Red Boy stood in the high ring, and at a glance he saw Yang Wushu lying on the ground in the distance, covered in injuries. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This guy is so badly injured, he hasn't died yet, and his vitality is tenacious enough, Ma Dan, is he related to cockroach Xiaoqiang?"

The red boy muttered in her heart.

Yang Wuving, who had a blue nose and swollen face, lay on the ground dying, his slightly squinted eyes full of anger.

He hated the red boy to the core, and he couldn't wait to pull out the red boy's skin, pull the red boy's tendons, and crush all the red boy's bones.

However, now he is only a defeated subordinate of Red Boy, and he is not capable of doing this at all.

At this moment, the Heavenly Demon Sect Sect Master Lu Yin appeared beside Yang Wuyi, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the two disappeared in the Jindan Division.

After the red boy jumped out of the ring, he walked directly to the preparation area, where Xiao Hei was waiting for him, and the Bull Demon King and the Iron Fan Princess also dared to come to celebrate the victory of the red boy's competition.

"Brother Hong, you are so amazing!"

Little Black and Red hugged each other tightly.

"Child, when you are competing on the stage, my mother is still worried about you!"

Princess Iron Fan stared at the red child's face, and her loving gaze refused to leave.

"Mother, it's okay, in fact, that kid's whip is a piece of garbage, and he is not even qualified to tickle your son!"

The red boy pursed his lips and smiled.

The Bull Demon King stood beside him, a relieved smile on his face.

It can be said that when he himself was as old as the red child, he didn't know what cultivation was. How could he have such a talent as a son?

In the next game, Red Boy passed easily and finally successfully entered the top 100 in the Jindan Division.

And that Yang Wuving, after taking an elixir for the treatment of internal and external injuries, his body temporarily recovered a little, so that he was able to complete the next game and barely entered the top 100. Otherwise, he may not be able to make it to the top 100.

"Yang Wushu was beaten to the ground by the red boy. ”

This news quickly reached the ears of Yang Yue, the king of the shell, and he was honestly waiting in the office of the law enforcement team of Ten Thousand Demon City, and he immediately gritted his teeth with hatred.

Ma Dan, Bull Demon King, Red Boy, you are so lacking in virtue!

It's not enough to bully me, it's to beat my precious son like that!

His grandmother's, what you two did was really not a demon's doing!

The anger of Yang Yue, the king of the shell, was burning hard.

"On the 14th, Yang Yue, go to the interrogation room. ”

A high-pitched male voice sounded in his ears, and Yang Yue, the king of the shell, could be regarded as relieved.

Yang Yue stood up and walked towards a transparent room, he could see at a glance that there was a soundproof formation here, but this formation was also to enhance the confidentiality of the interrogation process.

There were two true immortals in black robes sitting in the room, looking at Yang Yue in front of them with contempt, and the arrogance on their faces was about to explode.

Yang Yue knew in his heart that these two interrogators with much higher cultivation than himself were definitely not good birds, so he decided that even if the anger in his heart rushed to his head, he would suppress them alive.

"Your name is Yang Yue?"

"Hmm. ”

"Your crime is the crime of polluting the public environment of Ten Thousand Demon City, do you admit it?"

"Hmm. ”

"You really have the face to admit it!

"Please pay attention to your words. ”

"My words are your business, I can use them however I like!"

"You ......"

"What are you, if you really have the ability, don't stay here! Tell you, Lao Tzu is here to criticize and educate you!"

"You...... Don't talk too much. ”

"Aren't you just a shell? Hmph, I think I'm too much, Lao Tzu has a noble Tmall bloodline, and it's not your turn to educate me here!"

Hearing this, Yang Yue's face was as black as coal, he couldn't bear it anymore, and replied:

"Hey, didn't your noble family teach you to speak well?"

When the true immortal who had been interrogating Yang Yue heard this, he immediately became anxious, slapped the table, and shouted:

"Ma Dan, are you tired of being crooked? You are a shell lang, your son is a shell lang, and your whole family is a shell lang!"

And the other true immortal didn't open which pot to mention, and said in a weird manner:

"Yo, if I'm not mistaken, your son should be Yang Wuving, who participated in the Jindan Top 100 Competition. Yang is invincible, hehe, you didn't expect that your son was beaten by a little kid named Red Boy for the first time. ”

The sarcasm mixed with this true immortal's voice deeply pierced Yang Yue's heart.

Yang Yue was already very sad, and even more so when he heard these words.

Immediately, the anger he suppressed in his heart was as if he had encountered a pile of dry firewood, and it burned with a "whoosh", instantly spreading everywhere in his blood.

People in anger tend to lose their minds, and their IQ drops to zero, and so do demons.

Yang Yue couldn't hold back any longer, and yelled at the interrogator in front of him:

"Fuck you, shut up!"

As he spoke, he wanted to pat the treasure bag hanging from his waist.

However, just as his palm was about to touch the treasure bag, the two true immortals quietly controlled him.

Suddenly, Yang Yue felt as if his body was wrapped in something, he couldn't move his hands, his feet, and he couldn't even blink his eyes.

Yang Yue sat on the broken bench for the interrogators, motionless, and his expression was very painful.

"Haha, it's really beyond your strength, fighting with Lao Tzu, you're still a little tender!"

The true immortal who was born in the Tmall clan laughed loudly at Yang Yue, the king of the shell, without any scruples.

Yang Yue's rebellion ended in complete failure.

Subsequently, he was completely helpless against all the insults and difficulties of these two true immortals, so he could only endure them all.

Because during the interrogation of the interrogators, Yang Yue had the bad idea of attacking the interrogators, so the two interrogators decided to keep him in prison for a few days so that he could remember it for a long time.

The true immortal of the Tmall clan picked up the brush and approved a line of dashing characters in the result column on Yang Wuving's interrogation draft:

This demon was stubborn, and even criticized the failure of education, so it was decided to be imprisoned for ten days. ”

After the approval, another True Immortal informed Yang Yue of the results of the interrogation.

When Yang Yue heard this, he immediately expressed his dissatisfaction and asked, "Rub, why is it so long?"

"Damn, you're still too short of days, okay, I'll give you a little more. ”

Immediately, the true immortal holding the brush quickly added two in front of the "ten", and then read aloud:

"Twenty days!"

"Rub it, you're too ruthless, aren't you?"

", still complaining, then thirty days!"

The true immortal of the Tmall clan scolded, held a brush in his hand, waved his big hand, and added a horizontal under the word "two".

Yang Yue completely wanted to cry without tears, even if there were thousands of grievances in his heart, he had to swallow it in his stomach.

He was very annoyed and blamed all this on the Bull Demon King and the Red Child.

In sharp contrast to his tragic situation, the Red Boy's family is celebrating in the Forget Worry Building, enjoying a happy life. (To be continued.) )