"I don't know if I'm alive or dead." Yi smiled coldly, a layer of cold aura floated on his face, he looked at Yun Ting, there was an emotion breeding in his heart, that was killing intent, not only the killing intent that could not be suppressed, but also the endless anger that spread in his limbs and bones.

Originally, **** Yi was very dissatisfied when he saw Yun Ting for the first time, a little stranger can be on an equal footing with him? Join the great plan of Tai Ping Dao? Yi felt that Yun Ting was unworthy, but if he opened his horn, it was the decree, and he could not resist and refute doubts, so he suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

But to his surprise, what made **** Yi really murderous was that this stranger actually killed a related person in Luoyang, which is unforgivable!

"Don't know how to live?" Yun Ting snorted coldly, lifted Erlang's legs, leaned on his back, and stared at **** Yi with an almost indifferent and transcendent gaze. This kind of gaze is relative to the eyes of God, looking at a small ant, and it is so contemptuous that it is equivalent to ignorance. With such a gaze, anyone who is watched will have a surge of anger in his heart. What's more, in the eyes of **** righteousness, he is a god, and under the clouds, he is at most an ant that can jump.

The fire in Yixin's head was burning, but he didn't move, sitting quietly, letting Yunting's gaze sweep around him recklessly, exuding contempt unscrupulously.

"It's strange, I'm strange, obviously a month ago, you were still a stranger, but now, I have a part of my memory, you are a person with a name, a surname and a origin." Yi smiled slightly, his fingers touching the small wound in the corner of his forehead, and his fingertips glowed faintly green.

In just a moment, the wound healed with a very fast degree visible to the naked eye, and even the traces of blood had disappeared without a trace, and now **** Yi looked, except for the hair that was messy a little, everything else was exactly the same as before, as if Yun Ting had not used the wooden box of mission items that looked extremely precious and had extremely light lethality.

Now the wooden box is on Yun Ting's lap, and there is still blood left in a sharp corner, which is also the only trace that can prove that **** Yi has been injured, but it doesn't matter much, because the small injury of **** Yi has also recovered, and Yun Ting started to smash people, and he took it when he got up, but it was just a move when he was angry, and it was a kind of pretending to be forced at a deep level.

This has nothing to do with the overall situation, in the eyes of Yun Ting, **** Yi is already a dead man, in the eyes of **** Yi, Yun Ting is a villain, a very small person in all aspects.

"I'll talk about it again." Yi's fingers swept across the corners of his forehead, stayed in mid-air, and finally pointed at Yun Ting, and he said slowly and forcefully, "Now, if you die, then you are really dead!" Now, do you still want to find death? ”

These people in the Three Kingdoms period, or the data virtual real humans created by supercomputer simulation, their wisdom, Yun Ting has never underestimated, the same people, but one is in the game, one can be outside the game or in the game, there is no difference.

Don't mistreat these people as human beings, then you are not far from being human.

Players can get information from the aborigines, and the aborigines can also do it, so this doesn't need to be strange, and Yun Ting has no accidents, if **** Yi is really a so-called np who only knows the so-called NP of the Common Era who sends tasks, then what else do you need to calculate?

"But... As long as you quit and don't enter the Taiping Road again, I won't kill you!" As soon as the wind of **** righteous words changed, he actually discussed with Yun Ting, and there was a regression, which meant to let him go.

Yun Ting sneered, looked at **** Yi with fixed eyes, and said softly: "It's not impossible, it's just late, your design almost killed me three times, so one more time, it's okay." I didn't die three times, so this fourth time should not be able to die. ”

"Do you know how I see it? It was strange and confusing, but if you think about it, you know. You, **** Yi, he, Ma Fan, must be related by blood! And it's not an ordinary blood relationship, but a close relative, you, it's his brother! ”

"Moreover, I am very curious, why did they kill only me, and at the time of the uprising, Han Ting did not know, so he would lose so many cities in a few indirect ways." Yun Ting paused, feeling that his throat was slightly dry, but when he looked around, he didn't even see half a cup or a little tea.

Sighing and swallowing his saliva, Yun Ting felt a lot more comfortable, glanced at the **** Yi who was close at hand, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued.

Righteousness, his face has changed three times, from red, to green, and now to white, the impact of Yun Ting's words on him is even greater than the wooden box just now!

"But so what? Knowing it doesn't mean you can contend with it. Thinking like this in his heart, **** Yi sat calmly, no matter what accident occurred, his hand could kill the clouds in an instant.

"I believe that one of the interveners only leaked about me, and it was leaked a day after the uprising. Then, it can be clearly understood that this person is not a complete intervener, but with a little bit of selfishness that is completely aimed at me. In the end, there is only one thing I want to say, this person is you, **** righteousness! Yun Ting cleared his throat, he saw **** Yi's calm and indifferent look, showed a bright smile, a mouthful of white teeth flashing brightly, as if he was only ready to choose people to devour, so bloody, so cruel.

"It's just that, it's likely that you also became a knife used by others to tempt."

Yun Ting's left hand was slightly retracted into his sleeve, his right hand was clenched into a fist and placed on his knee, and the wooden box just blocked half of his right hand, and he finished all this before continuing: "If you don't kill me now, it's a mistake. Because there is a horn here, here is the yellow scarf, and it is the holy place in your heart. But I have to tell you, if I kill you, or if you kill me, it will be all right, in Zhang Jiao's eyes, we are all his children..."

Yun Ting lowered his head, but his right hand had already been handed out in an instant, and the fist hit **** Yi's face, but it was also an instant, and the side of **** Yi's head had already dodged this punch.

At this time, Yun Ting did not have the slightest sense of loss that the treacherous plan had failed, but was inexplicably excited, because his left hand had also been raised, and a faint white powder flew out of a small package of paper packets!

This bag of powder smashed directly on the face of **** Yi.

Yi didn't expect Yun Ting to make this move, but he reacted quickly, and just inhaled some powder, and the person had already dodged. With a dull loud noise, the chair that **** Yi was sitting on had turned into a pile of broken wood, and even the masonry floor was split into a ravine.

Yun Ting lifted the Qingyu Sword, looked at **** Yi indifferently, the tip of the sword pointed directly at **** Yi, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

In fact, Yun Ting also expected this result, but it was still a little worse after all.

Yi's reaction was too fast, the moment he made a move, the sweat medicine was out of his hand, the person had already dodged backwards, and held his breath, and the sweat medicine inhaled into the body was only a little bit, and Yun Ting, the medicine he sprinkled, could he cover himself?

Now Yun Ting has no other way, but to put all his hopes on the body of the Oneiroi Machine, and only to believe that this evil and poisonous king in his previous life, the quality of the medicine in his hands is also top-notch!

"What kind of medicine is this? Ahem..."**** Yi waved his sleeves and fanned the powder floating in front of him, his eyes staring at the clouds.

"Produced by Oneiroi Machine, it must be a high-quality product!" A third voice appeared in the room, a yellow turban soldier, pushed open the door of the hall, and walked in. Behind him, there were four other small soldiers, but they were carrying different weapons in their hands.

Yi's face changed, and he looked at Yun Ting and these five different Yellow Turban soldiers coldly, and said loudly: "How did you get in?" ”

"Now in the city, there is a riot, naturally, they can come in, and you can die." Yun Ting smiled lightly, kicked the wooden box to the corner of the wall on the side, and slashed towards the **** righteousness with the Qingyu sword.

"Damn, damn it!" Yi let out a long roar, his eyes full of blood.

He didn't retreat, and the effect of the sweat pill was just a little sluggish. This little bit of sluggishness, **** Yi didn't take it to heart, killing the six people in front of him was just a little time for him.

"Kill!"

(End of chapter)