Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 34 My name is Mo Ziyuan

"The giant wooden man suddenly turned into a pile of rotten wood without any attack power.

And because the wooden bird's claws were caught in the hands of the giant wooden man, the giant wooden man was torn apart by Brahma's terrifying power, and the strong aftermath caused the wooden bird's claws to shake violently in mid-air, and the iron lock also issued a "tearing" sound. Pull' sound.

At the same time, the wooden bird's body shook violently and unsteadily.

The little boy sitting on the wooden bird firmly grasped the wooden bird's neck, stared at Fan Qingtian who easily tore the wooden man apart, his eyes were full of admiration.

The body of this giant wooden man is not made of wood, but is made of an extremely hard fine steel. This giant wooden man was torn to pieces, how can this not be shocking.

"Okay, that's amazing." The little boy murmured in shock, completely oblivious to the danger that had come to him at this moment.

While the little boy was shocked, Fan Qingtian cast his bloodthirsty gaze on the little boy in an instant.

Sen Leng's eyes were bloodthirsty, and suddenly, Fan Qingtian directly pulled the iron chain of the bird's claw dangling in mid-air, pulled hard, and violently shook the chain connecting the bird's body, and the wooden bird completely lost its balance in an instant. , violently shaking and flying around.

The little boy came back to his senses after being frightened by the violent shaking of the wooden bird, and immediately shouted with the look of fear that a child should have, "Oh, help, help, mother, mother..."

Ignoring the little boy's cries for help, Fan Qingtian slammed on the wooden bird with a slap in the air.

The powerful blow immediately shattered the wooden bird. The wooden bird's body was scattered in all directions, and the accompanying cold snowflakes fell from mid-air.

At the same time, the little boy sitting on the wooden bird screamed and fell from mid-air.

At this moment, Fan Qingtian's figure flashed, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the neck of the little boy who fell in mid-air.

The little man's body was hung in front of Fan Qingtian. Fan Qingtian was expressionless, his bloodthirsty eyes revealed cruelty, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the little life in front of him was very interesting.

The little boy put a pair of small hands on Fan Qingtian's hands that were pinching his neck, trying to break away from Fan Qingtian's hands, struggling with Kong Kong's feet.

But after struggling a few times, the little boy gave up struggling.

Because the more the little boy struggled, the harder Fan Qingtian strangled his neck.

The little boy's face was flushed because of being strangled, but Shui Ling's eyes did not reveal fear, but a trace of desolation.

Am I dying?The little boy had a painful face, but his eyes were fixed on Fan Qingtian's bloodthirsty face. He liked this big sister very much. He fell in love with this big sister at the first glance.

He had no mother since he was a child, and he really wanted to let this big sister he liked be his mother, but now he was about to die at the hands of his favorite big sister.

Dad said that it is also happy to die in the hands of the person he likes. At this moment, he feels happiness, but he also feels reluctant to part with it at the same time.

The little boy squeezed out a word with difficulty, "Mother..." A tear dripped from the corner of his eye.

Fan Qingtian, who was strangling the little boy's neck, was extremely excited when he saw the little boy's dying and struggling painful expression, but when he saw the little boy struggling, he stopped struggling and instead looked at himself with a sad expression. Calling for mother, as well as the tears in the corners of his eyes, suddenly hurt Fan Qingtian's eyes.

The bloodthirsty red eyes gradually faded, replaced by indifferent amber eyes, all the bloodthirsty aura around him was taken back, and the indifferent Fan Qingtian once again recovered.

Fan Qingtian was slightly taken aback, seeing that he was about to die from being strangled by him, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, the poor and painful little boy, a light flashed in his eyes, he immediately let go of the hand that was strangling the little boy's neck, and lifted the little boy In my arms.

The snowflakes falling all over the sky fell profusely on Fan Qingtian and the little boy, giving people a lonely but warm picture.

Feeling the bone-eroding cold, Fan Qingtian didn't care about the child in his arms, his figure flashed quickly, and he immediately completed the last step of unraveling the formation.

At the moment when Fan Qingtian broke the last step of the formation, a series of directions of breaking the formation just now released a silver-blue light, connecting the eighteen directions that Fan Qingtian stepped on into a complicated line at an extremely fast speed. Lines.

Then I heard a 'click', and the scene like a universe was split apart like a broken mirror, followed by the scene in front of me turned into little fluorescent lights, and finally disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Fan Qingtian stood in the main hall in the organ formation, and the torches in the main hall were flickering, illuminating everything in the main hall.

In the main hall, there are two giant wooden figures that Fan Qingtian met in the formation just now. Eighteen blue crystal beads are inlaid on the top of the hall, which are obviously used to activate the Xingluo formation. There are sawdust scattered on the ground, and there are gears, which are the giant wooden man and the wooden bird that were destroyed by Fan Qingtian forcefully.

At this time, the little boy in Fan Qingtian's arms hugged Fan Qingtian's neck tightly, panting violently, to replenish the air for the lack of oxygen just now.

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Fan Qingtian didn't know why there was a child here, and reached out to break the hands of the little boy hugging her neck to let him go to the ground, but the little boy hugged Fan Qingtian tightly. The neck made Fan Qingtian helpless.

Fan Qingtian finally gave up his intention of putting the little boy on the ground, and supported the little boy's buttocks with one hand, so that it would not be too strenuous for him to hang on his body.

"Why do you, a little baby, appear here?" Fan Qingtian asked indifferently.

Sensing that Fan Qingtian didn't want to put him down, the little boy who had regained his vitality wrapped his hands around Fan Qingtian's neck, raised his head lying on Fan Qingtian's shoulders, and looked at Fan Qingtian.

A cute and pleasing face was magnified in front of Fan Qingtian's eyes, and the unnaturally flushed face had returned to normal, but there were five fingerprints of Fan Qingtian pinching his neck left on his fair neck.

He was not afraid because Fan Qingtian wanted to kill him just now, but looked at Fan Qingtian with surprise in his two obsidian-like eyes, and his soft and soft voice was full of joy, "Mother, I am Mo Zi Abyss, Mo Ziyuan's ink, Mo Ziyuan's purple, Mo Ziyuan's abyss."

After finishing speaking, he kissed Fan Qingtian directly on the cheek, leaving a trace of Mo Ziyuan's crystal-clear saliva on Fan Qingtian's face.

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Fan Qingtian was scorched by the thunder, and Pingbo's face was a little surprised. When did she have a son, why didn't she know.

(End of this chapter)