Daoming knew that the mysterious man was extremely resentful, and he returned to the mountain villa to prepare for death. The first day of the incomparably tormenting days has passed, and now it is the second day, and I guess that the mysterious man should do it. Sitting on the sofa, his expression was a little peaceful, and he was fully prepared for death.

From the torment of the morning to the afternoon, the mysterious mysterious man did not appear. TD really can't guess the mind of the mysterious man, so why don't he take the slightest action against himself now?

What the mysterious man thinks now, he must put Sha Seng to death, and let Daoming watch him die, in order to solve the hatred in his heart that has been so unkind and unrighteous because of his momentary kindness.

The mysterious people don't take action against TD now, so they naturally have a plan, and this time they won't stop if they don't see TD go crazy.

Daoming, who was sitting peacefully on the sofa, closed his eyes before opening his eyes, glanced at the blue sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and wondered why the mysterious man hadn't appeared yet, didn't he plan to kill himself?

That's right, the mystery man isn't going to kill you anymore. What he wants to kill is the person you have the best relationship with, kill all the people around you, and let you die in pain, and you can't survive or die!

The mysterious man really regretted letting go of Sha Seng because of his soft-heartedness, and let go of Sha Seng for a while, and never thought that Daoming would be ungrateful and stab his lair and let the police go in to find out.

Speaking of the haunted house, after the news was broadcast, it caused a sensation in the entire Huaxia country, and I didn't expect that there were people living in the famous haunted house unknowingly. Therefore, to be honest, it is impossible for the mysterious man to return to live in the haunted house in the future, and it is impossible to rely on the tombstone to accompany his father. Full of anger, he was even more furious when he thought that the sand monk had returned to the heavenly realm.

How the mysterious man is angry, Daoming will not think about it, and he will not want to know. When Daoming told the heavens about the canteen in the lake, he wanted to tell the strange water in the canteen in the lake, but he didn't say it after all. The Jade Emperor was obsessed with the strange lake, there were once immortals who died here, and now the fairy Zhu Bajie also died here, and he is still tight-lipped, and the reason why he doesn't say it is simply unbelievable, that is, he doesn't want to destroy the lake of outstanding people in the world, which is comparable to the lake of gods in the heavenly realm.

Dominion stood up, as if having guessed that the mysterious man would not do anything to him, and slowly walked back to the room.

Suddenly, the angry voice of the mysterious man came from all directions in the whole room, and he said angrily: "You are so unjust, I will kill all the immortals around you who are important to you!" "Who is unrighteous in the end, it is generally clear and clear in black and white on paper, the unrighteousness and cruelty of the mysterious man is based on a little mercy, but this is just his idea, in the eyes of all outsiders, Daoming also thinks that the mysterious man is unexpectedly ruthless and vicious.

Daoming suddenly shuddered, and his whole body trembled, as if he had been shocked by electricity, but he didn't speak, as if waiting for good news was ridiculous.

In the face of Daoming, who was as silent as gold, the mysterious man's anger rose, and he watched Daoming from a distance as a fire burning in his body, so angry that he even had the idea of killing Daoming immediately, but he didn't do it, he couldn't let Daoming die comfortably because of a moment of anger, what he wanted was that he might not live or die to relieve the hatred in his heart. The mysterious man who gritted his teeth spit out words like fire: "Your death can no longer relieve the hatred in my heart, I want you to witness the tragic death of everyone around you, so that you can understand the pain of my father's tragic death!" ”

Daoming, who didn't want to speak, raised his head and looked out the window, where there were no clouds, the sun was shining, and the sky was clear, which was in stark contrast to the fiery anger of the mysterious man.

Daoming turned a deaf ear, quietly walked to the spacious bed and fell asleep, for Zhu Bajie's death, heartache was inevitable. But what can you do, in the face of an extremely tough opponent, you are not qualified to lick his toes yourself.

In order to torture Daoming, the mysterious man must not let him sleep peacefully. When he woke up from a daydream, he realized that he had an extremely evil nightmare, and after waking up, he realized that the sand monk was safe and sound, and it was just a nightmare of false alarm!

The mental torment is more uncomfortable than a qiē, and it is not the first time that Daoming has experienced the death of the master, he once had no love in his life, and then he had to avenge the master no matter what. Now, the death of the second junior brother hit him hard again, and his death seemed to be made by his tentacles. The death of the master and the second junior brother is absolutely inseparable from Daoming, if he had persuaded the Jade Emperor at the beginning, the god of death would not have died so miserably.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret? If you don't collude with aliens and eat inside and outside, will it end up like this? It's all self-inflicted!

The past is involved, the mother-in-law says that the mother-in-law is reasonable, and the public says that the public is reasonable. It is as if the death of the Grim Reaper is a heinous case, involving countless people, and those who are involved are miserable.

Daoming, who woke up from the dream, was sweating profusely, his hands were pressed against the bed, he was stunned, his face was much haggard, and he did not have the spirit of the past life. The death of the master has made him a different person, and the death of the second junior brother is undoubtedly a double blow, so it is no wonder that he is not haggard and sad!

Sweating profusely, Daoming wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his hand, and did not take a nap again, but came out to sit on the sofa and watch TV listlessly. Watching TV, but wandering around, thinking about how to one day break through the superpower.

Breakthrough superpowers? Ridiculous, right? Will the mystery man still give you a chance? The more you are eager to cultivate, the more the mysterious man will torture you, and now the mysterious man's idea is to torture Daoming into madness, even if he does, he will not stop, and he will not stop if he lives rather than die.

Dao Ming knew that it was unrealistic for him to become a superpower, but if he didn't put in the effort to do so, the future master's hatred was far away. I didn't care about the colorful reports on the canteen in the lake on TV, but I just quietly thought about my own business.

Daoming realized that during the time that the mysterious man had been on Earth, the Three Realms of Humans, Gods and Demons had been faintly chaotic.

In the face of this, Daoming was even more helpless, in so many gods, it was he who was completely out of his body.

With one hand on his head, Daoming's eyes drooped, and his head slowed down, only to realize that he was so sleepy, and he hadn't slept soundly for nearly two days. His haggard appearance had made him a different person, and his whole body was tired and tired of it. Thinking about it, he was extremely sleepy, lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, not daring to fall asleep, not knowing how terrifying the next daydream would be.

Sleepiness spread all over the body, and it was obviously impossible to close your eyes and recuperate, so I finally fell asleep in a daze.

The mysterious man pinched the sand monk, as if the sand monk had no power to restrain the chicken, and let others slaughter him. The mysterious man threw him in mid-air, and then ten thousand arrows pierced his heart. The sand monk screamed in pain that pierced the sky.

Dao Ming, who was like a wooden man, stood motionless on the side, watching the sand monk let the mysterious man slaughter him.

The mysterious man smiled at Daoming and said, "The best is yet to come!" ”

The mysterious man kicked it, as if the sand monk was a ball kicked into the air by the mysterious man. Spun around a few times, the mysterious man appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, snapping his fingers. I saw that he did not see his danger appear, and first heard the bitter cry of the sand monk that life was worse than death, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the blood spit out by the sand monk sprayed like a mist.

Daoming, who was motionless on the ground, couldn't speak, couldn't grit his teeth, and could only watch every scene in front of him with tears streaming down his face, and it was impossible to even blink an eye.

Sha Seng soon lay on the ground convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and his body trembled.

Daoming's mouth moved, but he couldn't say a word.

The mysterious man's hand slowed slightly, and a green sword appeared in his hand, and a sword stabbed down, as fast as lightning, and the form was aggressive.

Unable to help himself, Daoming woke up from the dream, it was not one of the few daydreams, and he didn't know how many daydreams he had.

Daoming, who got up and bowed his waist, was sweating profusely, looking extremely haggard, and his heart was tired to a certain extent.

After thinking about it, Daoming stepped out of the balcony to bask in the bright sun, squinted into the dazzling sun, closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes, and what he saw was black. But this is not as uncomfortable as the exhaustion of the heart.

Daoming, who was in a trance, then looked at the mountains and mountains, where he was in Panyu, an excellent fairyland on earth, but what could he do, in the face of the layers of torture by mysterious people, he was no longer a god, and even the most basic human appearance disappeared. After walking a few steps slowly, I found that my feet were weak, as if I was powerless and just struggling to support my body.

Unable to stand anymore, and unable to stand, TD had to go back to the couch and sit.

The TV is still tirelessly broadcasting the big event in the canteen in the lake, this incident is very sensational, Huaxia Guo is extremely concerned about this matter, the police everywhere are very vigilant about the person who caused the accident, and the whole process is arrested, and there are no clues It looks like this, as if the needle is going to dig three feet into the ground and dig him out.

Watching the news, the irritable Daoming couldn't bear it after all, turned off the TV, and didn't bother to pay attention to the ethereal news. Even if the whole city is on guard, the police can't arrest a mysterious person who is proficient in everything, and trying to arrest him is even more inconceivable than the Arabian Nights.

With his head swinging up and down, Dao Ming's tired eyes looked ahead, as if it was even more funny to turn off the TV, so he had to turn on the TV. Let the news of the canteen in the lake jump in front of your eyes, and the sound spreads in front of your eyes. No matter how wonderful the news is, no matter how colorful it is, it seems empty and boring in front of TD's eyes at this moment.

Then he leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes, which he kept calling to close.

When I fell asleep, daydreams swept over, and I jumped out of the dream endlessly, from the frightened heartbreak. Daoming was already afraid of what was in front of him, especially like the torment of a real dream.

The spirit has become trance, and TD has nothing to do, and wanting to sleep peacefully is an incomparably luxurious luxury that cannot be had. Looking at the qiē in front of him, it seems that all qiē is ethereal, quite unreal, and seems to be more terrifying than a dream. I blinked my eyes and rubbed my eyes, only to feel that there was a real existence in front of me.

As if this qiē is self-inflicted and cannot live, Dao Ming already knows that he is suffering at this moment, and maybe no matter how deep the pain is, it becomes irrelevant! Like a dream in front of reality, true and false, false and true, it is difficult to distinguish! It can be seen how bad TD's mental state is at this time.