The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 2089 words of coercion
When Shan Jue, the young master of Qiyao Pavilion, heard that Fang Fan still wanted to ask him for some mental damage fees, his mentality exploded...

Can this really work?
I'm the victim, okay?The victim suffers the greatest grievance, okay?When is it your turn to cry out here?

Shan Jue, the young master of Qiyao Pavilion, took a deep breath, clenched his fists silently, all kinds of thoughts gathered in his mind, and the veins on his forehead burst out...

Fang Fan curled his lips. At this moment, he was really afraid that this guy would burst his veins and die if he couldn't think about it for a while...

"Shut up!"

"stop fighting!"

Murong Yu, the third-rank red-clothed Archbishop of the first-class Light Alliance Temple, gave a cold snort, with a more or less disappointed expression on his face.

At first, I thought that if I caught Fang Fan's little handle, then I could rectify Fang Fan.

But now the overall look is a plot of a super dude who wants to do something, but is beaten back because of his too strong strength...

Although it is said that Fang Fan's shot was heavy, it cannot be said that there is something wrong with doing so...

Everything seems casual and indifferent, without any other mistakes.

Murong Yu, the third-rank red-clothed archbishop of the first-class Light Alliance Temple, frowned silently, all kinds of thoughts gathered in his mind, and then silently exhaled...

At this moment, the feelings in my heart are vividly displayed!
"It was you who made trouble on purpose! What is there to complain about being countered at this moment?"

"Is it possible that people still sit and wait for you to attack?"

"However, what you have done this time has indeed disturbed the internal order of the battleship. Each confiscated 1000 million low-grade star cores, and this matter is over!"

Murong Yu waved his hand, looking very tired.

In fact, Murong Yu is quite fair.

Fang Fan curled his lips, secretly feeling uncomfortable...

What the hell, you have to confess to tens of millions of low-grade star cores every minute?What's the matter?

Fang Fan glanced at Murong Yu's plump figure, if it wasn't for the fact that this woman would become his slave within a month, he would definitely refute...

But now... Even if he supports his number two female slave in advance?

"That's it?"

"Gone?"

The young master of Qiyao Pavilion, Shan Jue, stared wide-eyed, feeling unbelievable at this moment...

His ultimate goal is to kill Fang Fan!
Where is this?Confiscated tens of millions of low-grade star cores?
The key is that both of them were confiscated...

How could he accept it!
The young master of Qiyao Pavilion, Shan Jue, trembled his lips, looking extremely dissatisfied.

"Lord Murong!"

"unfair!"

"I have suffered so many injuries. That Fang Fan is the one who hurt others. Let him go like this. I don't accept it! I don't accept it!"

"He must be beheaded!"

"Only in this way can I be convinced!"

"Lord Murong, my father is the owner of the Qiyao Pavilion! My father is a strong man in the Holy Venerable Realm!"

The young master of Qiyao Pavilion, Shan Jue, was speaking, and then threatened secretly from the side.

Originally, Murong Yu really didn't care about what the young master of Qiyao Pavilion Shan Jue said, and was ready to leave directly, but at this moment when he heard this wave of threatening words, Murong Yu's eyes were instantly filled with coldness.

"so what?"

"Are you going to let your father in the holy state come to me to seek justice?"

"You can go to your father! I really want to see! Does the master of Qiyao Pavilion have the guts!"

Murong Yu let out a domineering cold drink.

(End of this chapter)