Chapter 114: source

No one at the scene spoke. Only the uneasy neighing sound of the war horse that the Yin family rode.

And Xiao Zhe just stared coldly at Yin Mingyang, who was crying and crying where he was holding his son's corpse, without saying a word.

After a long time, Yin Mingyang raised his head. His face was full of tears and snot, no longer the majesty that everyone had just seen.

He is just a father who lost his beloved son now.

"Why, why are you doing such a cruel thing?" Yin Mingyang burst into tears, staring at Xiao Zhe firmly, "Why do you want to take my son's life?"

"Your Excellency, Earl Yin Mingyang, in fact, your son brought people to trouble me!" Xiao Zhe raised his eyebrows and said, neither humble nor humble, "I am just forced to defend myself!"

Although Yin Mingyang showed his true feelings, it aroused the sympathy of some people to a certain extent. But when Xiao Zhe thought of Yin Hui's virtues, the compassion that had just risen disappeared.

"Since my son wants your life, why don't you give it to him obediently?" Yin Mingyang put down Yin Hui's body, stood up straight, pointed at him and said angrily, "I am a son who only has such a small request, why don't you Promise him?"

A gust of wind blew by, and everyone was speechless. This also included the Yin family guard who came with Yin Mingyang.

Xiao Zhe was dumbfounded, he looked at Yin Mingyang without speaking for a long time.

It's not that he is scared, but he really didn't expect that there are such people in this world, and there are such fallacies?

However, Yin Mingyang just looked at him like this, as if it were a matter of course.

"I finally know who killed your son!" Xiao Zhe sighed and said slowly, "It's not someone else, it's you, your extremely sad father who personally pushed your son into the abyss!"

"No, it's you!" Yin Mingyang slowly drew out the long sword and pointed it at Xiao Zhe. "You refuse to listen to my son and refuse to die. Who else can it be if it is not your fault?"

Xiao Zhe held his forehead with his hands, he really didn't know what to say. In the face of such an unreasonable person, the only thing you can do is to be more unreasonable than him.

"Give it to me, avenge my son, kill him!" Yin Mingyang said viciously, "Kill this monk, reward 10,000 coins!"

The guards Yin Mingyang brought this time were all elite players of the Yin family, with a total of three senior fighters and a dozen intermediate fighters.

These guards glanced at each other, and then followed his orders, each brandishing their weapons, and rushed up.

Xiao Zhe was completely irritated, and he no longer had any reservations.

A fire dragon more than ten meters long swept towards them with a suffocating heat. The ordinary people were already far away, but they still couldn't stand the temperature and kept retreating.

Wherever the fire dragon goes, there is really no blade of grass. These high-level fighters who could stand alone in other places, as well as those middle-level fighters, were swallowed in an instant.

These people didn't even have time to scream, they turned into black shadows, printed on the ground.

More than a dozen mid-level and high-level fighters were killed without saying a word, and it was too late to give their last words.

"Oh!" When many onlookers saw this scene, they couldn't help bending over and vomiting wildly.

Yin Mingyang didn't vomit, the expression on his face didn't even change, he still looked hideous.

Lord Earl was already frightened.