Chapter 672: Pull out your hair to see if you accept it

In Ye Wuxin's eyes, Yang Yiyun smashed the left wing of the Wind Thunderbird Demon King with a fist, but it was not over yet, and then she saw Yang Yiyun's body flash and land on the Demon Queen's back.

Then raised his fist~

At this time, Ye Wuxin closed his eyes and silently mourned the Demon King in his heart: "It is also the blessing of your mutant Demon King who cultivated in your previous life to provoke Young Master Yang~"

"Bumpy~"

"Roar, roar~"

Next, Ye Wuxin heard the sound of Yang Yiyun's fist hitting the flesh, of course, the sound of a fist hitting the Demon King and the Demon King's screams.

Ye Wuxin could hear the screams of the mutant Demon King, full of boundless anger and deep helplessness. Maybe the Demon King didn't expect it to be so miserable, right?

Or more, I never thought that Yang Yiyun would be so...so shameless.

The key to the violent beating is to not change the place, just hit one place, and it almost makes the Demon King almost vomit blood.

Yang was riding on its neck, but he beat his neck violently, all the feathers on the neck were beaten up, and the sky was full of white feathers flying.

As for Yang Yiyun, he remembered the old man's words, but he was beaten hard, until the demon king surrendered, so from the beginning, he didn't stop the violent beating when he caught the opportunity.

It's more refreshing now, and he rides directly on the neck of the Demon King and swings his fist, making it more refreshing.

While he was playing, he was still asking: "Is it convinced?"

"Bumpy~"

"Not convinced?"

"Bumpy~"

The answer was a scream of anger from the Demon King.

After half an hour of beating wildly, even Yang felt his hands sore, but he still didn't stop and was beating wildly.

But I was thinking: "Listening to this beast's voice is still full of anger, is this not convinced? No, it seems that it is not acceptable to continue this way, and we must find a way."

After this thought fell off, Yang Yiyun saw an interesting scene in the light.

He was grasping on the neck of the Demon King with one hand, and violently beating with the other hand, and the Demon King was screaming with every punch he hit, but he did not show any signs of being soft, but at the feet of the Demon King. In other words, the claws are constantly moving.

It's normal to move the paw, but it's weird to be beaten.

The strange thing is that when Yang Yiyun saw the Demon King moving, he was still hiding from the feathers on the ground. It was the feathers that fell from its body, and it looked like he was afraid of being trampled on.

Although Feng Thunderbird is a mutated bird king, its feathers are ordinary feathers, and there is no uniqueness. Yang Yiyun knows this very well.

But this beast did not forget to circumvent his feathers when he was being beaten, for fear of trampling, which is abnormal.

There can only be one reason for not trampling on his own feathers, and that is that the Wind Thunderbird Demon King cherishes his feathers very much.

When thinking of this, Yang Yiyun suddenly smiled badly.

Whether it is a person who doubts monsters, beasts, monsters, or other creatures, there must be a soft spot on the body. This dead spot is not necessarily a deadly spot on the body, it may be an inconspicuous place or thing in the eyes of others, it is a dead spot.

Now Yang Yiyun is thinking about it, Feng Thunderbird Demon King’s death hole is its snow-white feathers. What if all the feathers on the Demon King’s body are plucked out?

See you surrender or not?

When beating you violently, you are really tough, so change your mind to deal with it.

Immediately Yang smiled and changed his fist into claws.

The white feathers on the neck of the Wind Thunderbird Demon King began to pull.

"Puff puff puff~"

The hand is fast, and feathers fly up in the sky while waving, like large swaths of goose feathers and big snowflakes.

Hahaha laughed and said: "You guys plucked out your hair today, see if you accept it?"

"Roar~"

The Demon King yelled angrily and wanted to throw Yang Yiyun off his back, but how could Yang make it as he wished. Besides, if Yun Tianxie's powerful spirit could suppress it, the Demon King really couldn't help it.

In Yang Yiyun's domain, he was suppressed invisibly, and one of his wings was cut off. Now he can't even keep his hair.

In the demon king's roar, Yang Yiyun finally heard a tremor.

He was overjoyed in his heart, he guessed right, this beast feather was its dead spot.

Unexpectedly, I am not afraid of being beaten up, but I am afraid that my feathers will be plucked out.

After finding the soft spot of the Demon King, Yang Yiyun started even more ruthlessly, plucking out more than half of the feathers of the Demon King's neck in a few swishes.

"Roar~"

At this time, the cry of the Demon King was startled, full of vibrato.

When Yang became more and more proud, and when he raised his hand to start a new round, a turning point finally occurred.

A begging for mercy came in my mind: "Don't don't don't, stop, stop this king surrendering, I'm convinced~"

The voice sounded very crisp, like a teenager speaking, with a begging and fearful tone in his tone.

Yang Yiyun was taken aback. After reacting, he laughed. He knew that this was the voice of the Thunderbird King of Variant Wind. Although it was not a word of speech, he could use his mental energy to transmit sound directly into his mind to achieve the purpose of communication.

"Really served? Fake?" Yang Yiyun said directly, he didn't use mental energy, anyway, the Demon King could understand.

"This king... I've taken it~" Feng Thunderbird was still a little bit hesitant in his voice.

Yang stared, snorted, and then plucked out two large feathers.

"Ah~ I really took it, I really took it, don't pull the feathers of this king~" The demon king's mental power transmission screamed like a pig in Yang Yiyun's mind.

"Hehe, really surrender, just show sincerity to your buddies, and if you hear a sentence that your kid dares to be king in front of your buddies, pull out your hair and have a barbecue, believe it or not?" The appearance of the villain's success ate the Demon King to death.

After a few breaths of silence, the demon king said: "The little demon is willing to hand over the mark of the demon soul of his life to surrender to his master~"

After speaking, Yang Yiyun saw a pure white light flying from the top of the Demon King's head, and then turned into a pocket-sized version of the Thunderbird flying towards Yang Yiyun.

Yang Yiyun knew at a glance that this was the mark of Feng Thunderbird King's destiny and soul. As long as he was in charge of this mark, he was in charge of the life and death of the Demon King, and the Demon King's soul could be scattered in a single thought.

Without the slightest politeness, Yang Yiyun directly collected the Demon King's soul mark into the sea of ​​consciousness with a move.

The next moment he felt an invisible connection with the Demon King. What evil intentions the Demon King had towards him could be felt right away, and if the owner of Yang Yiyun died in the future, the Demon King would follow suit. The soul flies and the soul is scattered, this is the power of mastering the imprint of the destiny and soul.

But the death of the Demon King was not affected by Yang Yiyun's master in the slightest.

It is conceivable that in order to survive, the Demon King will desperately fight for the safety of the master Zhou Hu Yang Yiyun.

The spirits between Diaoer and Houdoudou are not tolerated. Diaoer and Houdoudou are equal to Yang Yiyun. They can sense each other, but their deaths are not affected.

However, Feng Lei Niao Demon King is completely an unequal contract, which is tantamount to a life-long contract to sell one's body. Under the control of Yang Yiyun, the demon king can die within a single thought.

Then Yang Yiyun happily said, "Okay, you will be called Xiaobai from now on~"

While speaking, Yang Yiyun jumped from the Feng Thunderbird King's body and finally let it go, but the large circle of feathers on the Demon King's neck was plucked out, making it bald and ugly.

"Master... can you change your name, this king... Oh no, the little demon is the supreme you demon clan known as the wind and thunder anyway, master, you little white, are you too bad?" said the demon king cautiously, of course It was still the mental power to communicate with Yang Yiyun, and now that the demon soul of his life was given to Yang Yiyun, the communication became more convenient.

Yang stared, "Just call Xiaobai, don't bargain with me, in the last sentence, pluck out your hair~"

This sentence is heavier than the penalty for the Demon King Feng Thunderbird, and he quickly said: "Yes, yes, don't say anything about the little demon. From now on, the little demon will be called Xiaobai. You can call it whatever you want, the master."

The dignified and mutated Wind Thunderbird King is now completely surrendered to Yang's darkness.

"It's pretty much the same, I said Xiaobai, as long as the owner is obedient in the future, he will still be very reasonable, understand?" Yang is really proud at this moment.

"Yes, Xiao Bai understands that the master is the most reasonable and best master in the world." The Demon King was suffocating and flattering. He was afraid that someone would pluck his hair if he didn't agree with him.

Yang is a rare old man with a red face: "Ahem, ahem, I don't think that you are also a shameless bird, haha, but this lord likes you who love to tell the truth... well, it's a bird."