The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 172
The writer blurted out, "Because you love me."

Qiao Na looked at him disdainfully, "Because you are not worthy, you are not worthy to let me suffer for revenge in the underworld. The most terrifying thing about a person is never death, but life is worse than death."

From the general's defeat to his death, it was an extremely painful experience.

Qiao Na took a deep breath, "It's because you have deepened your desires, thought you were strong, and wanted to find me in the previous life, right?"

The writer opened his mouth, and was about to speak, but was poohed by Qiao Na again.

"Are you arranging me to go on a picnic and remind me of my past life, is it really for my own good?" Jona put on a high-ranking look, as if seeing through all the writer's thoughts, and sneered, "Come on, you want to make up for yourself It's a pity, if your broken knife wants my life, you will still send me out, it's so affectionate and disgusting."

The writer yelled, "No, no, I really love you, I really regret it, I can give you everything."

Qiao Na raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Then you die now, use your knife to stab your heart."

The writer's pupils shrank heavily, of course he couldn't do such a thing.

Qiao Na took a step forward and continued, "No way, can't it be done? You hurt my brother more than once, right? You still want him to commit suicide now? I think it's you who should really die."

This sentence, like a knife, cuts in the writer's heart.

"You, what do you think?" The writer trembled, "But why did you let me die? Only I can use the ghost knife, and only I can rule the world with you."

Qiao Na raised her head and sighed, thinking that this man's brain must have been smashed.

The words are absolutely incomprehensible, because he is a lunatic.

"Desperate." Not only did Qiao Na not move forward, she started to retreat instead.

She always kept a certain distance from the writer, not because she was too tired to walk slowly, but because she gave herself enough safe space.

Although she is out of control, it doesn't mean that when the writer goes crazy, she won't get hurt.

"Is it Qiao Yimo or Fu Moshen." The writer suddenly lowered his voice, "What are they?"

Jona sneered, "Something? Didn't you write the book? Don't you know?"

The writer trembled, "Yes, it was mine, but..."

"It turns out that you only know how to rewrite fate, but you don't know their past and present lives." Qiao Na suddenly realized, "Do you think that Qiao Yimo and Fu Moshen's past lives were ordinary people? It's because of a hand in your hand." You are forced to rewrite your fate? Don’t be dreaming, you can’t afford to offend them.”

The writer suddenly yelled and rushed towards Qiao Na, "Xiu, you can't leave me."

Just as he was about to approach Qiao Na, a red light bounced him away.

Jona turned and ran away, only to hear Joan shout, "Joanna, I'm here."

When Jona was running towards Joan, the writer got up from the ground and ran towards Jona again, but the result was the same.

He was bounced far away.

Qiao Yimo sneered, "Dear writer, when you write, you should at least figure out who we are?"

The writer trembled, "Who the hell are you?"

Who knows?Qiao Yimo also wanted to know who she was in her previous life.

Fu Moshen stood in front of Qiao Yimo, "The formation has been set up, you should go to the underworld with us."

As for whether this guy is alive or dead, he should be punished.

Instead of going any further, the writer started to run in another direction.

"No, we have to trap him in the formation." Qiao Yimo's words fell, and Qiao Na called "Brother".The corpse called out by the writer actually started to attack Joan.

After all, Qiao An is alone, even with Zhou Nianci's protection, there is no guarantee that he can escape unscathed.

This is the writer's strategy.

Among them, the one with the most weaknesses is not Jona, but Joan.

Because Qiao An had to be distracted from protecting Qiao Na and preventing the destruction of these people's bodies, but if this continues, I'm afraid it won't last.

"Tsk!" Qiao Yimo made a strange noise with disdain, "Fu Moshen, go help."

There was no tension on her face, but she felt that she clearly didn't take them seriously.

This kind of boring attack can only be imagined by people who have not experienced major events.

Qiao An retreated again and again until Fu Moshen stood in front of him and reminded him, "These people are no longer alive."

"But!" Joan said angrily, "He's so hateful."

Fu Moshen sneered, "He can't escape."

Because Qiao Yimo began to expand the scope of the formation, and the writer couldn't escape.

Sure enough, the writer screamed and fell to the ground fiercely, as if he was being entangled by something, and was being dragged back into the formation little by little.

When he turned his head and glared at Qiao Yimo, he found that Qiao Yimo was the only one, "Hahaha, you are on the order." Qiao Yimo was upset by his laughter, and when he placed the order, he also placed the order. What a joy.

This guy is laughing so hard his gums are showing, it's disgusting.

"How can that girl like someone like you?" Qiao Yimo said disgustedly, "Looking obscenely, acting dirty, pulling a little brother on the street is better than you."

"You still want to be a general? My God, the people who follow you are probably blind."

The writer was so angry that he yelled, took out the ghost knife, swung the knife to make a false cut, and really asked him to cut a "way of life".

He got up desperately and swung the knife vigorously, "I want to write, I want to write."

Write what?
Of course, it is to "write" all the people who stand in his way, and control their behavior.

The ghost knife "buzzed" in his hand, as if uncontrollable, it shook the writer's tiger's mouth to bleed.The writer became more and more frightened, "What the hell are you guys?"

The big formation under Qiao Yimo's hands has always trapped the writer in it, and is ready to put it away at any time.

The writer turned to a certain side, screaming, "What are you doing in a daze, kill her, kill her."

what's on that sideThere was even a corpse under his control.

As long as you think about the ghosts in the underworld, you can know how many corpses there will be in the writer's hands.

Definitely one piece.

"You are really vicious." Qiao Yimo said angrily, "Fortunately, you died early. When a person like you becomes a general, I am afraid that all the soldiers under you will be dragged down to death by you."

The formation is done!

Qiao Yimo waved his hand suddenly, shouted "Gao Lang", and the ice blade appeared immediately.

But in the direction where the ice blade crossed, a piece of ice flakes flashed out immediately, and the ice flakes touched the corpse and spread rapidly.

Almost in a second or two, the corpses were frozen in place, making it impossible for them to take another step.

(End of this chapter)