Godly Arrogant Son-in-law

"Sure!" Fu Ling was still smiling. He raised his hand, pointed Zhou Yi's hand to his nose, gently pressed it down, and then said, "if this space is not closed, you can't leave, but if you have to leave, unless your cultivation can reach the heaven and earth realm!"

The voice dropped and the hand of Fu Ling waved, and all the people in the stockade regained consciousness instantly.

Then he turned to Zhou Yi and said, "this is the only chance. You should be careful."

After that, he looked at those kneeling on the ground with a smile and said, "your lives are all on this brother's body, but I believe that as long as you speak obediently, your life may be saved! Ha ha...

before the Funing laughter disappeared in Zhou Yi's ear, the shouts of those people in the stockade began to ring.

"Please let go of the gods, my Lord

"Yes, please. We will repay you for our work as cattle and horses."

"Spare your life, immortal, spare your life!"

Listen to one after another of the shouts, and then look at the side of that smiling Fu Ling, he just feel his head is a little bit bigger.

"What are you waiting for? As long as you kill them all, the test is really over! " The voice of Fu Ling sounded like a magic spell in Zhou Yi's ear.

Zhou Yi turned his head and took a look at Fu Ling. Then he grinned and said, "if you do this together, I can't beat you!"

His voice did not deliberately avoid those people, and also deliberately raised some tone.

Fu Ling raised his head and his eyes flashed with surprise, but then returned to normal.

But his words were heard by those people, but it was a different meaning.

They knelt on the ground and looked at each other, and a flash of fire flashed through their eyes.

The fire fell on the grassland, and in the blink of an eye, it would be a very wild gesture, completely turning a green onion into ruins.

That's also the fire of hope. If Zhou Yi really said that he couldn't beat all the people here, would it prove that if only they started together, they would have a greater hope of surviving.

The government spirit here is still considering what Zhou Yi means in the end. Dozens of strong young people over there have risen bravely and rushed to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi didn't think about it. He ran quickly to the distance. While running, he was still shouting: "I can't beat them, but I can't beat them!"

However, Zhou Yi's pace is very vigorous, and his running direction is also very skilled. These people seem fierce, but no one really catches him.

And a lot of times, their hands have caught Zhou Yi's clothes, and in the blink of an eye they let people run.

Fu Ling's eyes in the distance have been staring at Zhou Yi's body. He narrows his eyes slightly and doesn't know what he is thinking.

However, when he was running, Zhou Yi suddenly let out a cry, and then he directly fell to the ground.

Those who followed him immediately buried Zhou Yi's figure completely.

Then there was a scream from the crowd, and then it was louder and louder.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me!"

"Don't hit me in the face, don't hit me!"

"Oh, my crotch, my crotch!"

"Don't kick your stomach. Oh, my stomach!"

Zhou Yi's cry was a heartrending cry, which was just unbearable. Even if you don't have to look at it with your eyes, you know how miserable he was beaten.

It's not necessary to kill people like that, but it's not necessary to kill people.

Gradually, Zhou Yi's cry is getting smaller and smaller.

But those who hit people didn't mean to stop. They yelled: "kill him. If he dies, we can live!"

"That's right. Let's work harder!"

At this time, Zhou Yi, surrounded by people, suddenly raised his voice: "Fu Ling, I'm your ancestor. If you don't do it, I'll be killed!"

After that, Zhou Yi did not know where to get his strength. He struggled out of the group of people and ran to the direction of the spirit.

At this time, Zhou Yi was in a lot of confusion. His clothes had been torn, his hair was in a mess, his face was blue and purple, and his running steps were not very stable, and he was slightly staggered.

As he ran, he still yelled, "Fu Ling, I tell you that even if I die, I will pull you up to be a cushion."

The people behind him chased him, ignoring Zhou Yi's shouts, and were getting closer and closer to him.

And Fu Ling's expression is also uncertain.

In his eyes, Zhou Yi's figure is getting bigger and bigger, and the pursuers behind him are getting closer and closer.

As soon as he raised his hand, he just wanted to open Zhou Yizhen, but he found that his hand was suddenly stabbed by something. In such a flustered time, Zhou Yi had already rushed up to the top of the mountain, crushing the spirit of the palace directly.Then those people swarmed in, surrounded the two people in the middle, another punch and kick.

This time, Zhou Yi called it miserable. In fact, the most miserable thing is not Zhou Yi, but the ears of Fu Ling.

Zhou Yi's voice, which can be compared to a beautiful tenor, rings in Fu Ling's ear, which makes his ears numb and his temples ache.

Fu Ling wants to get up, but Zhou Yi hugs him so tightly that he can't move at all.

I don't know when the two of them took a 180 degree turn. Before that, Zhou Yi was on the top, but now the spirit of the mansion is on the top and Zhou Yi is on the bottom.

The villagers' fists fell like raindrops, but all of them hit the back of Fu Ling. But even so, Zhou Yi's shouts did not stop and became more and more exaggerated.

"Stop fighting. It's killing me!"

"Don't kick me, I can't stand it!"

Oh, people just react here. They can also kick directly with their feet.

Fu Ling:...

"don't hit me with a stick. Ouch, you'll kill me directly!"

Oh, you can also use sticks, so several young people took advantage of the mess to pick up sticks.

Fu Ling:...

in fact, Fu Ling can't be killed, but it's really humiliating to be surrounded and beaten by so many people. Just for a while, he was in a mess with Zhou Yi.

Moreover, he wants to stand up. Zhou Yi's two big hands, which are like pincers, are tightly hooped. Most importantly, the aura in his body has somehow gone wrong, and its operation has become a little laborious. He has carried it several times, but it is still blocked.

"Oh, don't take a knife, don't take an arrow, I'll die in a moment!"

Zhou Yi's deadly voice came from under him again.

Fu Ling glimpsed with his remaining light that he had already left several villagers. It was estimated that he had gone to get a knife.

"You let me go, I'll give you the spirit power, and you'll kill them all!" Fu Ling had no choice but to sigh.

"No, give it to me now. I'm afraid you'll get up and I'll die!" As soon as Zhou Yi heard what he said, his hands tightened.

"Good!" Fu Ling clenched his teeth and nodded. Then he raised his hand and clapped it behind Zhou Yi. A strong force suddenly rushed out of the room, and all the people around him were instantly swept into the air by this force