The fat aunt rushed over when she heard the sound, and when she saw that Xiaolan was about to die, she howled and cried, "Sangqi, Xiaolan is here to protect you, but you are standing indifferent, do you have a heart?" ”

He ignored the fat aunt's wailing and followed Miss Zhao away.

"Sangqi, you bastard, you have no conscience, you are so ruthless ......"

The fat aunt scolded viciously, and then there was a wail, probably because Xiaolan was out of breath.

That night, the mighty Zhao Mansion was tragically destroyed, and there were hundreds of people in the house, but none of them survived.

The black wind howled in mid-air, the demonic energy was permeated, and the blood was soaring to the sky.

When Mo Zhuyue arrived, he saw Sang Qi's eyes blood-red, full of demonic patterns, absorbing the blood and qi around him.

She gritted her teeth, "Sangi! That's what you mean by being just a mortal? ”

Sang Qi still looked indifferent, "I suddenly don't want to be a mortal now." ”

Mo Zhuyue hated her teeth, and she only now realized that she seemed to have been deceived by Sang Qi, how could he want to be a mortal, he was trying to escape from her.

A trace of pain crossed Mo Zhuyue's eyes, "Sangqi, what's the difference between you and the devil now?" ”

In the past, he would still be chivalrous and righteous, but now he just wants to kill all the people and become a demon god, his heart is colder than a stone, no, he has no heart now.

"Then you'll treat me as the Adversary."

His voice was not emotional, and his tone was relaxed as if he was casually pinching a swarm of ants.

Mo Zhuyue directly moved, his subordinates were merciless, and the golden light in the sky was overwhelming, like holy light sweeping away all darkness.

This time, Sang Qi had already prepared, although the force value was not good, but the skills to escape were full, and he slipped away from Mo Zhuyue's hands.

After Sang Qi escaped from Mo Zhuyue's hands, when he returned home, Xiaolan's body had been put into the coffin, and the fat aunt was lying next to her crying in the dark.

Outside the door, people who came to the funeral pointed and pointed.

"This girl is also stupid, where can he use her to protect him as a big man, but the result is good, people don't appreciate it at all, and she herself died."

"No, who in our town doesn't know that Sang Qi is a powerful man, he fights a group of people one by one, not to mention whether he can beat it, he can always run it, the result is good, a girl stands in front of him, and he himself looks on coldly."

"My girl also fell in love with him at the beginning, but fortunately my girl is not so stupid, that kid is really nothing but a face."

The crowd whispered, unaware that the protagonist they were talking about was standing behind them.

The sad fat aunt who was crying on the coffin was the first to see him, and she pounced on him like crazy, "You have no conscience, I killed you without conscience, you killed Xiaolan." ”

When she pounced on her, she pounced, and Sangqi disappeared in place, and the next second she came out next to the coffin.

There was a moment of silence at the scene, and everyone looked at Sang Qi in horror, obviously not realizing how he did it.

The fat aunt lay on the ground and was stunned, and at that moment, the tears were forgotten.

"Monk, monk."

"Oh my God, it's the first time I've seen a monk in a small place like ours."

"Monk!"

At that moment, everyone looked at Sangqi with a complex look of burning envy and admiration.

Monks who can fly to the heavens and the earth, in a place like them, are basically equivalent to the existence of immortals.

As if the questioning of Sangi's character just now was not them.

(End of chapter)