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Then, Shan Jue, the leader of Qiyao Pavilion, quickly took out a white pill, and then swallowed it with trembling lips. After a few seconds, the wound of his mouth was slightly improved, and the shaking amplitude of the whole person was slightly reduced. Then he took a deep breath and his eyes flickered.

"Murong Lord Murong... "

"It's him It's that asshole! That bastard named Fang fan

"He is cruel! He's the one who made me look like this

"Lord Murong! You You must avenge me

"I I just used to want to say hello to him and make friends, and he cut off my hand and foot, and And my tongue My tongue was broken in it by his staff with a dagger

"Lord Murong! You must make the decision for me, kill Kill Fang fan! Avenge me

"Lord Murong, I am the young master of Qiyao Pavilion in Qiyao holy area. You and my father have met before..."

Shan Jue, the young master of Qiyao Pavilion, spoke with a heavy nasal tone.

Although the white pill he had just swallowed temporarily restored his speaking ability, it was obvious that there were some other sequelae.

A pair of blood eyes of Shan Jue, the young master of Qiyao Pavilion, is so staring at Fang fan that he would like to directly rush up and eat Fang fan's flesh and blood!

He had never been wronged by such a long time, and his resentment could not be contained at the moment!

The endless killing intention in the heart surges to gather, wish to roar directly!

Shan Jue, the young leader of Qiyao Pavilion, was so excited that he held his hands directly at the skirt of Murong language when he spoke, and the blood color was gradually displayed in the skirt of Murong language.

Murong, a plump and beautiful woman, frowned and looked dissatisfied. Then she stepped back a few steps.

"Fang fan!"

"It's you who hurt him?"

"How do you explain it?"

"If you make trouble on my warship, you really have the courage of a bear heart leopard!"

Murong, a plump woman with a light smile, spoke and then strode to her face with a different look on her face.

Fang fan shrugged his shoulders in secret. Looking at the woman's expression, it seemed that there was a sense of success in treachery?

Does this woman still want to take advantage of this opportunity to punish him?

Fang fan raised his eyebrows, and then stood up from the little slave, Xue Ling, with a pale face.

"Er..."

"Lord Murong, this matter has nothing to do with me..."

"He came to grab my seat first, and I told him to roll away, but he had to come to attack me and even rob my little slave girl..."

"He started first, but I chose to fight back out of self-defense. Is that wrong?"

"If there's something wrong, it's also the fighting power of this guy. It's too spicy..."

"It's not his fault, but if you have to pretend to be forced, it's his fault..."

"I just teach him a lesson for his father, so as not to cause disaster in the future."

"To say, he came to provoke me first and wasted so much of my time. Should he compensate me for some mental loss or something?"

Fang fan raised his eyebrows and said sincerely on his face that he really felt that this was very important and that there were too many things related to it That's too much!

"You..."

"You're lying!"

"Lord Murong! He's talking nonsense

"He is flouting your authority when he injures me like this."

"He must be killed!"