Tiangong Creation Beast

Chapter 794 Orange baht is wasted on you

"So, where do you start?" In other words, where do you show me your unwavering sincerity?

"How about we start with those saints and saints from the Temple of Light in Tiangong Continent?" Nie Chezhi smiled and took out the folding fan and opened it with a snap.

He was not the only person sent by Shengqi to Tiangong Continent, there were also many so-called brothers and sisters!

Nie Chezhi had known about the existence of those people for a long time, and even knew about those people's plot to attack him.

The reason why he did not take action was simply because he was too lazy to pay attention to those clowns. They were just a group of machines driven by the Holy Spirit and had lost their self.

Calculated based on Emperor Zun's lifespan, Shengqi is still too young. It is impossible for him to choose an heir to inherit everything at this time, nor is it possible for any of his descendants called sons and daughters to enjoy the lofty status in the Temple of Light.

Status and appeal.

Among these people who have the blood of Shengqi flowing through their veins, there have also been people with amazing talents. They have talent, character, charm, and are excellent leaders in any place.

Even in troubled times, these people can stand out from the adversity and leave a mark on the world.

But all those people died.

Died in various accidents, perhaps only a few sober people like Nie Chezhi in the whole palace understood that those people did not die in accidents, but died at the hands of their father to whom they were loyal.

Nie Chezhi didn't have much affection for those brothers and sisters, not to mention that those people were still plotting his life. If he killed them, he could only say that they were inferior in skills. There was nothing else to say.

"Please." Lu Qian stretched out her hand and pointed forward with a smile. Within the range of perception, a monk from the Temple of Light was approaching.

Nie Chezhi, who has been so reluctant to make a move, really needs to be pushed.

Anyway, since you want someone who can stand behind you and be as good as Emperor Zun, so what if I give it to you!

As long as you can really solve Shengqi, I won't lose this round!

Lu Qian watched Nie Che leap forward, the fighting aura stirred by the collision of power spread in ripples, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved in an evil and loose arc.

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A quarter of an hour ago.

"You don't know how to rob something when you're full?" Jiyue was condescending and rudely crushed the garbage on the ground several times. The crisp sound of broken bones sounded in the alley.

The thin young man lay on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He looked up at the fierce god in front of him and felt regret in his heart.

He shouldn't have provoked this force. The kindness and kindness of the other party made him feel lucky, and the temptation of the qualification letter made him take risks.

Everything turned into the final result - a young man lying here with no chance to survive, feeling that he would be killed.

"She's so thin, she doesn't even have a lot of flesh, and it's uncomfortable to step on!" She said she felt uncomfortable, and she rubbed her toes maliciously several times.

The elegant and noble aristocratic son showed good etiquette and showed the most ferocious expression, like some kind of bloody creature baring its fangs in the dark night.

Do you regret it?

Ding Le doesn't know.

But feeling the vitality that is constantly draining from his body, and knowing that his future destiny has all unfolded in front of him, there is still a complicated and unconcealable emotion permeating Ding Le's heart. After all, it is... not successful!

If he was given another chance, Ding Le didn't know whether he would attack the only person in the industry who showed him kindness. He just clenched the only orange baht in his left hand and accepted his destined ending.

The force of stepping on him weakened, one foot left his body, and all the power restraining him disappeared. Ding Le, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes and blinked in confusion, as if he didn't understand that he wanted to kill him before.

Why did my man stop suddenly?

"Coward." Jiyue's voice was sarcastic, and the Beast Creator didn't even try to fight to the death. It was really annoying to look at him!

Is Ding Le indifferent, a coward? He is.

That submissive look made Ji Yue furious. Where did the courage to attack him go?

With this kind of virtue, he hasn’t even said that he will take his life. What the hell is this look on his face when he quickly takes away this life and gives me a happy expression!

A qualification letter was thrown at Ding Le like discarded garbage. Jiyue was condescending and said with a bit of elegant arrogance: "It's just a qualification letter, what's there to grab!"

Ding Le was stunned, because of the qualification letter thrown in his face, and even more because of Ji Yue's abandoned attitude.

"you……"

"I want it, so what if I give you one." Ji Yue's eyes were cold, his voice was devoid of any emotion and there was no hint of friendliness, but he just threw the qualification letter that Ding Le longed for most toward Ding Le.

The foot stepped on Ding Le's left hand mercilessly, forcing the young man to let go of his left hand, and a bright orange baht rolled out.

He bent down to pick up the orange baht, stretched out his hand to wipe the dirt on the orange baht, and said in an elegant and noble manner: "I gave you the orange baht, it was a waste."

A trash who has no backbone to attack his own kind is no better than a piece of malicious paper made by those monks.

Ji Yue stood up, turned around and left without looking back.

Killing a member of his own race, such a member of the same race, is a dirty hand.

With the pride and willfulness of the Tiangong clan in his heart, Jiyue didn't even bother to attack an incompetent beast creator.

For this kind of guy, living is the biggest punishment for him.

Let’s live to see what kind of malice he has in giving up his conscience to grab something...

You have to walk the road you choose on your knees, right? Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the blood flowing in your body!

"Let's go."

Tian Qing, who was watching Jiyue not far away, was holding her daughter's hand. The cool and clean boy and the soft and well-behaved little girl seemed not to be surprised at all by Jiyue's actions.

Neither did he show timidity or fear towards Matsuetsu's fierceness that was different from his elegant posture, nor did he express any dissatisfaction or objection to Matsuetsu casually throwing out a qualification letter as trash.

Both Moyu and Nannan looked at the approaching Jiyue with calm faces.

Jiyue walked closer step by step, with an elegant and calm curve on his lips again. He stretched out his hand and brushed the hand that had touched the thin boy before, as if he wanted to brush away some disgusting dirt from it.

"I've kept you guys waiting for a long time." With a graceful bow, Jiyue returned to the main army, orange baht powder flying from his fingertips.

"Let's go." Tian Qing said these two words again, without expressing a single word of opinion on Jiyue's actions from beginning to end. Anyone who saw that completely conniving attitude would be envious.

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He turned around neatly, with the same lack of nostalgia. The people of this tribe were completely surprised.

"Thank you, thank you."

A faint timid voice sounded behind them.

(End of chapter)