"Lao Tzu controls all the demon plants, and does not stimulate the characteristics of absorbing chakra, does not stimulate the characteristics of absorbing physical strength, does not stimulate the characteristics of blood sucking, and does not even stimulate the characteristics of expanding pain or paralyzing nerves, Lao Tzu will play pure physical attacks with you, and you TM will not be beaten!!"

"Do you know the gap? Idiot thing! Let's witness the most fun scene with Lao Tzu! ”

The burial dragon snapped his fingers slightly, and the four black vines that wrapped around Fang Shaoping's limbs immediately shrank into the ghost mouth, and the ghost mouth quickly disappeared on the wooden stake, and the wooden stake slowly sank into the ground, turning into a strange seed, which was silently absorbed by the dark demon vine in his arms.

Then Fang Shaoping, who fell to the ground, was torn by the burial dragon's hair, and the vines under the feet of the two quickly coiled into a huge rattan basket, carrying the two of them into the air slowly, and many vines on the statue of the double dragon playing with pearls immediately extended over, caught the rattan basket, and lightly put the two on one of the dragon's heads.

"Do you want to know what the mysterious class above the senior is called?"

The voice of the burial dragon sounded in Fang Shaoping's ears, Fang Shaoping opened his eyes weakly, the eyes of the three hook jade writing wheels were dim, his mouth was open, and blood flowed out, but he couldn't even speak.

"I'll tell you, that's called ...... Master! ”

On the face of the burial dragon, a solemn sense of ritual appeared, as if he was giving the final judgment to a heretic, he stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and the white devil vine brought Feng Yingchun, who had already passed out due to excessive blood loss, to Fang Shaoping.

Of course, Feng Yingchun was still in a state of being hanged, his feet were hanging in the air, and Fang Shaoping was lying on the dragon's head.

"Every controller can influence the rules of the main god to a certain extent, for example, to show his strength in front of ordinary people, the rule that ordinary people must be killed within three minutes, I can use the privilege of the controller to delay it to thirty minutes, and even, for a certain price, I can delay it to three hundred minutes! So, we have time for you to feel the most unforgettable pain. ”

There was a bloodthirsty light in the eyes of the burial dragon, and with a slight pick of his fingers, the white devil vine that pierced the position of Feng Yingchun's pipa bone suddenly pulled out, and Feng Yingchun immediately snorted in pain and woke up from his coma.

She saw Fang Shaoping lying on the ground and almost dying, and saw the mockery and killing look on the face of the burial dragon, so she suddenly had a feeling of wanting to open, since it was inevitable to die, since this terrible man wanted to make Fang Shaoping feel the deepest pain and torture himself with the most cruel means, so why didn't she use the last time to talk to Fang Shaoping?

"Husband."

Feng Yingchun softly spit out these two words, Fang Shaoping's body trembled slightly, his head was raised vigorously, his eyes that had just been closed tried to open a slit again, and he saw Feng Yingchun, who seemed to be close at hand, but far away from the end of the world, and his throat shook twice:

"Old ...... Po ......"

Fang Shaoping seemed to have used all his strength to condense these two words, and then he was completely speechless, there was a feeling of dizziness in his brain, and Feng Yingchun in front of him also became blurred and ghosted, but Fang Shaoping still desperately kept his head high, and refused to let his eyes leave Feng Yingchun.

"Husband, you say, after we die, will we meet on the Nai He Bridge?" Feng Yingchun asked softly.

Fang Shaoping couldn't speak, so he could only nod his head weakly.

Feng Yingchun chuckled:

"I know that there is a Meng Po at the head of the bridge, if we drink the Meng Po soup in her hand, we will completely forget the emotions of our life, so none of us should drink it, do you hear?"

Fang Shaoping's tears had already welled up in his eyes, and he desperately let his head click again, and then raised his head again as if he had lifted the weight of a mountain.

"None of us should forget each other, hold hands and walk across the Naha Bridge together, and then we will go to hell together to suffer......"

Feng Yingchun sobbed, but his voice was still soft:

"But husband, you shouldn't suffer, you should have gone to heaven, but I, I will definitely go to hell, because I have done a lot of wrong things, and the only thing I did right is to fall in love with you, if we have the opportunity to be reincarnated after suffering, I must be born on the same day, the same month, and the same year as you, and never be so old older than you! We have been neighbors since we were children, childhood sweethearts, and went to the same elementary school, the same middle school, and the same university......"

Feng Yingchun was speechless, because the burial dragon pinched her neck, his expression had become extremely hideous, and besides, the burial dragon actually shed tears!

"Do you know...... Me and Little ...... It's a childhood sweetheart...... We went to the same elementary school...... ...... in the same secondary school ...... same university"

The other hand of the burial dragon involuntarily turned into a demon plant blade, and instantly stabbed into Feng Yingchun's lower abdomen!

The pain on Feng Yingchun's face flashed, but she still looked at Fang Shaoping stubbornly, and tried to keep herself smiling, even though her trachea was pinched by the burial dragon and she couldn't breathe.

At this moment, Fang Shaoping's body lost all his breath, his breath was gone, his heart stopped beating, and even his expression was completely condensed, like a statue that had been dried for a hundred years, looking at Feng Yingchun blankly.

The three hooks in the blood-colored pupils had completely stopped turning, like a pair of dead eyes.

"I had already purchased the island in the Maldives and we would have enjoyed the most wonderful world for two...... But all this! TM is all ruined because of your husband! Yes! It's all ruined!! ”

The burial dragon was so angry that his face was distorted, and the blade in his left hand went in and out of Feng Yingchun's abdomen frantically, I don't know how many knives he stabbed, and then he controlled the white devil vine to hang Feng Yingchun higher in the sky at once, the white devil vine suddenly withdrew its tentacles from Feng Yingchun's body, and Feng Yingchun suddenly fell down from the height at which the burial dragon looked up!

"You've ruined my little one, and that's the consequence you have to bear."

In the tears of the burial dragon, the most cold and fierce light burst out, and the right hand suddenly expanded and turned into a three-meter-long blade, and then violently waved in mid-air!

Feng Yingchun was dismembered, and then cut into countless pieces of flesh, which turned into a rain of blood and sprinkled down.

The burial dragon stood on the dragon's head, crying hysterically in a certain direction.

What he couldn't imagine was that Fang Shaoping's pair of eyes were undergoing the most essential changes.

Fang Shaoping seemed to have lost all consciousness, and his soul sank into the abyss.

Despair, anger, sadness, hatred, these four negative emotions are stimulated in him to unimaginable extremes.

The pole changes!

In the dark abyss of his soul, the most dazzling lightning suddenly lit up!

After the lightning, in the endless void, a pair of blood-colored eyes slowly opened.