The mood of the God of Yulong was excited.

I don't know why, it seems that the death of the prodigal son Yu is happier than getting the body of the prime minister and the favor of Yanyang.

He and the prodigal son Yu really met for the first time, and he had never been wronged or hated, and before that he was just a stranger, a famous stranger, and he didn't like it.

This feels so strange, is it the destiny of heaven, or is there something hidden in it, and it seems that my heart is under control, and I feel a little uneasy.

Unable to find the slightest reason, the hand of the Yulong Heavenly Lord trembled uncontrollably, and slowly stretched out his trembling hand to the prodigal son, his face was a little red, and he was excited.

should have added a punch to make the prodigal son feather die more completely, but the Yulong God seemed to have forgotten, and he couldn't help but want to turn over and take a look to confirm life and death.

He touched it, but he became gentle, and with the most gentle force, he gently turned the prodigal son feather over, as if he was afraid that he would hurt something.

It's such a contradiction that he can't think of a reason, he is the god of Tengsheng, no one can control his heart, he can only move with his heart.

Looking at each other, the prodigal son slowly opened his eyes, blinked, and smiled gently.

Rub and rub...... , Yulong God is like a frightened bird, backwards and hurried away, not flying, but retreating, without even turning around.

The speed was very fast, faster than when he flew in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he was back in place, and his heart fluctuated, what happened to him.

It's like being a thief, today's Yulong makes him feel strange and strange, he shouldn't be like this.

"What's wrong with you, bitten. The third male dominates the mountains and asks dissatisfiedly.

The five tigers were all dissatisfied, the sound of the hind legs of the Yulong God broke the peace, they just wanted to stand quietly for a while, and it was also very inexplicable, they should be happy to win, but they just wanted to be quiet for a while.

And today's Yulong always makes them feel a little awkward, not so on weekdays, although they are still so gentle and polite to the five brothers, but they always feel that something is wrong, even to the point of some groveling, although the heads of the five people are not bright, but they are also very sensitive, their hearts are simple.

He ...... He...... He's alive. ”

The Jade Dragon Heavenly Lord gasped and stammered a little, and spoke briefly.

"No way, I see you're hooded. ”

"No one has ever been able to withstand the force of our five blows, and they are still alive. ”

"It seems that God is ill today, and he is blind. ”

"No wonder I feel that God is having something wrong today, and I can't tell what's wrong. ”

"It must be old and demented, old and dizzy, even the courage has become smaller, and the majesty of the usual days is gone. ”

Maybe someone can have more moves than five people, and they can also block the moves of five people, but absolutely no one can stand still, without a trace of reaction, withstand the five blows, they can see clearly, the prodigal son Yu has no half of the reaction, as if he is waiting to die, looking for death.

If you can't even stab a person looking for death, you can directly wipe your neck and commit suicide, it's too shameless, which pair is majestic on weekdays.

"Really...... Really, I didn't lie to you, he's still alive. ”

The five tigers were noisy, and the Yulong Heavenly Lord became a little unconfident, and forcibly suppressed some panic, but he still stuttered a little, and he was really strange today.

What is he afraid of, there is no reason for hatred, and there is no reason for panic, what is going on, I really don't understand, and I can't allow him to think about it, he is confident, he doesn't believe it, who can secretly control him, or so without any signs.

Just wanted to get angry, but held back deeply, and the five tigers also became stunned and looked ahead, their mouths wide open in disbelief.

A white figure, independent in the wind, has an indescribable sense of beauty, if you don't look at the chest, it must be personable and independent.

The prodigal son Yu stood quietly in the wind, a few wisps of green silk were still blown by the wind and covered half of his cheeks, standing with a smile, as scary as a ghost.

Frightened, the Yulong God fled in a hurry, couldn't take care of anything, ran, ran fast, and went home, everything today was too scary.

It's not just the prodigal son Yu who is scary, but also himself, what's wrong with him, he must find out, his heart is so uneasy, life is important, his heart is upset, his life will be short, and what Yanyang can't match his own life.

So I can't take care of the slightest demeanor, today is very strange, very bleak, the demeanor is long gone, and it is no longer bad this time, I ran away, I just want to quietly find a reason to come out.

It's really like a ghost, although it's still so springy, but it's scary, and the faces of the five tigers have turned a little white, as if they were frightened.

is still so gentle and elegant, full of confidence in the wind, the northwest wind of golden autumn is cold, and the prodigal son feather, full of spring, can also give people a feeling of coldness, because there are five blood gurgling down.

Left chest, right chest, left abdomen, right abdomen, and a little between the chest and abdomen, five red spots with blood stains, distributed in the shape of plum blossoms, dyed the white clothes red, and couldn't stop flowing out.

I left a lot of it, kept it all the time, and slowly dyed the yellow earth in a radius of red, terrifying, blood gushed out incessantly, as if endless.

The blood that flowed out was much more than the body of the prodigal son, and it was about to become a river of blood in front of him, and it was still kept staying, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, and the blood flowing out was the size of countless prodigal feathers' bodies, and it couldn't be stopped.

looked at the five tigers lightly, smiled faintly, it was very scary, maybe the qi of Ruijin was really strong, and the prodigal son couldn't stop the bleeding, so he could only let him flow.

Helpless things, the prodigal son Yu never cares, isn't it just some blood, just keep it if he loves to flow, even if it flows to the earth, he is still the prodigal son, the smiling prodigal son.

"You...... You...... You're really not dead. ”

Fu Xiang Shengshi was dumbfounded, pointed at the prodigal son, and stammered.

The five tigers were also frightened, and even the departure of the Yulong God didn't care about it, it was really a ghost, it looked like a bloody one, not a ghost, or something, although he was smiling, and if he didn't look at the words below, it was also Yushu Linfeng.

Instantly became depressed, they suddenly thought that their self-confidence was also broken, the prodigal son Yu should die, how can he live, although he wanted to die when he was so quiet, and wanted to mourn from the heart, but their reputation for countless years was the most important thing.

He didn't answer, he still smiled like that, his expression didn't change at all, the five bloody mouths without flowers didn't hurt, there was no trace of pain, and the bloody saint crawled out of hell.

Walking forward slowly, the prodigal son feather walked very slowly, he has always been so unhurried, but he is not so unimposing.

Walking slowly can oppress people, dragging out a river of blood, unstoppable blood, bloody, more terrifying than ghosts.

staring at the prodigal son Yu with blood, like a ghost, a smiling ghost.

There is fear, but there are more questions, reputation is very important, so I can endure not moving, quietly waiting for the white and red figures, and gradually approach.

It may also be that their heads are not bright enough and they haven't thought about it yet.

The Yulong Divine Lord, who has a bright head, has long been flying in the dark.

Without the cold and murderous Xuanming, it is so nonexistent, and it is still quiet.

Quiet can make people forget him.