Hearing Chi Ang's refusal, Bian Zeyuan didn't care.

He had already given in again and again, and he couldn't always put Chi Gao first in everything, he thought, just try to be fair.

It's just that nowadays it's not just "as fair" as possible, it's just one-sided.

Maybe he could barely maintain his balance before, Bian Zeyuan cut off one of his arms and chopped off another leg, which instantly made the scales lift.

And in the face of this "fairness", Chi Ang has no opinion at all.

He is not like Bian Zeyuan, he will be embarrassed to take advantage.

"So be it." He said this pityingly, otherwise, Bian Zeyuan would have to back down sooner or later.

Chi Ang couldn't stand it.

He wasn't guilty or embarrassed, he just felt troublesome.

Of course troublesome.

Originally, it only took one move to kill, and it had to be delayed.

In Chi Ang's view, this is Bian Zeyuan's alternative way to prolong his own life.

Maybe Bian Zeyuan has other self-confidence, but in Chi Ang's eyes, there is only one end for him.

Maybe this will be the only one who can't die peacefully in his dreams tonight.

Chi Ang couldn't wait, he couldn't wait to make his transformation gaze a little more.

Although he can't go out for a walk during the day, as long as he absorbs his soul and slowly nourishes his body, he will definitely be able to step out of here.

The way of ghost cultivation is also divided into good and evil.

Chi Ang has no one to guide him, so he naturally chooses the most convenient way.

As for other people's deaths and becoming things for him to chew, Chi Ang only felt ...... I can't help it! It was a sacrifice that had to be made in order for him to gain the body of his gaze.

Although it is said that if someone can willingly give their body. Give him a body to live in for a while, and he can go out and walk.

However, it is not his own body. After all, I don't get used to it.

Chi Ang tried it once, but in the end he didn't think it was suitable, so he gave up that method.

He still decided to use this method to cultivate, and when he cultivated the ghost body, whether he turned into a person or sneaked in, he only liked it. That's what Chi Ang wants. A life of freedom and ease.

Freedom in every sense of the word.

When Chi Ang recalled that he was still alive, the life of being free and going wherever he wanted. At this moment, when he saw Bian Zeyuan, he became more and more envious and jealous.

Bian Zeyuan has a life that is beyond his reach, but how can he be willing to be bound for the rest of his life?

Just because he was burned to death in this Mangsyun Inn, his soul. It's like being tortured. Can't leave.

He sees people coming and going every day, and those people go wherever they want, unlike him.

Chi Ang just wanted to be that kind of person, and as for what he would be like at that time, he didn't care.

The obstacles that prevent him from becoming that kind of person must be removed.

Bian Zeyuan's fairness and fighting spirit are all unimportant jokes for Chi Ang.

Cut off an arm. Chopped off a leg, so what?

He won't be soft-hearted. If he didn't seize this opportunity, he would have wasted all his hard work.

So when Bian Zeyuan swung his sword again, he suddenly felt that his chest was empty, as if something was missing.

Next, he looked down and saw Chi Ang's face close at hand.

"Chi Ang?" Bian Zeyuan froze.

He saw Chi Ang's hand in his chest, and when he took it out, he was still holding a bright red heart.

The heart is extremely fresh, dripping with blood, and it is still hot......

Without the protection of the black dog's blood, he is not Chi Ang's enemy.

He was not Chi Ang's enemy.

…… I shouldn't have been here. But Bian Zeyuan regretted it, it was too late.

"Bang!"

Bian Zeyuan fell to the ground silently, his body stiffened, and blood flowed all over the ground.

He didn't blink an eye.

"Bang!"

A soft heart was thrown beside Bian Zeyuan.

Chi Ang didn't eat his heart, he raised his head and took a hard breath, as soon as Bian Zeyuan's soul broke away, the light blue light and shadow were swallowed by Chi Ang - he ate his soul.

From now on, in the next life, in the next life, there will be no more Bian Zeyuan.

Chi Ang was not satisfied with just eating a soul of Bian Zeyuan, this was like an appetizer, tasting a bite would not fill his stomach and would only make him appetite.

Chi Ang immediately rushed to the second floor.

Everyone on the second floor seemed to be stunned, and even if Chi Ang did not restrain his footsteps, it did not wake anyone.

All of them fell asleep quietly in their dreams, were sucked out of their souls in their dreams, and died silently in their dreams.

That's why they died without blood and without a plea for help.

Yun Zhongda finally knew what was going on, he thought that these people were scared to death in a dream, but it turned out that they weren't.

It was eaten soul, and since then it has been wiped out and never exists again.

Yun Zhongda followed Chi Ang's swift footsteps, and he went downstairs again and went to the backyard.

There are so many guys in the backyard, and Chi Ang didn't miss any of them.

One by one, the most fresh souls were devoured by Chi Ang, and they did not struggle, nor did they suffer, because they did not feel at all.

It's not a happy death, because, after all, it's a death.

They pass away without feeling, and they are also completely erased without feeling.

From now on, in the next life, in the next life, even if a soul is reborn, there will be no more people who are consistent with them.

Yun Zhongda watched all this quietly, he did not redeem it, because it was impossible to recover.

This is something that has already happened, and he, from beginning to end, was just a bystander, he watched it all, but could not comment.

He wants to intervene, but he is not qualified.

It's about seeing the past, but not changing the past.

I'm afraid the only one who can meddle in the long river of time is God, right?

Anyway, it's not Yun Zhongda.

Even if all this was not a comfortable picture, Yun Zhongda could only watch quietly.

No one woke up.

No, it's not.

Maybe there's one.

Yun Zhongda followed Chi Ang to Luo Langqi's room, where the doors and windows were closed and could not be pushed open.

It turned out that Luo Langqi hadn't forgotten to lock the door when he was sleeping.

Chi Ang didn't care, he gently swiped the door with his finger, and the door opened easily.

Behind the door was Luo Langqi, who did not continue to sleep, but sat on the edge of the bed.

Luo Langqi asked Chi Ang: "Is he dead?" ”

He didn't even have to remind Chi Ang who "he" was.

Chi Ang smiled: "I knew he was called by you." ”

"You're not sure, are you?" Luo Langqi also smiled, "But it's okay for me to tell you now." ”

Chi Ang said: "You are the fifty-fourth. ”

"Yes." There was no trace of fear in Luo Langqi's eyes.

He was sober, but it didn't seem to be talking about his impending death.

He asked, "The first fifty-three, are they gone?" ”

"It's all gone." Chi Ang said, "If you leave that person behind, maybe you don't have to die, do you regret it?" ”

When he said these words, he naturally tried to find some unusual emotions in Luo Langqi's eyes. (To be continued......)