Chapter 15 The Dominant

But before the fist fell on Yuan Shaotian's face, the time and space in the small building were imprisoned again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at his angry face, maintaining the flammability of his fist swing action, Yuan Shaotian only felt bitter and unbearable in his mouth.

He snuffed out the cigarette butt and said to him in as calm a tone as possible: "It is said that all saints are ants, but are they really talking about ignoring the existence of all non-saints?

Flammable, not that I don't want to help you, but ...... There's nothing I can do!"

Tyranny, reprimand, swearing, unwillingness, and so on, with Yuan Shaotian's light sigh, poured out from the person in front of him and hit Yuan Shaotian's heart.

Looking at the interweaving and changes of these emotions, Yuan Shaotian also wanted to kill all the Heavenly Chosen People, but he had already reached that level, but he was only one step away from the so-called detachment, but he couldn't move, because the fate of the Heavenly Chosen People in the dark was already doomed.

And he can't use his power to do something for his 'kindred'.

But fortunately, there is this man named Flammable, even if the obsession in his heart has been imperceptibly shaken, but he is in the middle of it, but he can make changes wantonly in this world!

"Well, I won't get that finger bone back for nothing......"

As he spoke, he saw that the middle finger of Yuan Shaotian's palm was detached, and then turned into a brittle lotus root the size of his middle finger, floating in front of the flammable eyes.

"This is a thirty-three-day immortal lotus, although it is not the top heaven and earth treasure, but it is also an excellent thing, and if you eat it, it can resolve the death catastrophe that you are destined for.

As long as you nod your head, it's yours. ”

"Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is not rare!"

In front of Yuan Shaotian, the faint light on the flammable body suddenly appeared, such as the faint singing voice from the last battle against Mu Wanqiu also came from heaven and earth, seeing this scene, Yuan Shaotian also knew that he could no longer let Flammable borrow his own strength, so he said: "Why don't you listen to what you say, why do you force me to do it?!"

In the middle of his words, everything in the small building turned into powder in the invisible shock, and then the space in the building was like a mirror, shattering and collapsing layer by layer......

Just as Flammable broke through the previous confinement and was about to swing out the fist that had been covered with the phantom of the tiger's claws, a huge black eye like the sun and moon blocked in front of Yuan Shaotian.

"The Eye of the Turbid World is the soul of that woman, and after her death, her soul was also taken by the finger bones, and then became my power.

Flammable, do you know why it's called the 'Eye of the Turbidity'?"

"Who cares!"

At the same time that Yi Yan roared these words, Yuan Shaotian also said: "Because it can see the appearance of everything in this rolling red dust!"

The pitch-black eyes suddenly opened in Yuan Shaotian's voice, and then countless ghostly lights flashed out, like a demon under the demon mirror, making the flammable attack show its most primitive appearance.

The fist hit Yuan Shaotian's face without any fancy, this mortal's full force punch, this lost the soul, lost the beast absorption method, and lost the punch blessed by Lolita, which could not cause any harm to Yuan Shaotian at all.

He just stood silently, and took the crazy punch of flammable with his face, and then he said, "If you still don't feel happy, you can fight as much as you want." ”

"Why, why!

Why do you have the strength but don't want to help us?

Why use incompetence as an excuse?

Why ......"

Every time he asked him, he would punch him, but even so, the resentment, pain, and torment in his heart still could not be vented.

Let the flesh of his hands be broken, and let the blood stain the people in front of him into bloody people, but he is still unwilling to stop there.

"To you it is an excuse, but to me it is a 'heavenly rule' that must be followed. Flammable, instead of begging me, it's better to ...... Please!"

The bloody fists suddenly stopped in mid-air, flammable opened blood-red eyes, tears rolled down in his eyes, and he hung down weakly for a long time.

He stared at the power in front of him, and even though he didn't fight back, he didn't fight back, and after half a ring, he got up angrily, took out the finger bone from his arms and threw it to him, and said in a hateful voice: "Get out! Our human affairs are our own human affairs, we human beings solve them by ourselves, I don't ask you!"

With that, he turned and ran towards the object behind him that could barely be seen as a 'door'.

Looking at the flammable figure disappearing behind the door, Yuan Shaotian sighed again, and then turned into a little streamer and disappeared without a trace.

And after he 'left', the room was back to its previous appearance, dusty, and it seemed that nothing had happened except for the crisp lotus root the size of a middle finger at the top of the staircase......

The flammable who came out of the door ran desperately, ran desperately, and tears blurred his vision, even in the daytime, so that he couldn't see the road in front of him.

Finally, he ran too fast and too fast, and fell down as he approached Kunlun's gate.

Lying on the warm stone road, flammable and crying like a child.

No one came to comfort him, and even the students who had been drinking with the flammable ones took a detour. Although I don't know what grievances this nobleman with the 'emperor's favor' has suffered, the face of the nobleman still needs to be protected!

In this way, Flammable was stunned and cried for a long time, from the initial cry to the last cry...... In the end, there will be no tears to shed!

'Get out of here!' Our own human business, we human beings solve it ourselves, I don't ask you!'

This sentence has been echoing in the flammable mind, and each time it is sounded, it becomes clearer and louder.

Gradually, it seemed that only this sentence was left in the heavens and the earth......

"Whew......!"

Got up from the ground, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and glanced at Bi Jia, who had been hiding behind the shade of the tree, and then turned around and went back to Sheung Shui Pavilion.

Although he no longer expects from him, the crisp lotus root that he 'exchanged' with his finger bones must not be thrown!

When he re-entered the somewhat flammable and flammable door, as he expected, the saint named Yuan Shaotian had already cleaned up his head and tail. Aside from the fact that he was flammable and ran out to embarrass people, no one in the Heavenly Chosen knew that a saint had ever come down and made a 'deal' with a human being.

Silently picked up the crispy lotus root, stuffed it into his arms, and Flammable sat down on the stairs, staring at the ceiling above his head......

"Nine Clans Bloodline Fusion ......"

"Lolita, am I useless?"

Lolita, who wanted to comfort the flammable, heard this, and hurriedly cheered her up: "How can it be? That is already an existence on the 'other side', but no one dares to beat him with a fist, but you dare, it's really amazing!"

"Heh... You can't even comfort people, it seems that you are far from the level of 'human'. ”

Flammable said faintly, his mind recalling everything in the past like a marquee, he was not afraid of death, or he had something more afraid than death.

Such as losing ......

Another example...... Suffering!

Now, Flammable feels that he has suffered enough, in this natural selection, in this world.

The road ahead, Yi Yan can't see clearly, and he can't guess what the outcome will be, but as a human being, he has endured enough, what holy lord, what divine soul, what powerful, it's just a joke!

"Lolita, would you like to go crazy with me again?"

Faced with the strange words of flammability, Lolita suddenly sneered, "When did I not accompany you?"

"yes, you didn't accompany me once......"

Looking at the brown ceiling, chanting these words, the flammable Ben's dim eyes skyrocketed domineeringly!