Chapter 32: The Brutal Night Feather Heaven

The sharp sword qi was born on the gold coins that shone gold in the scorching sun, and the pale black mark pointed at the boss's fat body.

In the small space, except for the green scales, he raised his forehead to look at Ye Yutian, feeling the protection from Ye Yutian, and a trace of joy appeared on his delicate cheeks, as if he was feeling the warmth from the grandmother who had taken care of him.

But the other customers were not so lucky, under the strong coercion, the cold sweat on the cheeks of each diner broke out, and the eyes widened, staring at the pale black sword shadow on the gold coin in front of Ye Yutian, and looking at Ye Yutian in horror in a black alchemist robe. His pale lips trembled, and he exclaimed.

"Second product... Alchemist !!"

"Why, the Venerable Alchemist will appear here?"

"Damn it, to provoke such a powerful being?"

“……。”

Suddenly, the boss 'repented', his body trembled like a sieve, and the bean-sized cold sweat dripped onto the floor, blooming gorgeous crowns, plopping, and kneeling to the ground.

In the black pupils, the black sword shadow on the three thousand gold coins seemed to be a big killing weapon to ask for his life, it was to buy famous money, or not.

"Adult, the little one is fascinated by money, and this little slave is given to the adult for free."

"No money, sir."

"I still hope for the adults and spare the lives of the villains?"

The furious night feather sky, looking at the scene in front of him, the familiar scene, the different characters, is it ridiculous?

The strong bully the weak, and in a world where the weak eat the strong, is it still useful to beg for mercy?

Sneered.

"Hah! The three thousand gold coins are still given to you, so that you don't have to..."

Three thousand black sword shadows with a faint golden light pierced through the space and pierced the boss's gorgeous robes, and countless brilliant blood flowers bloomed in the air, as if it was a perfect art at the moment, but it was a pity that it was a very short time, and on the wall behind him, in the sound of banging, it seemed to be a sleep song of death.

sound elimination, song stopping; Restlessness returns.

The diners who have lost their oppression, looking at this scene, the night feather sky in the golden sunlight turns back to look around the people around them, and this scene is projected in the eyes of the diners is a demon that rises from hell in golden light, and it is the existence of life.

The man, whose face turned even paler, shouted.

"You, don't dare to kill me, my father is ......"

In the sound of a breaking wind, a bright blood flower bloomed on the pale forehead, and in the constricted pupils of the companion, a black hole appeared, and the staccato sound of the companion still squirming from the lips of the companion.

"It's... Ink..."

The others looked at the murderous Ye Yutian's face unchanged at all, and here the person picked up all kinds of weapons and burst into a shout.

"Up, ah, kill? Otherwise, when the people of the Mo family come, you all have to die? ”

For a while, countless weapons were aimed at Ye Yutian, looking at these people who were going to kill themselves.