The villains are all my vests

Chapter 112

Chapter 112

The baby's smile froze.

Pan Long raised his head and took a quick look at Gu Zhihuan.

"Why, you're not willing to do anything to him?" Gu Zhi laughed.

The baby quickly restrained his emotions: "Why should I listen to you?"

"I'm just offering you a choice." Gu Zhihuan said, "Your reluctance makes me think that Pan Long is the president of your God Slayer Society."

"Nonsense!" the baby yelled angrily.

Gu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows: "Even if I talk nonsense, Panlong is not angry, why are you angry?"

Baby:"……"

The atmosphere instantly became weird.

Song Yu, Cang Yue and the others stood by Gu Zhihuan's side.

Wankong stared blankly at Panlong.

There was no emotion on Panlong's generous face: "You doubt me?"

"It's a confession." Gu Zhihuan corrected his words.

The corner of Pan Long's mouth twitched upwards: "What evidence do you have?"

"Evidence, I don't have it yet, but you should know if you try it." Gu Zhihuan patted Han Yue on the shoulder: "Beat him."

Han Yue half-closed his eyes.

The black robe is automatic without wind.

I didn't see him making any big moves, the long sword transformed into ink and ink had already slashed towards Panlong.

Panlong's fingertips shrunk slightly, watching the long sword neither dodge nor dodge.

However, Han Yue was more indifferent than him.

The long sword came menacingly, and the sound of piercing through the air was like a glow.

Seeing that the long sword was approaching his neck, Pan Long finally couldn't hold back and made a move.

But he missed the best opportunity at the beginning, when Panlong backed away, the long sword sliced ​​off a small half of his nose.

Blood flowed from the wound.

Han Yue's long sword stood in front of Panlong.

Pan Long licked the blood from his mouth, and smiled strangely: "How did you guess it was mine?"

Han Yue's fierce sword was not a temptation at all, Pan Long assured that if he hadn't avoided it just now, his head would have been separated from his body by now.

"Just now." Han Yue said coldly.

Pan Long frowned: "Are you playing with me?"

Gu Zhihuan was watching a good show with great enthusiasm: "Is the standard for joining the God-Slayer Association to be brainless? The person who guessed it was me, not Han Yue."

"Hehe." Pan Long sneered: "It's useless to talk too much, today, all of you must stay!"

Gu Zhihuan quietly leaned towards Han Yue: "Can you hold it?"

"That depends on what the reward is." Han Yue said meaningfully.

The calm smile on Gu Zhihuan's face froze.

Han Yue's hand slipped from Gu Zhihuan's waist.

Standing in front of Panlong, he raised his chin: "Come together, I'm in a hurry."

"It's really arrogant. This is the ugly face of the God Realm." Panlong raised his arms and shouted: "Everyone, fight with me! Take down this group of arrogant and ignorant people!"

Gu Zhihuan whispered: "This is the first time I've heard someone talk about gang fights so high."

Wang Da glanced worriedly at the gathered members of the Tushenhui: "Are you all right?"

"If Han Yue makes a move..." Song Yu didn't know what to think, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Before Wang Da recalled the meaning of Song Yu's words, Han Yue moved.

Countless ink paintings on the ground spread out and quickly transformed into the shape of vines, entangled every member of the God Slayer Society.

Pan Long frowned.

He raised his arms, and began to chant ancient and complicated incantations.

Han Yue spat out a word coldly, and saw the ink and wash turned into thousands of sharp swords, soaring into the sky, hanging above the Panlong, and descending from the sky with mysterious and powerful power.

Before Panlong could finish his spell, the sharp sword pierced through him.

Pan Long trembled, and knelt down straight, with an incredulous expression on his face.

The people in the God Slaughter Society on the side were also dumbfounded.

Spike.

This is definitely Chi Guoguo's instant kill.

Gu Zhihuan couldn't help covering her eyes.

She finally knew why the director of the Six Realms didn't bother to take care of this group of people doing things under her nose.

It turns out that no matter how hard they are, they are still a bunch of mobs.

Han Yue waved his hand handsomely, and the ink painting turned into a prison, covering everyone in the Tushenhui.

He turned around and looked down at Gu Zhihuan, grinning at the corner of his mouth: "How do you feel?"

Gu Zhihuan wiped his face, and said sincerely: "The villain died because of talking too much, so you must not chant too long spells during the fight."

"..."

"Huh?" Gu Zhihuan looked at Panlong in surprise.

A strange figure floated up from Panlong's tall body.

It's just that the separation was not particularly open, and the other people were focusing on packing and taking away the people from the God Slaughter Society, so no one noticed that something was wrong with Panlong for a while.

Gu Zhihuan tugged at Han Yue's sleeve.

Han Yue walked over with her knowingly.

Getting closer, Gu Zhihuan could see a middle-aged man in his 40s floating up.

This picture...

For a moment, Gu Zhihuan remembered where he had seen this scene before.

When Tao Xingchun died in Hengshui No. [-] Middle School, he also had this strange mutation.

Gu Zhihuan opened his eyes wide.

Unexpectedly, they ran into the "creator" of this world by mistake.

Recalling Jiao Pei's previous actions, she stretched out her hand tentatively.

As soon as he touched the phantom of the man, the phantom disappeared in her hands in seconds.

Gu Zhihuan's body trembled.

"Baby." Han Yue hugged her nervously.

For a moment.

Gu Zhihuan slowly opened his eyes.

In just a few seconds, a lot of things flooded into Gu Zhihuan's mind.

Including the birth and composition of this world...

In a trance, Gu Zhihuan had an unreal feeling that he could control the world.

"baby."

There was a bit of anxiety in Han Yue's voice.

Gu Zhihuan looked at him, as if he had finally descended from an unrealistic cloud and stepped on solid ground.

She hugged Han Yue violently.

The plan that the Slaughtering God Society had carefully planned for thousands of years was brutally suppressed.

Perhaps as they said, the gap between the strength of the demon world and the god world is getting bigger and bigger.

If things go on like this, the demon world will even be reduced to the bottom of existence.

Song Yu was worried about the imprints on Wan Kong and the others, so he got in touch with the World Master of the Immortal World, planning to take them back and let the World Master study what was going on.

It is not an easy task for the demon world to revive after this disaster.

A group of people returned to the Six Realms private club.

Song Yu was in a hurry to take Wan Kong and others to the fairyland.

Gu Zhihuan hesitated for a moment and stopped him.

For some reason, she could feel that she would leave soon.

"What's wrong?" Song Yu asked.

Gu Zhihuan said flatly, "Let's leave tomorrow morning."

"..."

"I'm hungry."

"..."

"With Panlong gone, there is no one to cook."

"..." Song Yu's mouth twitched slightly.

Lin Jinshui glanced at Gu Zhihuan: "Then leave tomorrow, I don't feel any discomfort, it's okay."

Night Sky also nodded.

Song Yu grabbed his hair in frustration: "But we don't know how to cook either."

(End of this chapter)