The villain wants to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors every day

Chapter 223

Shen Fanxing paused and said, "In the final analysis, you are too arrogant, thinking that this thin thread can't bind you at all. However, you seem to have forgotten one thing, this is my territory. Here, As long as I think about it, even the sharpest weapon in the world cannot cut this thread."

"Really?" The man looked at her coldly.

Chu Yanzhi's eyes were so cold that Shen Fanxing didn't dare to look directly at them, so she looked away spinelessly, and said quietly, "Friend Daoist, you and I have no grievances or enmities, there is no need to do it for a little devil Let's die. Why don't you and I take a step back, I'll let you go, you won't be entangled with me anymore, what do you want?"

Shen Fanxing wasn't sure about Chu Yanzhi's origin, and he knew that if he could tie Chu Yanzhi once, he would not be able to tie him for the rest of his life. If Chu Yanzhi got away and settled accounts later, he might not have any good fruit to eat.

It is better to regard peace as the most important thing than make troubles to death.

Chu Yanzhi sneered as if he had heard something digested, "Do you think this seat will let you go?"

Shen Fanxing's mind was punctured, and his face froze.She squinted at the man who was entangled into a cicada chrysalis in front of her. He was obviously the one who fell behind, but he still had a superior posture, which was really detestable.

"Who wants you to let it go?" Shen Fanxing lifted his chin slightly, pinching the man's neck with some annoyance, just like he did to her before, pressing his small face closer, threatening in a deep voice, "Don't forget, you are still here now." In my hands, as long as I move my fingers, you will die completely."

"You can give it a try." The man stared at her coolly, his pretty thin lips moved, "You'd better make me lose my soul, otherwise"

"Otherwise what? Let me die without a place to die?" Shen Fanxing chuckled, retracted her slender fingers, and said quietly, "It's a pity, I can't die at all."

After living for thousands of years, Shen Fanxing was tired of living. If someone could really make her die, she might thank him.

"Can't you die?" Chu Yanzhi suddenly smiled, with killing intent flashing across his eyes, "I would like to give it a try."

The moment the voice fell to the ground, all the filaments on the man's body burst, and in just one breath, the positions of the two were reversed, and Shen Fanxing became the one who was strangled by the neck.

This time, Chu Yanzhi didn't give Shen Fanxing time to beg for mercy, but only heard a "creak", and Shen Fanxing's slender neck was pinched off by the man.

The sharp pain hit, Shen Fanxing looked up in disbelief, "You"

How exactly did he do it?
This is a dream she wove. Even a highly cultivated immortal can only be manipulated by her in her dream. Why did he break free from her shackles so easily?

At the last moment when his consciousness was withdrawn from his body, Shen Fanxing still couldn't figure out what kind of existence this plague god was!

Chu Yanzhi cast a cold glance at Shen Fanxing, who had lost his breath, and raised his lips mockingly, "You can't do what you can."

The man let go of his fingers, and Shen Fanxing collapsed on the bluestone floor like a puppet who had lost his soul.

The man stepped over Shen Fanxing's "corpse" expressionlessly, and called out in a cold voice, "Come on, drag her out and bury her!"

When the servant saw Shen Fanxing's "corpse", he was astonished, but he didn't dare to say anything. After all, in this deep house, killing an insignificant servant is not a big deal.

Soon Shen Fanxing was dragged out by the servants like a tattered rag.However, what made the servant's hair stand on end was that Shen Fanxing cheated on the way.

(End of this chapter)