me? Let's get started."

The man in white smiled bitterly: "The theory is over."

Fang Che smiled faintly: "Then let me out? I still have things to do."

"Deacon Fang wants to go out, I will take you out."

The man in white sighed softly and said: "I will carefully consider what you say. I will also complete the conversation with Deacon Fang as soon as possible."

Fang Che smiled and said indifferently and perfunctorily: "Really? Hahaha... Thank you very much."

The man in white couldn't stand Fang Che's attitude.

He said bluntly: "Then I'll give it to you."

"What sect are you from?"

Fang Che said: "Can you tell me your name?"

The man in white had a pale face: "It's a small sect, but it doesn't reach the level of elegance, so there's no need to talk about it."

Fang Che said: "What about your name? Can you tell me?"

The man in white's face turned even darker: "He's a nobody, he's not worth mentioning, so I won't talk about it anymore."

Fang Che smiled and said, "Then, walking?"

The light and shadow in front of his eyes changed, and in an instant, Fang Che found himself back on the street.

And the man in white has disappeared without a trace.

Everything felt like a dream.

Tang Zheng's voice came, with great surprise: "Deacon Fang!"

Fang Che smiled faintly, as if nothing had happened, and said: "Let's go, go patrol the streets, I've been delayed for a long time."

Turn around and stride away.

It seemed that he had completely forgotten everything that happened just now.

After he left.

In the space behind him, a man in white appeared out of nowhere.

Looking at Fang Che's upright and leaving figure, his eyes were filled with confusion.

Immediately, he followed quietly.

this afternoon.

Deacon Fang showed off his power.

Working tirelessly, forgetting fatigue, and risking his own life, he ran around the entire Baiyun Continent, assisting the seniors of the Baiyun Martial Arts Academy to kill four demon sect members.

Enthusiastic citizens reported and killed twenty-seven handsome demon sect demons!

What is shocking is that two of them are demon sect demons who are handsome level eight!

After a fierce battle, Deacon Fang beheaded him.

He was also injured.

Nearing the end of duty, on the way back to the guard hall, they also found and killed two handsome-level demon sect demons.

It’s like a god of death!

The man in white had been secretly following him, watching as Deacon Fang's eyes were as bright as lightning as he picked out the Demon Cult monsters one by one from the crowd that seemed to have nothing unusual.

Not a single one was wrong.

Moreover, the black smoke that rose up after the death of the owner of the Five Spirit Gu confirmed this.

He kept watching Deacon Fang walk into the guard hall with an injured figure and an upright posture.

Then he finally sighed.

"It's really..."

What it really was, he didn't say.

Instead, the figure disappeared directly.

…

Fang Che entered the deacon's hall.

Tang Zheng had no time to rest, so he went to record his achievements out of breath.

Today he was almost exhausted, but he didn't complain at all.

On the contrary, the spirit is very high.

Fang Che sat down in his seat silently, his face cold and out of place.

Like a piece of ice that refuses to melt.

The cold breath spreads out spontaneously. The people around him couldn't help but dare not speak loudly.

Not far behind him, behind Jing Xiuyun's desk, Hong Erzi couldn't help but said, "Deacon Fang has gained a lot today."

Fang Che hummed and didn't look back.

He also didn't like this slippery and wretched person.

Cripple Hong Er was a little angry, why are you so awesome?

You are so popular just because you have a pretty face, and all the girls in the deacon hall are attracted by you.

He smiled and said: "According to this trend, Deacon Fang should be promoted to the first-level Venus Deacon soon. It is gratifying. I believe that there will be a large reward for meritorious service by then."

Everyone's expressions changed.

This guy really doesn't want to pick up the pot.

Fang Che is angry because of this matter, but you just say such things, aren't you asking for embarrassment.

Fang Che smiled faintly, then stood up and walked towards Cripple Hong Er.

Cripple Hong Er stood up in panic and said, "What are you going to do?"

"boom!"

Fang Che punched him in the face, and Hong Er's crippled and fat body immediately flew out.

Then Fang Che flew up.

Bang bang bang...

One punch, one punch, one punch...

Hit Hong Er lame in the face.

While saying coldly: "I will beat anyone who comes to persuade you!"

After saying that, he started to calmly smash his fist into Hong Er's face.

Cripple Hong Er screamed and begged for mercy: "I'm wrong... I'm wrong... I'm... wrong..."

Fang Che punched dozens of times in a row.

There was no place to put my hands on my face.

So he stood up and raised his feet.

boom!

Kick Hong Er on the lame body, and then start kicking him one after another!

Not fatal.

Not disabled.

But every kick landed in the most painful place.

Cripple Hong Er's screams were earth-shattering.

Everyone pretended not to hear.

Firstly, everyone admired Fang Che for killing demons from the Demon Cult. Secondly, they had warned him in advance. Thirdly, the most important thing was... Hong Er, the fat man who was crippled, really had no popularity at all.

This guy has always used gangsterism as humor, vulgarity as capital, and obscenity as normality.

Don't make big mistakes, keep making small mistakes. Every day she teases the deaconess with various little touches, and she never tires of it. Treat this as a hobby.

There were even many people in the Deacon Hall who wanted to beat him with their own hands.

Seeing him get beaten now was a real pleasure.

Fang Che had a cold face and kicked him more than a hundred times.

The chief deacon had been here a long time ago, but he showed his head at the door and then retreated.

Cripple Hong Er groaned on the ground, unable to even crawl.

Fang Checai took out a snow-white handkerchief to wipe his hands and said calmly: "I don't like talking. I only like fists. As for you, if you want to say anything, you can say it later."

"If you move your mouth, I will do it."

Fang Che finished wiping his hands, threw the handkerchief on Hong Er's belly, and said coldly: "Wipe it yourself."

Turn around and leave.

Just returned to my seat.

When Fan Tiantiao got the news, he looked confused: "Fang Che, what are you doing!?"

Fang Che rolled his eyes and retorted directly: "If you hit someone, you just have to hit them. If you have the ability, why don't you fire me?!"

"!!!"

Fan Tiantiao's face suddenly turned purple.

Turn around and leave.

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