My Binocular Mutation: The Digitization Of Everything!

The leader of the guard was standing in front of Xiao Qiang at this time.

But the difference is that his head turned 180 degrees.

Xiao Qiang was forced to break from the front to the back.

In fact, it seems so to outsiders.

This kind of neck rupture of 180 degrees can directly break the brain vertebrae and kill them instantly.

It is an extremely common vicious killer move.

But Ye Jun saw it clearly.

Xiao Qiang moved too fast just now, so outsiders can see clearly.

Xiao Qiang broke the man's head three hundred and sixty degrees on the left and three hundred and sixty degrees on the right, and then pushed him behind him.

Do not play with dolls like this.

This is not Xiao Qiang's cruelty, but the presence of Sun Anming, no less than such a dead hand, it is possible that a man with a broken neck of 180 degrees may survive.

Only in this way can people die and die.

"Damn it, come brothers! Revenge the leader!"

"Go on, kill them!"

"You can't escape death today. Those who dare to move our Sun family will definitely make you hard to die!"

Everyone was about to swarm up.

Xiao Qiang was not panicked, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

And Ye Jun didn't even open his eyes, still closing his eyes and resting.

He just kicked away the frightened Yuumi leaning on his leg.

Sorry, Ye Jun, who was a cute cat before, still thinks it should be.

Now turning into a uglier cat, Ye Jun even more accepts incompetence.

As for these guards?

What is the difference between their existence and the dead?

"stop!"

At this time Sun Anming spoke!

As soon as he spoke, the audience was quiet!

The guards who wanted to besiege all looked at each other, their faces full of resentment.

"Old ancestors!"

Someone wants to distinguish two sentences.

"Get down."

The boy in white still has a calm tone.

Hearing this, the guard who had stayed at Sun's house had already retired honestly.

This old ancestor is not a light-hearted person.

His family motto in the Sun's family is still hung in the ancestral hall.

Even if the group of people carried out reforms, they only dared to violate the yang and the yin, and categorically did not dare to destroy the family precepts.

"Old ancestor, what do you mean? This person killed our leader. Our Sun family has never suffered such a loss. It will only make people laugh at jokes."

It was a young man who said this, but he was in his early twenties.

He is a direct descendant of the reformist of the Sun family, and his people have some say in the family.

When Sun Anming retired, he was still a baby boy.

This is the disadvantage of young people, as long as he was four or five years old at that time, he should remember the horror of Sun Anming.

Hearing his words, the old man on the side stopped him again and again.

At the same time, kneeling towards Sun Anming and said: "Please let the ancestor spare this kid's life. He dashed against the ancestor when he was young.

"I'm right, you don't have to kneel, uncle, those broken rules, our Sun family has long gone!"

"Shut up, Niezha! Kneel down!"

"Okay, very good."

Sun Anming sneered, waved his palm, and looked at it again. The young man who had just spoken out had his eyes wide open, and in the middle of his head, a three-inch slender silver needle pierced straight into it.

A young life just disappeared.

At this time, Sun Anming was holding a silver needle in his hand, and coldly looked at the middle-aged man who had just pleaded for the young man.

"Tell me, which one of the house rules did he commit just now?"

The middle-aged man trembled all over, knelt and buried his head tightly, and said tremblingly:

"What he committed is, the first rule of the Sun family, the crime of disrespect to the ancestors, he deserves death for crimes!"

Sun Anming slightly nodded and said: "Very well, then you can tell me again, which one did you commit?"

The middle-aged man, who fell on his knees, was already crying in his voice at this time: "I have violated Sun's house rules, Article 32, to cover up the person who committed disrespect, and to talk about the crime... be a tongue-twist."

"Oh, it's hard for you. I still remember the family motto. I don't have to hang my tongue if I miss your heart. That's because I sealed your dumb acupuncture point."

With that, Sun Anming waved the silver needle.

It pierced the middle-aged man's throat straight, and the middle-aged man couldn't make any sound immediately.

Sun Anming shot, he has no possibility of speaking in his life.

But his expression was full of ecstasy, and he thought he would be punished. He didn't expect that the ancestor's action was just to seal his dumb acupuncture point.

He buckled his head madly, thanking his ancestors for his kindness.

Sun Anming ignored these vulgar objects and went straight to Xiao Qiang.

...

"Tsk tusk tusk, this old monster is such a cruel man."

Ye Jun was bored at this moment and was chatting with You Mi.

No way, only him and this magic cat can use mental power here.

"Is it ruthless? So normal, far worse than you."

In Yumi's eyes, killing a few people in this way is not a big deal at all.

It also cannot understand why human beings have so many rules.

This old monster clearly has the ability to kill this group of people.

However, he found some inexplicable reasons and killed one or two. It would be considered cruel to kill them all.

And this old monster was compared with Ye Jun, who was about to feed himself steamed buns.

Ye Jun is more like a ruthless devil.

Ye Jun felt that he was uncomfortable chatting with this idiot, and kicked away Yumi who was about to lean over.

Ye Jun had already seen what happened just now.

This old monster is an out-and-out feudal ruling class.

Judging from the family motto he set down, it looks a lot like the laws and regulations made by the ancient emperors.

Everything serves the imperial power.

And this Sun Anming put it more bluntly, he is the emperor of the Sun family.

Every movement is the death penalty, the tragic torture of tongue hanging.

No wonder the Sun family are so afraid of him.

Maybe, there are still opportunities to take advantage of this.

Ye Jun pondered for a while, and then figured out the human nature of Sun Anming.

Haughty, arrogant, but powerful, old man with remnants of feudalism, oh no, young man.

Looking at Sun Anming's appearance as a boy in white clothes, it really makes it difficult to bring him in. He is already a 259-year-old monster.

At this time, Sun Anming was five steps away from Xiao Qiang.

"You Long's shocking step is a plus. You are a longevity teacher."

Sun Anming calmly said the origins of Xiao Qiang.

Xiao Qiang was recognized for his origins, and he was not embarrassed, and said frankly, "Hehe, the old man is so insightful as a torch, I am the heir of the Longevity Sect, the 378th generation disciple, Xiao Qiang."

Sun Anming sighed lightly: "The 378th generation of Changshengjiao has been taught. You have been teaching to avoid the world for many years. I only have a little friendship with the 371st generation head of you, but unfortunately I can't see my old friend."

Hearing this emotion, Xiao Qiang's heart was sweating.

The head of the three hundred and seventy-one generations was an old antique from more than a hundred years ago, and he didn't even remember his name.

This old monster actually has friendship with the Patriarch.

This is to rely on the old to sell the old.

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