Chapter 1176: Voice from hell

Her voice was awe-inspiring, and she wanted to kill everyone around her.

The blood was in the air, and everyone was blushing.

For those around you, no matter who they are, as long as they are alive, they will slash them unscrupulously!

Killing, bloody, screaming, wailing, and flying away.

People who are alive should always beware of killing people around them, and they should kill people around them as much as possible.

Outside the space cage, you can't hear the screams inside, but you can see the **** scene.

These three cages are like **** on earth.

All people have only one purpose-to win! !

They only saw the death of others, but did not see the price they had to pay for this purpose!

Those outside who were waiting to see the excitement were silent.

The real blood and the imaginary excitement are completely two concepts.

Suddenly they were very thankful, glad that they did not become one of them!

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In the black account.

The demon **** sat quietly on the animal hair, closed his eyes and quietly, the corners of his lips were smiling, like a lotus flower.

"Yan'er, did you hear that?"

Yan'er was standing in front of the tent, looking at the space cage outside, her eyes a little complicated.

Hearing the call of the demon god, he suddenly reduced the look in his eyes and turned around with a smile.

"Master? How quiet is outside, how can there be any noise?!"

"This is the voice from hell, the call of death, the baptism of blood, the rebirth of life!!"

He slowly opened his eyes, looking at Yan'er.

"Your heart is sympathizing with them?!"

Yan'er's face changed slightly: "Master, no!"

"I heard the change in your breath... What are you worried about?!"

"No, I just think these people are really ridiculous!" Yan'er's eyes flashed, and she said with a smile: "They only know that this is a good thing to lose pie in the sky, but they don't know that there is nothing good in this world!"

With a smirk, she put a petal in the green tea and presented it with both hands.

"Master, you said, why didn't no one ask how the former master of Killing Ling was?!"

The demon **** took the tea cup with his left hand, but embraced her with his right hand.

"For them, they can only see the immediate benefits and the wealth brought to them by the killing order, but they cannot see the death brought to them by the killing order!"

Yan'er's eyes turned slightly, and she groaned: "Master, this killing order...what the **** is going on? Why does everyone who gets it end up like that?!"

The pupils of the demon **** shrank suddenly: "That end? Have you seen it?!"

"No, Yan'er doesn't care about the messy things! Yan'er only needs to serve the Lord and feel comfortable!"

She smiled and kissed the lips of the demon god, but a strange luster flashed through her eyes.

The demon **** seemed to be unaware of her strangeness, laughed and hugged her under him, caressing the soft body wantonly.

"Yan'er, listen to what the Lord said, don't be too curious, otherwise it will kill you!"

Yan'er's eyes stared out suddenly, as if being suppressed by an external force, almost bursting open.

Her face was also burning at that moment, red like bloodshot.

The demon **** slowly got up from her, his eyes cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Yan'er, there is a saying that if you want to think about others, you can't do anything unless you do it! You really think. Don't I know what you do?

Yan'er's eyes were shocked and desperate, but she uttered a word desperately.

"No... I didn't..."