Chapter 2: Master Waste (1)
"First, Ding Feng, the R-2 you injected me was also mixed with deadly poison. I will definitely die... right?!"
She has both medicine and poison and understands the changes in the body.
Within half an hour, she would die of organ failure.
"How...how did you know?" Ding Feng's expression was startled.
"Second... Sister, you want the Buddha bone... You know it's always in your hands..."
Slowly opened his palms, and Hades's fingertips pressed the corner of the Buddha's bone.
"This is a Buddha bone?!"
Fengming and Ding Feng were both shocked and looked at the stone with regret.
It turns out that the baby has always been in their hands, but they actually have no eyes.
"Third... Do you think that if you poison me, you can really get the Buddha bone?! I know that sooner or later there will be such a day, so I made a small modification to the Buddha bone... As long as I press it, let's It's over..."
He decisively pressed down with his fingertips in the sound of hell's laughter.
"boom……"
The tyrannical explosive force spread from the Buddha's bones and shattered everything in the room.
The air wave spread, and the entire icebreaker instantly turned into a piece of dust and sank in the cold sea.
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pain!
There was a burning pain on the cheek.
With a muffled hum, Hell's consciousness recovered a bit, only to realize that not only his face hurts, but his whole body hurts terribly.
She instinctively shakes her head to break free, but her head is held tightly by people.
"Fang Si, what are you doing? Can't even hold back the half-dead waste?!" The shrill voice shouted loudly.
"Pop!" A hot thing dripped onto his face, and the hurting Yama suddenly opened his eyes.
In front of him was a chubby boy in Chinese clothes, his face was greasy, his smiling mouth was about to crack behind his ears.
"Young Master Ling, do you feel a little pain? It doesn't matter, it will be fine in a while...Haha..."
He held a burning candle in his hand, and it was the candle oil that was dripping hot.
Hades tried to struggle, and found that his limbs were tightly held.
"Ling San Young Master, don't blame my brother for being cruel... Who made you offend someone you shouldn't offend? You deserve to be taught... Someone asked me to bring me a word. If Ling San Young still doesn't want to repent, then next time... ...It's not as simple as beating you..."
Ling Sanshao? !
who is it? !
Yan Wang remembered that he had been crushed to pieces and burned with Fengming and others. How could a fat man play S-M here now? !
The fat man was still croaking about something. He couldn't hear him anymore. A mess of memories rushed into her mind, making her gradually lose her intuition.
In the confusion, he noticed something approaching him, he was alert in his heart, slapped his backhand, and immediately jumped up.
"Wow..."
The medicine bowl was broken, and the decoction was scattered all over the place.
"Three young masters, I'm sorry, it was the servants who were not careful... Please also forgive the servants, please forgive the servants..." A little girl with a double bun knelt to the ground in a panic, knocking her head like garlic.
Young Master? !
He was taken aback, and finally remembered the messy memories in his coma.
That is not someone else's memory, but hers.
To be precise, it is the memory of the deity of her body.
Ling Luoyu, the only third-generation descendant of the Ling family, is known as Ling Sanshao.
The head of the Ling family was named Ling Bufan, who was also Ling Luoyu's grandfather.
He was a brave great duke who was pro-appointed by the emperor. He was hereditary, commanding half of the royal army and commanding the three armies.
Externally, he forcefully crushed the enemy and became known as the border crossing.
Internally, he has the right to dominate the opposition.
