Fang Yu clenched his fists, and a layer of red qi was wrapped in his fists.

Touch!!!

Fang Yu punched out and directly hit Ling Xiuzi's abdomen. The strong impact of this punch shook the intestines and stomach in the stomach slightly.

Such a powerful punch hit him, and he didn't even react at all.

Ling Xiuzi's eyes didn't blink, his mouth was wide open, his tongue was stuck out, and his flabby body hung weakly on Fang Yu's hand, like a lifeless scarecrow.

Ahhh

Fang Yu roared angrily, grabbed his body in his hand, and smashed it towards the wooden table.

The table was smashed to pieces, and the dishes on the table were shattered.

If he's still alive and gets such a powerful blow, at least hum it. He didn't even snort for a moment, and the fist hit him on the body, as if it were hitting a sandbag, so unrealistic.

Fang Yu looked at him lying on the ground and saw half of his purse exposed in his arms.

Fang Yu leaned over and stretched out his hand to pick up the purse, but saw that this purse was Su Jin's material, and the color was Ai Qing.

The back is embroidered with a lake of spring water, and the back is embroidered with two mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Fang Yu saw that this purse was made of exquisite materials and exquisite handiwork, so he thought that it must contain something important.

Fang Yu opened his purse, and it was full of more than twenty spirit rings.

"Very good! I want to see you, how long can you fit?" Fang Yu spread out his left hand, and shook the purse with his right hand, and all the spirit rings in the purse fell into his left hand.

Fang Yu clenched his left hand, and with a hard effort, there was a gurgling friction sound in his hand.

Fang Yu spread out his left hand, the spirit ring in his hand had disappeared, leaving a pile of mixed powder.

He blew on it, and the powder fluttered into the air, like the next wonderful snowfall.

Fang Yu looked at the spiritual cultivator lying on the ground again, he was motionless and breathless, he was already a corpse.

Is he really dead?

Fang Yu didn't believe it, such a master, but in the blink of an eye, because of an inexplicable illness, his soul returned to the underworld.

Fang Yu is the best at deceiving people, what he is best at is this way of truth, falsehood, falsehood, truth.

Seeing him lying motionless on the ground, an idea suddenly rose in Fang Yu's heart.

Whether he was really dead or pretending to be dead, Fang Yu had to try him again.

Fang Yu strode forward and walked straight into the wine shop.

There are three huts in total, one is a dining room, one is a kitchen, and one is a bedroom.

As soon as Hua Xiangrong saw them move, he slipped into the dining room. When she first started, she only peeked out of the dining room window.

Later, Fang Yu got into the battle for no reason, and she looked at Fang Yu as if she saw an emotionless killing machine.

Hua Xiangrong was so frightened that the six gods didn't dare to look at it anymore, she leaned against the wall with her back, and her body collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

She didn't want anything else, she just hoped that this demon king of the mixed world would leave quickly.

Lingxiu Zi was lying on the ground, without any breath, but he knew the sound of the outside world very clearly.

From the thatched hut, there was a loud scream.

Then Fang Yu held Hua Xiangrong in one hand and slowly walked to his side.

Fang Yu casually threw Hua Xiangrong on the ground, he squatted down, and sat down on her chest and abdomen at once, like a tiger out of the cage, and firmly choked her neck with his right hand.

Although Hua Xiangrong is a monster, she has not practiced martial arts, and at most she is much stronger than ordinary people.

The only thing she could do now was to reach out and kick her legs and feet.

"I'll count three times, and if you don't get up again, I'll kill her immediately..."

"Three!" Fang Yu exerted his strength slightly, and Hua Xiangrong felt as if his neck had been hit hard by a hammer.

The severe pain made her have no strength, and she went to kick her legs and punch again, and her hands and feet fell to the ground weakly.

"Two?" Fang Yu didn't believe that he would not save her if he saw her die, so the strength in his hand was a little bigger.

Hua Xiangrong felt that her neck was like a bulging balloon, and if the other party pushed a little harder, her neck would be broken.

Hua Xiangrong opened his mouth, but he couldn't squeeze out half a word in his mouth. In his throat, he could only make a soft sound of oooh.

Her eyes opened and closed, and tears rolled down her eyes. She looked at him with affection in her eyes, hoping that he would show mercy and let her live.

"One..."

The spiritual son lay on the ground, still motionless.

Hahaha!

Fang Yu burst into a wild laugh, this laughter was spread far away by the wind, and the green plum leaves seemed to be rustled by this laughter.

"Okay, very good!" Fang Yu looked at her with pity and said in disappointment: "Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame him for not saving him when he dies!"

After speaking, Fang Yu's hand slammed into force.

Click...

There was a crisp sound that could be heard clearly from Hua Xiangrong's neck, and then her head was tilted, her mouth was open, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She died like this, unjustly.

Ling Xiuzi lay on the ground and continued to be motionless, he was such a selfish person, as long as he didn't have a deep relationship with him, even if Fang Yu killed ten more people and a hundred thousand people in front of him, he would still be indifferent.

Fang Yu stood up and stood in place with his fists clenched. His mouth opened slightly, and there was a faint bitter taste at the base of his tongue.

He turned to look around, and it was so quiet, so frighteningly quiet.

The wind was gently blowing, blowing through his hair and rustling the leaves on the green plum tree.

Birds, standing on the branches, singing chirping songs in their mouths.

Fang Yu felt that everything around him was still, only the anger in his stomach had nowhere to put it!

"Ahh

Boom knock...

A large hole in the wooden wall was punched out of the size of a dustpan, and the cracked pieces of wood in the wall splattered to the ground.

Fang Yu was angry and angry, and walked into the dining room through the big hole.

Although Lingxiuzi is now in a state of suspended animation, he is still clear about the perception of the outside world.

Bang bang bang ...

Lingxiu heard the chaotic cracking sounds of tables, chairs, plates, saucers, wine jars, cups, etc., coming from the room, and these sounds were in different sequences, and the pitch of the smashed ones was high and low, and the timbre was also distinctive.

Fang Yu seemed to have become an all-round performer, exerting all his strength to stage a majestic symphony.

However, it can still be imagined that Fang Yu is now in a state of flux, like a mad cow with furious hair.

He ran rampant through the house, punching and smashing, only in this way could he vent all the displeasure and dissatisfaction in his heart.

Bang bang bang...

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard nearby.

Whew...

There was a strong smell of smoke in his nose, and the spiritual cultivator knew that he was setting fire to the house.

Fang Yu clapped his hands and walked outside the house contentedly, he looked up and watched the flames grow bigger and bigger.

In a few moments, the whole house turned into a sea of fire.

Whoa...

The fire burned as if it were about to crack the sky.

Thick smoke covered the sky and the sun, and hell suddenly came, and there was no grass growing everywhere on earth.

Fang Yu sighed, leaned over and carefully picked up Hua Xiangrong, and slowly walked towards the green plum tree.