Why are you killing me?!

Chen Ping'an staggered backwards, his index finger and middle finger separated, pressing the position of the wound, his face was blue and purple, and he was black.

His eyes were red and he stared at Qin Lang, and when he came to the end, he didn't doubt Qin Lang's identity.

You can't blame him for being too stupid, but the person in front of him is exactly the same as his master, whether it is body shape and words, or some mantras.

Even some details of life have not changed.

Tianjizi has been in the mountains for most of his life, and besides him, who else knows these little habits?!

Qin Lang sighed and shook his head, silly boy, you can only be blamed for being too simple.

It's too rare, old man, I've been looking for it for decades before I can find you.

If I don't kill you after cultivating you for so many years, if I don't draw out your blood to refine the Pure Yang Pill, how many more years can I, an old bone, live?

Qin Lang was bitter on the surface, but in his heart, he gave a thumbs up and praised the advanced disguise technique.

Cow Pie!

Remember http://m for a second.

It's all in this situation, and Chen Ping'an doesn't doubt his identity?

There are no flaws!

After thinking about it repeatedly, Qin Lang still made a decision.

Instead of jumping out directly and shouting in front of Chen Ping'an that Lao Tzu is Qin Lang, didn't you want to kill me just now? Now Lao Tzu has stabbed you, Balabala.

It's better to continue to pretend to be a heavenly machine and give Chen Ping'an another fatal blow!

Chen Ping'an, the son of luck, has his luck value dropped by 1,000 points, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Mandate of Heaven villain value +20,000!

Chen Ping'an was shocked, and the blackness on his face became more and more diffuse.

His luck was reversed, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

I can die, and you can use my blood to refine the Pure Yang Pill as much as you like, but, you have to help me kill someone, kill a guy named Qin Lang!

Chen Ping'an's face turned hideous, even if he died, I wouldn't let him have a good time, I wanted his family to be ruined, I wanted him to live forever, and he would have to survive in pain in severe torture!

Kill, kill you Malegobi!

Qin Lang stepped forward, tugging at Chen Ping'an's hair, stabbing the knife with a snort.

In the process, Chen Ping'an wanted to resist, but in his heyday, he was not Qin Lang's opponent, let alone the current state of being seriously injured and dying?

Within a few seconds, Chen Ping'an's heart was full of penetrating injuries that were bleeding outward.

Dead old man, you are so poisonous!

The corners of Chen Ping'an's mouth were bloodshot, and he fell straight to the back.

Before he died, he didn't think that he was just asking the dead old man to help him kill someone, but not only did he not get a reply.

Instead, he was stabbed eighteen times in three seconds?!

Dead nest!

The blood-colored mandala dragged the seriously injured body forward and glanced over Chen Ping'an's wide-eyed corpse.

Looking at Qin Lang who was looking at the corpse, he said strangely, what are you staring at him for?

Not to mention people, even if a cow is here, most of them will be dead.

Qin Lang ignored it, took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured it towards the wound of Chen Ping'an's corpse.

Woo, Woo!

A puff of white smoke rose up, followed by white bubbles on top of the corpse, and its flesh was melting at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Looking at this scene, the bloody mandala was extremely surprised, are you a killer or am I a killer? How do you feel that you are more professional than me? You can even use this high-grade chemical to dispose of corpses?

Can you stop beeping on the side? Annoyed, do you know that the dead are the greatest, and you should give them enough respect?

Qin Lang turned around, rolled his eyes angrily, and slammed the blood-colored mandala, seeing that Chen Ping'an's body was reduced to a pool of blood and water, blending into the soil, leaving only a set of tattered clothes.

He pulled out another bottle, poured the liquid into it, and then struck a match and threw it on top of it.

Rub and go!

Immediately, a raging flame burned, and Qin Lang, who was standing not far away, was reflected with a layer of red on his face.

This is not the end, as the second time to solve the son of luck, compared to the last time, Qin Lang is much more familiar and professional.

I took out another tape recorder and turned it on.

Suddenly, the sound of passionate music burst out from inside.

Boom!buzz~~

Knock, knock knock ~ knock ~ knock!

The sound of the music gradually became high, as if a black conductor with a cane and a black round hat was directing.

Knock Knock Knock ~ Knock ~ Knock!

Airplanes~

Knock knock ~ knock knock!

What kind of music is this? Why does it sound weird? The blood-colored mandala didn't care about the serious injuries on his body, and in the sound of the music, he felt a little chill all over his body.

Rare and strange!" Qin Lang snorted coldly.

As a qualified villain!

Killing people is no longer enough to show his professionalism, and it must be behind this one-stop service, plus the additional gift service of transcendence.

Treat Chen Ping'an as a son of luck who wants to kill himself, and the extra super service is of good quality, but it can't be too high-end, such as the song Hundred Birds and Chaofeng, Chen Ping'an is not worthy of it!

"The Black Man Carrying the Coffin" couldn't be more suitable.

Brother Hei smiled, life and death are unpredictable, as soon as the coffin is lifted, the world is in vain

The coffin is lifted, the soil is buried, and one person and one sentence are good.

Bye!

Qin Lang kicked the soil and extinguished the last trace of sparks.

Since then, Chen Ping'an, the son of luck, has completely dissipated from this world into a wisp of green smoke.

God and Shinto are just killing people, is it necessary to toss so many things? The blood-colored mandala rolled her charming eyes, making her pale face have an extra temptation.

She stared at Qin Lang's Tang costume strangely, do you have a secret compartment in this dress? How can you put anything?

Shhh, don't talk yet, let me remember quietly, although I promised to help you kill Chen Ping'an, but after all, this is a human life, I don't want to go in my heart, let me be quiet for a while, let me slow down.

Qin Lang stretched out his hand to block the mouth of the blood-colored mandala, closed his eyes, and was feeling and waiting.

His face was a little tangled, and he was a little anxious.

It's as if it's really as he says, and he doesn't want to go.

Could it be that he really has a knot in his heart?

The blood-colored mandala was deceived by Qin Lang's expression, and a trace of emotion just rose in his heart, and before he could ferment, he saw a smile on Qin Lang's face with his eyes closed.

Ding! The host killed Chen Ping'an, the son of luck, and congratulated the host on obtaining the pure yang body!