"Gentlemen are in a bad mood today, I'm not interested in playing with you, I have to calculate quickly, and get out of here!" Wu Ye said coldly.

Wang Muling didn't expect that "Wang Biao" didn't have the slightest expression of fear, regret, or chagrin, and didn't take her in his eyes at all, so he couldn't help but be furious, pointing at the tip of Wu Ye's nose and shouting: "Wang Biao, you still dare to be so arrogant and arrogant! The people who follow you in the family are dead, you are a bare-bones general, and there are so many enemies outside, they can kill you at any time!"

"Speak for talk, don't take it for yourself...... Finger at my head!" Wu Ye glared and shouted, and said in his heart that Lao Tzu's future is not bright anyway, and if the stinky bitch dares to spill again, Lao Tzu will break the jar and break it, while the kung fu is still there, he will kill you first, and then kill the old ghost Wang Qing, make a good time!

Wang Muling was taken aback by his sudden seizure, and he had a heart for tat, but his private parts were loose, leaking a few drops of hot urine.

Since she was whipped by Wu Ye, she has added such a problem, she can't stand the fright, she will pee as soon as she is frightened, she feels the wetness in the crotch of her pants, but the slender jade fingers don't dare to point at the tip of Wu Ye's nose anymore, take a half step back, and grit her silver teeth: "Wang Biao, the elders have discussed it in the morning, from now on, you are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the clan again, you want to do anything wrong, but it is up to you, but you are not allowed to use any more family power!"

Wu Ye said "oh", he didn't care at all, and said lazily: "Then do you want to change the hat of my generation patriarch to you?"

Wang Muling sneered: "The position of the acting patriarch was given to you by your father himself, before your father's injury healed, you are still the acting patriarch of our Wang family, rest assured, the Wang family will not be wiped out to this point!"

It seems that you still want me to be a "substitute for the dead ghost"? Wu Ye didn't bother to say much, and waved his hand: "Got it, if it's okay...... Left and right, send off!"

He was air, of course, to the left and right.

Wang Muling was so angry that he stomped his foot hard, leaked half a drop of urine, couldn't help but moan, stared at Wu Ye fiercely, and left angrily.

"Wait!" Wu Ye suddenly stopped him.

"What, scared?" Wang Muling looked back and sneered.

Wu Ye ignored her sarcasm and asked, "In the Liuyun Sword Sect, is there a senior named 'Zi Xuanyi'?"

Zi Xuanyi is the flower that Ma Boguang was ready to pick a hundred years ago, Long Aotian's wife, since Wu Ye promised to help Ma Boguang conquer this woman's body and mind, even if he has an ethereal future, he is not willing to break his promise and get fat, and he will beat his spirit and help the old man ask.

Wang Muling was stunned for a moment, and his willow eyebrows were raised: "Bold! The name of our sect master, how can you casually hang it in your mouth!"

"Sect Master!" this time Wu Ye was really dumbfounded.

The woman Ma Boguang wanted to conquer had actually become the sect master of the Liuyun Sword Sect in a hundred years! With her status, King Wuwei was not worthy of washing her feet!

Seeing his demented appearance, Wang Muling's heart was very happy, and he snorted coldly: "Why, my crazy and lawless eldest brother, do I also have scruples? Yes, our sect master, but he is one of the peerless powerhouses in the Heavenly Jin Kingdom! Helian Wuxin have heard of it, do you know why he can become the number one swordsman in the Heavenly Jin Kingdom?"

"Why?"

"Just because our Sect Master announced on the day of the 100th birthday banquet that he would seal the sword from now on and devote himself to cultivating the truth! Otherwise, where would it be Helian Wuxin to be the first swordsman? Even so, Helian Wuxin was once used by our Sect Master as a sword and lost three times in a row!"

Wu Ye was stunned and said, "Wait a while, I remember that your Purple Sect Master's husband's name is Long Aotian, and he is also a peerless powerhouse, why is he not the Sect Master of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, but let his wife be the Sect Master?"

Wang Muling's nose curled, and he said coldly: "Long Zhenren is the Taishang Sect Master of our Liuyun Sword Sect, and he is also the biggest legend of the Liuyun Sword Sect for thousands of years.

Rainy nights!

Nine Heavenly Thunder!

Shatter the Void!

Crossing the Tribulation and Ascending Immortals!

Live forever!

Every word was like thunder, shaking Wu Ye speechless, and when he gradually came back to his senses, Wang Muling had already left a look of contempt and hatred, and left with his legs between his legs.

The valve closed the door, and he sat down on the bed, and Wu Ye let out a long sigh.

Ma Boguang's geist spirit floated out, silent.

One person and one ghost, looking at each other and laughing miserably, their souls are a little shaky.

When people die and their souls are destroyed, the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring is the only destination, and they are forced to stay in the world, relying on nothing more than a little persistence and a little faith.

Whether it is Wu Ye's belief that he wants to see his parents for the last time, or Ma Boguang's insistence on conquering Zi Xuanyi's body and mind, it is the only reason for them to struggle in this sea of suffering.

But now, the belief and persistence of the two seem to have turned into a joke!

Ma Boguang's wandering soul trembled, the old tears were rampant, and he muttered vigorously: "There is no hope, there is no hope, I have lived in vain in this life, and I have lived in vain......"

"But--I hate it! I, Ma Boguang, have suffered a lot, have endured enough hardships, and are proficient in the art of picking flowers in the world, I don't know what means I can't do, and I don't know what posture I have? Who knew that as soon as I debuted, I bumped into Long Aotian, and was killed by him all the way into the Yin Fu Sect, and I was a child man who talked on paper until I died, and I didn't even touch a woman's hand!"

"And that 'Merry Sword God' Long Aotian, not counting the beautiful wife who sits on a flower-like jade, there are hundreds of concubines, beautiful maids, and lovers in the countries of the Pangu Continent, and even the demon clan has his concubine! What do I have? What do I have! What do I have! It's good now, he has had enough, he has broken the void, and he is a god! My Ma Boguang is a wisp of remnant soul, a lonely soul and a wild ghost!"

As he spoke, Ma Boguang's ghost was like a cloud of ink dripping into the clear water, gradually rippling around, and it was about to be scattered, and even the deepest thoughts of the yin soul were revealed, but it was a small wooden hairpin.

This wooden hairpin should be the thing that Ma Boguang was most worried about when he was alive, after his death, a wisp of thought turned into a wooden hairpin, this is the "faith", his three souls and seven spirits are attached to this "faith", in order to stay in the world, if there is no belief, even if the five yin god ring, he will not be able to stay.

Ma Boguang's ghost was already incomparably dim and incomparably thin, and it seemed that it was about to dissipate between heaven and earth and turn into the netherworld, but when he saw this thought of the wood hairpin, it actually condensed again, revealing an incomparably hideous grimace, and roared heartbreakingly: "It's not fair, it's too unfair! It's the same person, why is he an immortal in the heavenly realm, and I am an ant on the earth? The luck of this heaven and earth, why only favor him alone, I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"

"Long Aotian!"

The old man suddenly became angry, his eyes were red, and he pointed to the sky and laughed wildly and roared: "Maybe you have forgotten me a long time ago, maybe in your glorious legendary life, I am just an insignificant supporting role! But now, let me tell you who I really am......! It's the man who wants to be the king of silver thieves!"

"What about the shattered void? What about the Tribulation and Ascending Immortals? What about the strong in the Heavenly Realm? You have more dicks than me? Even if you have more dicks than me, it depends on who has a better job!"

"Long Aotian, you have been romantic, I don't know how many women have gone crazy, I don't know how many men have cuckolded, others are in awe of you, worship you, and surrender to you, but I, Ma Boguang, even if I am a lonely ghost now, I have to muster up the courage to fight with you to the end!

"You and watch with your eyes wide open in the heavenly realm, this is my Ma Boguang, a man who wants to become the king of silver thieves, will fulfill his promise!"

Wu Ye sat on the bed, staring blankly, watching, and suddenly a faint wave suddenly appeared in his eyes that were about to die.

The old man's heartfelt roar echoed in his ears over and over again:

"I'm Ma Boguang...... It's the man who wants to be the king of silver thieves!"

Wu Ye's lips trembled, and his eyes were full of shock, stunned, and moved when he looked at the old man.

"Does this extremely obscene half-old man also want to become the king of silver thieves?"

"Isn't he even afraid of Long Aotian, a powerful man in the heavenly realm who has vast magical powers and is immortal?"

"Then what am I afraid of? Afraid that the luck of heaven and earth will not favor me, afraid of mediocrity, always a supporting role, afraid that I will not be able to break the void, reverse time, return to the earth, to repay the kindness I owe to my parents, to change the fate of the family?"

"Even if the Great Priest really exists, even if he gives me the life of a third-rate bully, even if the luck of heaven and earth does not favor me, won't I use my own hands to take the destiny of heaven by force?"

"Didn't Yan Zhenzong say that I didn't have a number of lives on my face, but after killing Fang Yan, he forcibly plundered a wisp of his life!"

"Then, maybe 'Devouring Destiny' is the path I want to take!"

"Even if there are really so many true sons of heaven and earth who are favored by the luck of heaven and earth in this world, what can they do? I can snatch their exercises! I can steal their treasures! I can take them from them! I can also devour them all!"

In Wu Ye's heart, a hot current of magma also rampaged, burning all the blood around his body into steam, and he couldn't help but roar: "Ma Lao!"

Ma Boguang thought that Wu Ye was going to persuade him not to be rash, so his white eyebrows trembled, and he hissed: "Wu Lao, needless to say, I understand the gap between myself and the powerhouses of the Heavenly Realm, maybe my hope of realizing my dream is really extremely slim, but in our Silver Thief Realm, there is a saying of experience!"

"What is the experience?"

That is to say, anyone and everything has strengths that others cannot reach, as long as they muster up courage, develop their strengths and avoid weaknesses, and persist in not leaking, women who are chaste and fierce will fall under our silver = stick!

Wu Ye's eyes lit up thoughtfully.

Ma Boguang continued: "In the past, I still didn't believe this sentence, but after meeting Wu Lao, I realized that even a toilet bowl and a menstrual belt have its power! Didn't Wu Lao use the toilet and the menstrual belt to refine the Red Dragon Pond and break the pony I have cultivated for decades? And now, even if I am just a menstrual belt, I may not be able to kill Long Aotian, that heavenly powerhouse! After all, -"

Ma Boguang took a deep breath, and the ghost suddenly became extremely solid, Ling Ran was inviolable, and said word by word: "The three armies can win the commandery, but the horseman cannot win the ambition!

"Ma Lao—"

Wu Ye got up suddenly, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he was extremely serious and deeply moved: "Ma Lao's words, wake the kid up from the chaos, and see the road ahead, the kid is grateful, please accept the boy's worship!"

Ma Boguang was stunned, with muddy old tears condensed in his ghost's eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "You, what do you call me?"

Wu Ye Zhengse said: "You are right, the three armies can win the commandery, but the horseman cannot win the ambition! You are a man who wants to become the king of silver thieves, and you are so old that Xiao Wu will not dare to make fun of you anymore, from now on, I will call you 'Ma Lao'!"

Ma Boguang shook his long eyebrows and laughed: "Old Ma, bullshit! I have self-knowledge, knowing that I am just an imposter old man, how can I deserve such a noble title?"

"Ma Lao!" Wu Ye insisted and clenched his fists, "If you really want to compete with the Heavenly Realm powerhouse Long Aotian, you shouldn't be so arrogant! Even though you are just a useless and pretending to be a ghost impostor, I believe that one day, you will definitely become the strongest old man since the opening of the Pangu Continent!"

"Wu Lao ......" Ma Boguang had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

Wu Ye looked directly at the old ghost and said categorically: "If you think the word 'Ma Lao' sounds harsh, it is better for me to call you Lao Ma in the future, you call me Xiao Wu, we are old and young, a silver thief and a bully, fight side by side, and this heaven and earth, and what is the true destiny of the Son of Heaven and Earth, the strong man in the heavenly realm, Da Luo Jin Xian, all - bloody battle to the end!"

Ma Boguang smiled.

At first, it was just a wordless miserable laugh, laughing and letting go of his chest, laughing so much that his nose flowed turbulently, ghost tears splashed, laughing so much that he opened his teeth and claws, tearing his heart and lungs, laughing miserably, the ghost fog was forested, he stretched out a claw in the yin wind and ghost fog, and put it heavily on Wu Ye's shoulder, and the ghost shouted: "Okay! Okay! Xiao Wu, from this moment on, the two of us will fight with this world!"

"Let's go. Wu Ye got up, like a spear piercing deep into the earth, straight, firm, and unshakable.

"Where to go?"

Wu Ye smiled and spread his palms.

In the palm of his hand, the skull fragment of the tyrant Xia Wei lay quietly, and the blood-boiling atmosphere between the two of them just now seemed to be infected with this desolate treasure, and a faint black gas flowed faintly between the swirling runes.

"Go and take our only chance. The young man narrowed his eyes, and two desperate fierce rays bloomed in the depths of his eyes, and he clenched his five fingers and clasped the skull fragments tightly.

Sharp skull shards pierced into the palms, and hot blood flowed wildly among the swirling runes.

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Today Sunday.,Add another chapter in the middle of the night.,Finally took down the gold finger.,Save everyone from worrying.,The weight of the two days is quite sufficient.,What tickets do you have, don't hide them.,The new book needs to be loved by everyone.,Pity and comfort......