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I only heard Ling Yisong roar angrily: "How can I explain? The bombed dungeon is in my Xingyue faction, how else do you want me to explain? If the matter there is spread out, our Xingyue Sect will become the public enemy of the righteous path, and our Xingyue Sect will be defeated in waiting. Please search (product & book ¥ net) to see the most complete! The fastest update"

The cloth man said slowly: "Then it doesn't matter to me, I just want the result." ”

Ling Yisong seemed to be accustomed to the attitude of the cloth strip man, but quickly calmed down and said, "Shouldn't you give me an explanation?" The little world you built, doesn't it mean that you know it if anyone goes in, but now? It's all gone! Gone! ”

The cloth man looked directly at Ling Yisong, originally his face was also tied with a strip of cloth, but at this time, Ling Yisong seemed to feel that he could see a strange smile on his face.

Then the next moment, he found that he couldn't move his whole body, and it seemed that he had suddenly entered a completely enclosed space, and he began to feel that he could not breathe, and he could not hear what the elders were saying, only to see them trying to come towards him, but they were also restricted from moving.

This was the first time in his life that he felt that feeling of being on the verge of death, and he couldn't even resist, desperately opening his mouth, but he couldn't breathe in air, sticking out his tongue like a dying dog, and being drowned in despair little by little.

Just when he thought he was going to die, suddenly his body fell to the ground as if it had lost its support.

A large amount of longing fresh air was inhaled into his body, and he choked and coughed and vomited.

"This is the first and last time you talk to me like that, and the next time you dare to be rude in front of me, I will directly take your life."

The voice of the cloth man sounded again, and this time Ling Yisong did not find the voice unpleasant, but felt that the voice made him tremble like something from the Netherworld to ask for his life.

He didn't understand that although the cloth strip people felt gloomy on weekdays, they were by no means as brutal as they were now. For the head of his faction, there is still respect that he should have.

The most important thing is that although he had never seen the cloth strip man make a move before, when he was with him, he didn't feel that the cloth strip man's cultivation was as high as his.

With such a hand he showed just now, he didn't even have a chance to resist, and he also controlled the other elders, and one of the elders who wanted to make a big move was directly killed in seconds, which was enough to show that the people of their Xingyue faction added up to not enough for a finger.

This realization made Ling Yisong creepy, he used to be in awe of the cloth strip people, one was because he was really able to think about ordinary people when he was studying the fusion surface, and the other was that he already existed when the first head was in power.

He still remembers that after he was determined to be the next head, the first head introduced the existence of the cloth strip man.

And he wasn't much surprised by the sect's secrets, because the belief that their Xingyue Sect had instilled in them when cultivating their core disciples was that everything that could be controlled and driven and that could increase their combat effectiveness should be obtained by any means necessary.

It is precisely because their sect has always adhered to the creed that there are no conditions to create conditions, so they have made today's progress.

But the best results were ruined, and they didn't even know who the other person was.

Thinking of this, Ling Yisong's horror and anger were intertwined, and his whole body trembled.

As if he could see through what Ling Yisong was thinking, the cloth man said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know who it is?" A bunch of idiots! ”

I saw him take out a piece of burnt yellow from his loose robe, throw it at Ling Yisong's face, and say, "Go and check the origin of this thing." ”

After saying that, he strode away, leaving behind a hall of embarrassed Xingyue faction high-level officials.

The cloth man hurried back to his lodgings and hurriedly closed the door.

There are no other people in the area where he lives, so there is no need to worry about being seen as abnormal about him.

As soon as the door closed, he slipped limply through the door and began to convulse.

A cry of pain came out of his mouth, from the first withholding to the hysteria that followed.

The spacious robe shrunk and tumbled, tumbled, and shrunk on the ground.

I don't know how long it took for the strip of cloth to stop moving, and the whole thing was like a crumpled rag.

It was a long time before he sat up slowly from the ground.

Behind him, there was a faint black gas wafting out.

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