Misidentifying his own father: the supernatural son, the spiritual doctor mother

Chapter 123 The Wrath of Nangong Chenyan [3]

"Mother, you said that when there are only generals and handsomes left in the end, is it true that Shuai directly beats the generals to pieces?" Xiao Xiaoling asked slowly from the side, and Lin Xiaoling's fear was eliminated by most of it.

Fortunately, she was still thinking about whether she should protect the flowers of the motherland, and blindfolded her son's eyes, so as not to let him see such a bloody scene since he was a child.

This guy with feelings is much more courageous than her. Anyway, she is also a doctor, or a neurosurgeon. If she really wants to go into the operating room, she can do surgery to see nerves, bleeding, bones, intestines, heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. Unexpectedly, her psychological endurance was not good, and it should be quite poor - if compared with her own son.

What kind of freak did she give birth to?
"Hey, mother, there is really only one general left on the opposite side." Just as he was distracted, Xiao Xiaoling cried out in a low voice. Lin Xiaoling looked up and saw that Wei Yuanying's chess pieces had been eaten up by Nangong Chenyan. He was the only commander left.

From such a distance, she could see big drops of sweat rolling down Wei Yuanying's face, watching Nangong Chenyan slightly closed his eyes, and sighed: "Your Majesty, the old minister has lost."

If according to the previous rules, the general loses, then the handsome should kill a "chess piece" and smash this "general" into pieces.

Wei Yuanying obviously thought of this too, there was a silence around, and the man in black standing beside the rope kept looking at Nangong Chenyan, waiting for his order, and doing what he should do.

"It's really rare for Master Wei to admit defeat." After a long time, Nangong Chenyan sent a sentence in a lazy tone with his special evil voice: "You all step down, and I will do the rest!"

Wei Yuanying's legs trembled, but he still could only sit on the chair and couldn't move.

Nangong Chenyan's long and narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly raised his hands.

With just such a slight lift, a powerful airflow suddenly appeared around him, it was a fighting airflow, and only one person in this world could do it—the eighteenth-level fighting airflow.

With his palm facing upwards, his slender five fingers spread slightly, and he drew a perfect arc in the air. With just such a light stroke, the powerful fighting air immediately covered the entire surface of the artificial lake, including the one with A "chessboard" made of hemp rope.

"Boom!" With a sound, the Dou Qi turned sharply and slapped directly on the "chessboard" and those "chess pieces". Suddenly, there was a huge wave on the calm surface of the artificial lake, combined with the flesh and blood that was almost shattered in the air, they were thrown to the highest point, and then It fell down one after another, as if it was raining blood.

If one ignores the smell of blood in the air that is countless times thicker than before, if one ignores the blood red in the artificial lake and the color of the drizzle in the sky, everything is almost too beautiful to be true.

Nangong Chenyan's dark red figure stood in the rain of blood, his hands were kept in a horizontal posture, his beautiful and alluring face was slightly raised, like a priest praying devoutly to the sky.

The whole scene is eerily beautiful and chilling, but it is also extremely beautiful, amazingly beautiful.

Lin Xiaoling was lying in the grass and almost couldn't stand up, but he heard the person in the commander-in-chief order plainly: "Send Master Wei back to his residence."

After all, he had already stood up, and that bright red figure was particularly dazzling among a group of men in black.

(End of this chapter)