Supreme Daddy

Ling Yun also wanted to drink. He looked at the room where Qian Qian slept, smiled slightly, and nodded seriously.

Then he whispered: "Shh! Don't be so loud!"

He quickly set up a soundproof array and then continued: "You are in luck today, this is my inventory!" After saying that, with a wave of his hand, a large jar of fairy brew appeared on the grass. Xin Zhao and the others rubbed their hands and licked their mouths. son.

The little puppy found out how many liters of blood he had vomited. Even if he had no share, this was the first time he saw his master being so generous.

"This smell is incredible. It's more than half a million years old?"

"Don't worry, you can all drink it, just drink it and run the technique!"

Ling Yun could see Long Xingtian's worry, fearing that this immortal brew would be too advanced and his body would not be able to bear it.

This fairy brew was a high-end product, but Ling Yun had done something to them, giving each of them a magical power to protect them from exploding.

Ye Fei has nothing to do with it. His skill is devouring. He can absorb any amount. This time he came to Blue Mercury and he has already reached the stage of transcending tribulation. He swallowed the spiritual energy pills like crazy.

Xin Zhao and Ye Fei both envied his set of skills, but they couldn't learn it. Ye Fei didn't explain it clearly, but Ling Yun knew that it was related to the artifact in his body, the artifact that could reincarnate Ye Fei and bring memories. He was very curious about it. !

Ling Yun was drinking quietly, and the four of them even started playing dice!

the other side

Ever since he got rid of the pursuit of the ancestor of the Zhao family, the Thousand-faced Man has been leisurely playing in Bafeng City, the ancient country of Fengyue. He is drinking at the moment.

The undead were looking for him based on his aura, but he didn't notice it yet.

"Hey, those idiots from the Zhao family can still ask the master of the Temple of War to come in person. I really don't know what they think of the Temple of War?" The Thousand-faced Man took a sip of wine and muttered to himself.

"Come here, bring me another bottle of wine."

"Wait a minute! Come right away!"

"Hiss? Why is it getting colder?" The Thousand-faced Man looked outside and saw that the weather had not changed much. It had changed that day, but it was not in Bafeng City.

Suddenly the lighting crystal in the store went out...

"Who is it? Get out!" Thousand-faced Man shouted loudly, feeling something staring at him.

After a while, everyone was looking at him. The whole place was silent. Others shook their heads and continued drinking. They even called the waiter to put on the lighting crystal. In the eyes of others, the Thousand-Faced Man was drunk. , what are you yelling about when you have nothing to do?

Qianmianlangjun also thought that he was too sensitive, and suddenly gave a wry smile.

When the waiter replaced the crystal again, it went out again.

This time Qian Mian Langjun immediately became vigilant. This time he had no doubts. He was coming for him and he just felt a little murderous intent.

"Who is it? Who is it? If you don't come out, I will chop you into pieces!"

"Well…"

Everyone, please stay away from the Thousand-Faced Man. He is a lunatic when he is drunk. Don’t get hurt.

"Jie Jie, it's been a long time since I played with the Immortal Emperor. Don't let me down."

A terrifying sound came from the rafters of the store.

"So... so scary!" A monk said as he patted his chest.

Brother B on the side looked up and immediately took a few steps back, overturning the table behind him, and then shouted: "Mom, what is this thing? I want to go home!" He didn't even look back after saying that. Yes, I fell several times along the way.

For a moment, everyone in the store except the Thousand-faced Man ran away, fearing that this ghost would suddenly attack them.

"You're just pretending to be a ghost, let's see how I deal with you."

"Jie Jie..."

"Shit... you are no match. I will run."

The Thousand-faced Man immediately drew his sword and slashed at it. He began to tremble. At the same time, he was secretly frightened. This ghost was actually so highly cultivated. Have you ever offended it? Or was it invited by its enemies?

While running, he thought, no, such a high strength shouldn't be impressed, but he couldn't remember anything to offend this ghost.

"Huhu, let's see how you find me this time, haha, I am so smart!"

The Man with a Thousand Faces turned into an ordinary person on the street where people were coming and going. His breath had changed, and even his breathing became normal.

"Jie Jie, what a piece of garbage..."

The voice of the undead was right across from the Man with a Thousand Faces. He was so frightened that his face immediately turned pale. He had two thoughts in his mind: the first was to run...the second was to run. If he didn't run, it would really be over.

How was it discovered? The Thousand-Faced Man had never tried this before, so his face turned pale.

"Jie Jie, huh? My king wants you to die, and I want to tease you!"

The undead thought of something and appeared in front of the Thousand-Faced Man again.

"What is my king? I don't know you. You've got the wrong person. Go away."

The Thousand-faced Man shouted and started to chop randomly. Waves of sword energy destroyed the entire street. The city guards were unable to do anything. They were reporting to the city lord. Many innocent people were hurt. This madman.

"Damn it, what the hell is this? It's so scary." A guard said tremblingly.

"Go, go... it's none of our business."

Angrily, all the city guards who came to capture the Thousand-faced Man ran away.

The Thousand-Faced Man was left alone in the street to face the undead, but the undead stopped talking and just stared at him, making him unable to run away and becoming frightened.

Throwing away a talisman, the Thousand-Faced Man shattered the void and ran away, and the undead smiled, arrogantly.

"Damn it, finally got rid of it, damn today!" Thousand-faced Man cursed fiercely.

But when he looked up, sweat broke out on his face again, and he knew what despair meant. He was now like, who can tell him, how did this ghost find him? He used three Shattering Void Charms, and even tore apart the space once, changing places in total.

"hehe"

"All my skills are useless. I am destined to be unable to escape."

The Thousand-faced Man smiled bitterly and let the sickle slash towards him, not even fighting back.

"puff…"

"Haha, it fucking hurts! Is this blood? It hasn't been shed for a long time." Qianmianlangjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself.

Then he looked at the undead and said, "Can you answer the next question before you die?"

"Jie Jie"

"Who have I offended?"

"My king!"

"Who is he?" The Thousand-Faced Man couldn't imagine. This ghost still has a king? If he wasn't even more powerful, he would feel weak just thinking about it. Why on earth was he so mad that he could offend them?

"I...I didn't offend your king!" Thousand-faced Man trembled. He was still thinking of taking a final gamble. What if it really admitted its mistake?

"Jiejie...come with me!"

The undead held the sickle in his hand and lightly scratched it in the air, and a hole suddenly appeared, which led to the world of the undead.

They had already planned to leave the Thousand-Faced Man inside, half-dead, then destroy his cultivation and let him wait for death in the world of the dead.