Chapter 119: Fear
In the center of the living room of the villa, Frank Lucas, who had collapsed to the ground like a mess of mud as if his bones had been extracted, now seemed to have suddenly regained his vitality, and he got up from the ground with his hands and feet. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
However, Frank Lucas's state at this time does not look normal!
"Don't come here! Don't come here! β
In the stunned eyes of others, Frank Lucas, who usually behaves calmly and calmly, is now looking at the void in front of him with a panicked face and a distorted expression, and he can't stop screaming. His arms were raised in the air, more like they were driving something away.
"I'm not afraid of you! If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time! Get out of here! β
Although Frank Lucas shouted this, almost everyone on the sidelines could clearly see the extreme fear revealed in Frank Lucas's wide pupils.
"Thisβ"
Frank Lucas's men saw this with a look of disbelief in their eyes.
In the eyes of Frank Lucas's group of younger brothers, how could his boss, who had been able to face death several times without changing his face, suddenly be afraid of this? Could it be that there are ghosts and ghosts in this world?!
Everyone present was not stupid, and from Frank Lucas's words, they probably guessed what Frank Lucas saw. But it is precisely because of this that everyone feels even more incredulous.
Some of the brains that were spinning quickly seemed to have thought of something, and they couldn't help but look up and sneak a glance at the dialect. The result shocked their hearts, and sure enough, Fang Yan's face at the moment did not have a trace of doubt, but an almost undisguised sneer.
"He did it!"
The few people who discovered this scene couldn't help but shudder in their hearts, and quickly withdrew their gaze from looking at Fang Yan.
"Boss!"
At this point, the loyal black gunmen could no longer hold back, and pushed away their companions, and rushed towards Frank Lucas, who was beside the dialect.
Bang bang bang,
Before the people present could see what was happening, they only heard a few physical collisions that sounded almost simultaneously, and then they found that the black gunmen who ran out of the squatting crowd suddenly flew back at a very fast speed, slammed into the wall, and hung in the air for half a second before falling down!
And the dialect only leisurely withdrew his outstretched right leg at this time.
Hiss -
A gasp sounded from the mouths of the crowd, and they all looked at the dialect with frightened eyes.
"Is this- is this really human?" There are more than one people thinking about this question at the moment.
After this little episode, no one dared to disobey the will of the dialect, and they all honestly paused in the corner. Even the most loyal little brother pretended to turn a deaf ear to his boss's crazy howl at this moment, and they all became turtles with shrunken heads.
Seeing the inhuman means of dialect again, the little caution that everyone had in their hearts was completely wiped out.
Just when these blacks were praying to the gods they believed in in their hearts, they didn't know that the dialects that had been deified or demonized in their eyes were extremely dissatisfied with the kick they had just made.
Since coming to this world, in the past eight years, Fang Yan has not stopped training the knight cultivation method for a day, and his body, which was originally considered weak among his peers, has been trained by Fang Yan to become a copper skin and iron bone.
Fang Yan didn't use life energy for that kick just now, otherwise the fate of those black gunmen would not have been to fly out and stick to the wall, but would have been kicked by Fang Yan a long time ago.
In the dialect's expectation, his kick should have stuck a few black people on the wall for more than a second, but now it has only been less than half a second before a few people have fallen, which shows that there are still some problems with the dialect's control of strength.
Fang Yan shook his head, "It looks like I'm going to continue to exercise my control after I go back......"
Ignoring the black guards who were missing from their minds, Fang Yan turned around and looked at Frank Lucas, who was still in a state of madness, constantly yelling and screaming.
That's right, Frank Lucas's current state is the work of dialects!
It has long been said in tongues that the sins committed by Frank Lucas, even if he dies a thousand or ten thousand times, cannot wash away the sins in him, which is, in the words of the Eastern system of practice, "karma".
Dialects don't make it so easy for Frank Lucas to die, otherwise it would be too cheap for him. Only by letting him taste the pain and despair of the world before dying, that is the best treatment for him.
"What's more|-" Fang Yan gently tugged at the corners of his mouth, obviously laughing but revealing a chill that froze people's hearts, "What Frank Lucas sees at this time is not just an illusion......
Dialect had not lied to Frank Lucas before, and he really had no position to avenge the four families. So the dialect won't kill Frank Lucas, but that doesn't mean that no one will come to Frank Lucas for revenge.
The dialect smiled, no, isn't it the one who is pestering Frank Lucas at the moment.
Don't forget, the dialect has awakened the bloodline of the "Crow", and now although the body has been changed, the magic bonus brought by the bloodline of the "Crow" is gone, but this does not mean that the dialect has completely lost the bloodline of the Crow.
Unlike other magical creatures, the Raven is not a pure flesh creature, but a rule-like creature that can freely transform between flesh and spirits!
It can also be said that the body of the crow is his soul, and the soul is also his body. This trait, which is very rare in the heavens and the outer world, and in the endless multiverse, allows the dialect to inherit some of the abilities of the Raven.
As a deified creature born from the ancient hell, even if the blood in Fang Yan's body is impure and weak, it still gives Fang Yan an extraordinary talent for learning witchcraft in the areas of darkness, soul, and death.
From this point of view, in fact, the dialect is also very suitable for being a necromantic wizard. It's just that with the dialect of "World Seed" in his body, he naturally doesn't need to choose other wizard factions.
Even in the entire wizarding civilization, the potential of the "Lord of the World" is still among the best.
And in necromantic witchcraft, there is an apprentice-level witchcraft "conjuring".
(To be continued.) )