Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1780: Failed to survive, kneel down and beg for mercy
  Zhang Yan looked at Aoying and said.

"I don't like you, so I'll cut you open and wash my god-killing spear with blood."

Naoying shrank his neck as he thought about it.

He didn't want to be the soul killed by Zhang Yan's God-killing Spear.

Zhang Yan was not soft-hearted at all. He aimed at the shrinking soldiers and generals and beat them randomly.

The dragon's tail hits the bodies of the shrimp soldiers and generals.

His mouth bit the neck of a shrimp soldier, and with a click, the shrimp soldier died in his mouth.

Zhang Yan's determination frightened Aoying out of his wits.

Aoying crazily crawled over to grab the fan that was thrown away by Zhang Yan on the ground. He wanted to protect himself. He didn't want to die!

Zhang Yan will not be merciful to enemies who want to kill him.

He is not a kind person, so he can be so kind to keep these guys who want his life.

No matter how pitiful he is, he is not worthy of sympathy.

All Zhang Yan can do is to be as ruthless as possible against his enemies.

If you are not cruel to your enemies, the only person who gets hurt is Zhang Yan himself.

Zhang Yan already has a fairly clear understanding of this point.

Therefore, after killing these soldiers and generals, Zhang Yan will not feel soft-hearted, nor will he feel that they are innocent or guilty.

Zhang Yan turned his eyes and looked at Aoying, who was squirming on the ground.

He looked up to the sky and roared, then rushed straight towards Aoying.

Zhang Yan, who had recovered his dragon body, now had no problem covering Aoying with his entire body.

Aoying's true form is also a dragon, but his legs are shaking now and he has no ability to get up and fight back.

Zhang Yan's dragon face magnified in front of Aoying's eyes.

Ao Ying's tears fell one by one on her cheeks.

"I didn't mean to kill you. Just let me go."

"Let me go please."

Aoying kept moving back.

Long's eyes stared straight at Aoying.

He wanted to see all the filth in Yaoying's heart. Duoying shrank his neck in discomfort.

The further Aoying retreated, the closer Long's face got to him.

Finally, Naoying was forced to a pile of sacks filled with gold, silver and jewelry.

Long's face tilted away from Aoying's neck, and Aoying shivered.

Zhang Yan picked up a pearl necklace and handed it to Aoying.

How can Aoying still have the time to look at these gold and silver jewelry?

All he was left with was a series of sobs.

It's midnight, who can come out at this hour and save him.

All the soldiers and generals brought out by Aoying were beaten to death by Zhang Yan.

There is absolutely no way that my brother Ao Lie would come out to see how the results of Aoying's battle were being harvested.

He must be deep in sleep, just waiting for Aoying to hang his head and be scolded the next day.

The more Aoying thought about it, the more helpless he became, and the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.

"Don't you like these gold and silver jewelry very much? Come on, wear them."

Zhang Yan's voice rang in Aoying's ears.

The heat sprayed out from Long Shen's words was even stronger, and Aoying's whole face was threatened.

Aoying cried and begged for mercy.

"Please let me go. We just did it on a whim, and we didn't mean to offend."

"Look, there are several sacks of gold, silver and jewelry here. You can take them all. If it's not enough, I can give it to you. I have it. I have a lot of pearls. Can I give them all to you?"

"Just please can you stop."

Aoying no longer wants that noble dignity in front of life.

He was scared silly now.

"Put it on!"

Zhang Yan's voice was full of unquestionable certainty.

Zhang Yan was like a demon in hell, biting away at Yaoying's nerves bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)