Chapter 47 Self-inflicted
Holding back the burning pain in his body, the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile.
Hide behind and think I can't feel you?
Chen Haoran stretched out his fingers, and black flames came out of his fingertips.
Let you also taste the pain I am suffering now
The black flame burst out from his fingertips and accurately entered Jiang Xiaohe's abdomen.
"Huh, something seems to have gotten into my stomach just now."
Jiang Xiaohe touched his stomach suspiciously, and suddenly, he felt an indescribable burning sensation instantly fill his body.
Jiang Xiaohe couldn't help the hot temperature in his body and suddenly sat on the ground, and his whole body twitched violently.
At this time, Jiang Xiaohe only felt that his whole body was like a volcano about to erupt, and the axe in his hand could no longer be held steadily, and as soon as his hand was soft, the axe fell to the ground with a clatter.
Bear!!!
Black flames began to emerge from the pores of his body, and the flames began to gradually consume him.
"Wow, I don't want to die yet, who's going to save me!"
Jiang Xiaohe shouted loudly in panic while constantly slapping the flames coming out of his body.
"No one will save you, blame yourself"
Chen Haoran looked coldly at Jiang Xiaohe, who was slowly engulfed in flames.
"You and I won't let you go, ahhh!!hh
The flames spread up quickly, and before Jiang Xiaohe finished speaking, his whole body was already burning, and at the end, the roar full of resentment and unwillingness echoed in this silent factory for a long time.
Looking at Jiang Xiaohe, who was burned out by the raging fire, Chen Haoran sneered, and then walked towards the unconscious Wang Ziqiang.
Bang Bang Bang!
After a series of slaps, Wang Ziqiang's eyes widened in a daze, looking at Chen Haoran, who was like an orc in front of him, and his crotch, which had been dry, couldn't help but start to get wet again.
"Don't kill me! I'll give you a lot of money!"
Wang Ziqiang said in a trembling voice.
"Originally, I would have forgiven you for using those small actions to deal with me in the past, but now you have found such a group of murderers to kidnap Xu Lingxuan in order to deal with me, have you ever thought about the mood and situation of others!"
Chen Haoran didn't want to talk to him at all, and as soon as his spiritual sense moved, the axe that was dropped on the ground by Jiang Xiaohe suddenly flew over.
"See you again. ”
Chen Haoran grabbed the handle of the axe, looked at the trembling Wang Ziqiang, and slashed the axe with an expressionless face, and the latter's head instantly turned into two with a muffled sound.
One does not do two endlessly.
Chen Haoran forcibly held back the ** of the ghost flame in his body, took out his mobile phone from his already tattered pants, and patted it gently.
"It's good that it didn't burn out. ”
After speaking, he quickly dialed a number and commanded in a low voice.
"Listen, now immediately buy the school of Qinghai High School in the name of Haotian Group, of course, send a few people to replace those scum"
If Jiang Xiaohe and Wang Ziqiang were still alive at this time, it would definitely be unbelievable.
Chen Haoran bought a key high school as if he was talking about an inconsequential matter at this time, how much financial resources and power does this have!
Putting down the mobile phone in his hand, Chen Haoran looked at Wang Ziqiang, whose shell was broken, and Jiang Xiaohe, who was still burning, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"You are for your own selfish desires, but you are destroying yourself. ”
After speaking, he picked up the sleeping Xu Lingxuan and slowly walked out of the factory that had become a river of blood.
"Hmm"
Helping the unconscious Xu Lingxuan onto the motorcycle, Chen Haoran couldn't help but hold his chest and kneel on the ground.
Chen Haoran's eyes were very strange at this time, the whites of his eyes had turned black, and the pupils had lost their clear blackness before, replaced by pale white.
At this time, he was slowly reaching out to Xu Lingxuan with his blood-stained hand
I saw Chen Haoran twitching his body, and the outstretched hand suddenly turned around and plunged straight into his abdomen!
The black flames that came out of his body kept flickering, and pale flames began to emerge from his body.
His right hand was thrust into his abdomen, red blood gushing from his wounds.
"Get out of here, get out of here"
Chen Haoran covered his head and said slowly in a hoarse voice.
The black flames suddenly peeled out from the surface of Chen Haoran's body, and gradually formed a black flame figure, and from the flames, an extremely hideous face stretched out from it.
"I'm going to let you go this time, but next time, I'll tear you off and crush your spiritual sense, and I'll be in control of this wonderful body!"
Chen Haoran looked at the hideous self opposite in horror, and trembled slightly.
"Who are you?"
"Although I am a little unwilling, I can't help it"
The black Chen Haoran ignored Chen Haoran's question, turned into a nether flame again, and suddenly wrapped around Chen Haoran again.
The dragon scales and half of the dragon body on Chen Haoran's body gradually changed back to the appearance of a human, and with the entanglement of the Netherflame, Chen Haoran began to emit a large number of black Netherflame all over his body.
No, consciousness begins
Is it just going to be devoured?
Looking at Xu Lingxuan sleeping on the motorcycle with a blurred vision, Chen Haoran slowly fell to the ground.
Not long after Chen Haoran fell to the ground, Nether Flame emerged from his body, forming a black pillar of flame that suddenly broke through the sky!
At the same time, on the ancient hall in the depths of the Netherworld, the Netherworld Emperor opened his blood-red eyes wide, and stared closely at a large glass mirror in front of him, on which Chen Haoran was clearly reflected in pain and struggling in the factory.
After half a ring, the Netherworld Emperor slowly got up, and the corners of his mouth hooked up in an exaggerated arc to look at the evil Chen Haoran formed by the Netherworld Flame in the mirror.
"It seems that Cang has successfully planted the demon seed in the battle, so let's open the curtain next! Look, Saint! This time you will definitely lose!"
The rampant and eerie laughter echoed in the silent halls of the ancient palace, and the invisible terrifying coercion made the entire ancient castle tremble slightly.