Chapter 15: The Plague of the Python in the World of Illusions

Chen Yang stretched out his head and looked out, isn't this the gang of thieves on the intercity bus.

It's too arrogant, this group of people is really lawless, they stuck to Chen Yang like a dog skin plaster, no wonder they have been feeling strange since they got out of the car just now, it turned out that they were being targeted.

I suddenly remembered that some time ago, there was a law popularization program on CCTV about the tragic story of a righteous and brave person who was retaliated against, although the perpetrator was finally severely punished by the law, but the family of the righteous and brave person was also completely destroyed.

Killing people and setting fire to the gold belt, building roads and bridges without bones, this world has not changed from ancient times to the present, and people's hearts are still the same.

The minds of this group of people are understanding, but revenge, revenge, naked revenge, venting their own happiness with the pain of others.

Chen Yang smiled indifferently, but his face was as ugly as a piece of black charcoal, and his sharp eyes seemed to have a glacier floating, and the cold was terrifying.

Picking up the hot cabbage buns in the small bamboo basket in front of him, Chen Yang took a bite and devoured it, and a child's fist-sized bun went down to his stomach. This is the cheapest meal in this century-old shop, and a cabbage bun costs only two and a half yuan, saving money.

This group of people didn't dare to do anything in public, after all, it was a big court, and everyone was in full view, but they only had a thousand days to be a thief, how could there be a thousand days to prevent thieves, and when they thought of being remembered, their whole body seemed to be overpowered, and they couldn't live in peace.

Today's work, today's end, never leave the aftermath until tomorrow.

Half an hour later, the two of them had eaten and drunk enough, Chen Yang found a star-rated business hotel to settle Xiao Mengmeng, and he was alone on the street, wandering aimlessly.

Look left, look again, Chen Yang's eyes are dizzying, and he has taken turns to browse through the shops, all kinds of goods, clothing, snacks, and department stores, which are dazzling, which makes his dirt bun an eye-opener.

Unconsciously, Chen Yang had long been far away from the central block, pedestrians had become sparse, the surrounding exquisiteness was also a little barren and dilapidated, and some cement bungalows gradually appeared in his eyes.

The gang pursued them like hungry beasts, and once they bit down on their prey, they would not let go until they swallowed the prey in front of them and turned it into a meal in their stomachs.

Extremely vindictive, psychologically fragile, unable to bear the slightest grievance, once hurt, immediately show fangs and sharp claws, attack frantically, and return color.

Such people do not dissolve in society, most of them have had inner trauma, and most of them have fallen to the bottom of society, complaining about others, and finally going to the road of breaking the law and committing crimes.

What way to go, Chen Yang doesn't care, but if it provokes himself, the horizontal and vertical is one word - hit.

Seeing that the surroundings were desolate, and the few pedestrians had disappeared, the group seemed to sense that the time was ripe, and with a swipe, a black van slid in front of Chen Yang, almost clinging to his clothes.

The car door was almost kicked open, and seven or eight big men in the shape of a biao came out, blocking Chen Yang here, all of them looked at Chen Yang with unkind faces, and looked at Chen Yang with a smile, and one of the scar-faced men jerked up a machete from behind his back, the blade was shiny, and the cold light was cold, and the situation was almost moving towards the worst outcome.

"The yellow-haired boy, after only eating a few bowls of dry rice, he dares to be an uncle, meddling in his affairs, and not leaving a finger today, this matter is not over." The scar-faced man dangled his machete, with a miserable smile on his face, disgusting and disgusting like maggots in a cesspool.

The other big men were silent, apparently in the same way, like a cat and a mouse, sometimes not for food, but just idle, playing with and torturing their prey. It's just a pastime.

Completely destroying a person's body and mind, such a drama is tantamount to the favorite of this group of people, who live in the darkness of society all the year round, and their psychology has long been distorted and perverted, and they cannot be regarded as ordinary people.

Depressed, extremely depressed, seven or eight strong men in a row, armed with machetes, sharp axes, and sticks, don't say anything, just look at you coldly, and the hint of a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth is so terrifying.

Foreplay is enough, and it's time for a good show to begin.

Chen Yang took a few steps back abruptly, breaking the deadlock with a playful expression and a flirtatious tone.

"Good dogs don't get in the way." A simple five words directly blew up this group of people, only to see their bellows-like undulating chests, red faces, angry eyes bubbling with flames, and the surrounding air was filled with a smell of gunpowder.

"Up!" The leader, with a large gold chain around his neck, spoke, viciously, like a demon in hell.

As soon as the words fell, those strong men rushed towards Chen Yang like bulldozers, wielding machetes, sharp axes, and sticks, screaming like ghosts and wolves.

But before he could take a step, it was as if he was blocked by a transparent wall, and he braked suddenly, and everyone stopped.

Unexpectedly, just now, it was menacing, imposing like a rainbow, like a vicious wolf and a tiger, somehow, his face changed drastically, and he stopped all of them, and screamed in horror from his mouth.

"Mom! Help me! ”

"Don't come, don't come......"

The sturdy men shook like chaff all over their bodies, their noses and tears splashed out, mixed into a mess, and some fell directly to the ground, muttering to themselves, not knowing what they were saying.

In fact, it's nothing, Chen Yang used Yuanchen's spiritual technique to construct an illusion world, and this group of big men is now falling into the movie screen of the reckless disaster.

Especially the leader, his body trembled like chaff, and a super python about ten meters long, as thick as a bucket, and covered with purple scales, appeared in front of him.

The thick purple scale armor shone with a bewitching light under the sunlight, and a pair of cold and ruthless red eyes made people's hearts tremble, shudder, and be full of despair.

Several others, too, were either swallowed by the python, or their limbs, heads, blood splattered, and their bodies shattered.

Countering violence with violence, countering evil with evil, the cycle of heaven, and retribution is unpleasant.

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