Great Heaven Sovereign

"Hum, don't think about it. We are killers. We have rules. I'm not strong enough to fall into your hands today. But don't be complacent. You can't live for three days, and the organization will avenge you." Said the killer.

There is no sense of being a prisoner at all.

Yang Fan frowned slightly at the speech.

Immediately put your hands on it.

Click!

He broke the killer's neck directly, and then without waiting for the spirit to appear, a flash of fire appeared directly in Yang Fan's hand, and the killer's body burned instantly.

"Very good. I admire people who speak the rules most." Yang Fan sneered.

And this sentence became the last sentence that the killer heard in his lifetime.

His spirit, devastated by the rosefinch fire, dissipated in a few breaths. He just didn't think about it until he died. Why did you die like this.

Why doesn't Yang Fan bargain?

Why didn't you give him some time to send a distress message

It's just a pity that he can never know this. Finally, he can only turn into fly ash in infinite reluctance.

"You just killed him? Don't you want to ask who is targeting you?" The little Firebird was so angry that he looked at Yang Fan and killed the other party. He looked helpless.

"Is there a difference? Whoever comes, just kill." Yang Fan said faintly, as if he had never taken it to heart at all.

Little Firebird: "

The rosefinch was directly silent. Looking at Yang Fan who continued to move forward, he finally said faintly:

"He has changed."  

"Isn't it normal? Isn't this change exactly what you want? Don't you want to temper him? Isn't it in line with the standard of the strong in your mind that he has become like this?" The chalk voice appeared at this moment, with a slight irony.

The little Firebird took a faint look at the chalk, didn't say much at the last sentence, and caught up with Yang Fan's footsteps.

When Yang Fan was a child, two figures suddenly appeared in the scene.

"Instant kill!"

"I don't even have a chance to resist."

They exclaimed, then looked at the direction Yang Fan left, finally gritted their teeth and took out the sound stone:

"The target strength is wrong. Be careful."

With a faint sentence, their figures disappeared directly.

At this time, Yang Fan has come to a village.

Yang Fan's heart suddenly calmed down.

Ahead, a bonfire, singing and dancing.

Suddenly, Yang Fan was confused. These people are just ordinary people without any accomplishments, but they seem to love life very much.

"Sometimes I really don't understand why I should practice. If I had really become a disabled person at the beginning, I don't know what kind of life it should be now." Yang Fan said faintly.

"If you had become a loser at the beginning, I feel that your grave grass should be three feet tall now." Said the little Firebird.

Yang Fan's face sank.

to spoil sb . 's enthusiasm.

I have just had a little feeling, as if I had integrated into this world and was pierced by a word from the little Firebird.

"Why? Don't you believe it? Think about it, your fiancee and your brother? Do you think you can live after you become an ordinary person?" Said the little Firebird.

Yang Fan was speechless.

He knew that what little Firebird said was the truth. If he really didn't wake up, he would be a warrior soul. Then waiting for your own destiny will be extremely miserable. Even if you want to be an ordinary person, it is impossible.

"Don't think about it. You haven't stepped out of the basic three realms now. You've even considered what's going on after the palace of life. Do you want to eat carrots and worry about it?" Little Firebird is another sentence.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly and didn't say much.

Just walk forward step by step.

"I don't know whether you came to our Ankang village late at night to pass by or to participate in our flower picking Festival." An old woman saw Yang Fan and took the initiative to greet him.

"I was passing by. When I saw a fire on your side, I came together." Yang Fan put away his momentum and said.

"So it is. The young master is blessed. Today is the annual flower picking festival in Ankang village. The young master can have a look. It's just time to watch the excitement and make a picture of Ankang." Said the old woman.

Yang Fan nodded and followed her forward.

Yang Fan casually found a place to sit down and looked at the young men and women singing and dancing in front of him. A look of envy appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help thinking of qianzhenye.

However, somehow, after thinking of qianzhenye, two figures appeared in his mind.

One is Su Hongyi, while the other is a woman who should not appear in her impression at all.

"Hold the grass, is it fake? How can you think of this woman?" Yang Fan was a little embarrassed. He immediately shook his head and forced himself to wake up.

At the same time, the old woman suddenly came close again:

"Young master, I'm from the city. I don't know if I can eat the wine in our small village. I hope you don't dislike a cup of light wine." Said the old woman.

Yang Fan quickly waved his hand:

"Thank you."  

With that, Yang Fan took the wine from the woman and drank it.

"Childe, are you interested in participating in our flower picking Festival?" The old woman asked again.

"What is flower picking Festival?" Yang Fan asked.

"Young master, do you think that girl is as beautiful as flowers? If any young man can get the girl's favor tonight, it's picking flowers?" Said the old woman, with a smile on her face.

Yang Fan glanced and nodded:

"It's really a water blowing hibiscus. She's a beautiful girl." Yang Fan's remark is not a compliment. The girl is just a mortal without any cultivation, but both her facial features and her temperament give people a feeling of purity like lotus.

"Young master, do you want to pick flowers tonight?" The woman suddenly asked.

Yang Fan was stunned.

Suddenly I felt something wrong.

"Sister-in-law, what are you talking about?" Yang Fan was puzzled.

"Hahaha, of course I have a crush on you. Young man, this girl is her daughter. Now her mother-in-law comes to see her son-in-law." At this time, several middle-aged men joked nearby.

"Go and ruin my good deed. I won't want to drink the wine made by my mother in the future." Said the woman.

"Ha ha ha."

"Young man, you're lucky. Your mother-in-law's wine is unique. You can't see the beauty after picking flowers tonight and drinking more wine in the future."

"Boy, come on, our Ankang village, but there are many excellent young men."

The crowd joked.

Yang Fan was so stunned that he felt speechless.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the face of a group of mortals, he has a kind of formality with nowhere to put.

Especially when he inadvertently saw the girl in the field looking at him with a kind of affectionate eyes, he had a rare feeling of panic.

"Sister Lu, marry me. I will guard your mountain in the future and make you healthy all your life." Just then, suddenly, a young man stepped forward, half knelt in front of the woman in the middle and began to propose.

Yang Fan smiled faintly, shook his head slightly and suppressed his mind.

To his surprise, the woman shook her head and looked at Yang Fan:

"Childe, would you like to be the mountain of Qingchuan?" The woman's red lips opened gently and said faintly.