A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

This heart-warming kick was not light, and the old witch sat on the ground with her buttocks dodged to her waist, screaming aloud.

The little servant who was standing beside Master Song earlier ran away with his head down.

The two old women helped Mrs. Song up, she gritted her teeth and stared at her, panting and scolding: "You disrespectful bastard, how could your son be a father like you!"

Standing behind the firelight, Shu Ange and Chi Xiao couldn't help leaning back and forth with joy when they saw this dramatic scene.

The wind picked up in the middle of the night, and the fire was blown by the wind, and it burned even more vigorously.

The smoke billowed, and Mrs. Song ignored Mrs. Song and roared, "Why are you standing still, why don't you put out the fire quickly!"

The fire sent thick smoke, and Master Song was choked and coughed repeatedly.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, it's haunted, help!"

Shu Ange watched with relish, Chi Xiao picked her up, avoided the fire and smoke, and sat on a leafy tree in the courtyard.

The leaves were shaking, Chi Xiao separated the smoke and let Shu Ange sit on his lap.

He moved gently and carefully to avoid letting the branches scratch the person in his arms.

The flames soared into the sky, the little servants cried and howled, and water poured into the fire, not only did not weaken the fire, but the fire had a tendency to intensify.

Song Yue rushed out of the dark place with heavy resentment, grabbed a person and began to inhale Yang Qi.

He was completely insane now, his eyes were red and fangs came out of his mouth.

Shu Ange let out a snort, and stretched out his hand to push away the leaves: "Too much injustice will lead to suicide. The Song family shot themselves in the foot this time."

Didn't they spoil Song Yue? Shu Ange wanted to know what the old witch would do in the face of her son who turned into a ghost.

The person who was grabbed by Song Yue's neck to inhale the yang qi, kicked his legs and was scared to be incontinent.

When the others saw it, the fire couldn't help it, and they all fled from place to place, wishing to have wings on their backs.

Master Song had a look of horror on his face, and without saying a word, he turned around and ran away.

Shu Ange snorted and tugged at Chi Xiao's sleeve: "Husband, throw Song Yue to the old witch and the bad old man."

Although the servants of the Song family are bad, they are not guilty of death. The old witch and Master Song are the culprits who killed the original owner.

Chi Xiao snorted, carefully placed Shu Ange on the tree, turned into a sword shadow, and flew to Song Yue.

He ripped Song Yue's soul from the little servant and threw him onto Master Song.

"Ghost, Master, Young Master is lying on your back."

After the servant shouted tremblingly, he ran away.

Master Song felt a chill down his spine, and Song Yue was so afraid of Chi Xiao that he didn't dare to move when he was caught.

After Chi Xiao let go, he hugged Master Song's shoulders with a grin on his face, blew cold air into his neck, and at the same time pinched his neck with his hands.

Master Song got goosebumps and roared, "Song Yue, I'm your father, let go, let go quickly."

In the firelight, Song Yue made a strange scream, and his face was like a corpse.

Although Mrs. Song resented her husband, when she saw her son's soul entangled in him, she shouted anxiously: "Yue'er, that's your father, let go. Duan Yushu is in your room, you go to her, go quickly. find her."

Hearing Duan Yushu's name, Song Yue's Yaoyi's eyes turned even redder. He opened his mouth and bit into Master Song's carotid artery at once, and red blood rushed out.

Madam Song almost fainted from fright, and she didn't care about her husband, she stumbled and ran in the other direction.

Cries, the sound of houses collapsing, the sound of wind and the sound of burning fires are mixed together.

Shu Ange heard it clearly before, when the old witch was going crazy in Song Yue, she still didn't forget to bring misfortune to the east.

She broke off a branch and said to Chi Xiao, "Take me down."

Chi Xiao hugged a princess, put Shu Ange in his arms, and flew down the tree.

"Let me go by myself."

Shu Ange moved his wrist and clenched the branch tightly. After Chi Xiao put her on the ground, he hid his figure and kept following her.

The Song family was in chaos, and Shu Ange's leisurely demeanor was better than a leisurely progress, blocking the old witch's only path.

Seeing her with her head down and her waist down, she rushed over regardless, and Shu Ange stumbled on her.

Hearing a bang, the old witch fell to the ground, and her face was ashamed.

She poohed twice, raised her head and scolded: "What little beast without long eyes tripped Mrs. Ben."

Shu Ange burst out laughing, threw the branch and smashed it on the head of the old witch.

With a "pop", the old witch held her head, and after seeing clearly where Duan Yushu was standing facing the firelight, she called out, "It's you, you vixen, how dare you hit me. Come on, come quickly. Man, arrest Duan Yushu."

No matter how she shouted, the soldiers were in chaos, everyone just ran away, no one looked here, but Song Yue's strange eyes floated here.

When he saw Shu Ange, Song Yue accelerated his blood-sucking speed.

The old witch was struggling to get up, but Shu Ange kicked over, raised her wrist and slammed it down again: "Is it very powerful and enjoyable to beat people, is it comfortable to be beaten?"

She used a lot of strength to hit the old witch, and she grimaced in pain and hugged her head.

"You dare to hit me-"

The old witch was stubborn at first, and after the branches fell like raindrops, all she was left was howling and begging for mercy.

Shu Ange ignored her, the original owner's miserable appearance before her death came to her mind, and she beat the old witch who was rolling on the ground with all her might.

No amount of her sympathy will spill over to a person who harms innocent women.

Master Song gradually lost his voice, Song Yue threw him away like a rag, and rushed towards Shu Ange with resentment.

After absorbing the yang energy of two or three people and killing Master Song again, Song Yue felt that he had become stronger than ever before.

At this time, he just wanted to break Duan Yushu's neck and let her go to the underworld to accompany him.

"Hey hey hey..."

Song Yue's laughter was terrifying. He stretched out his claws-like palm and grabbed it towards Shu Ange Tianling Gai.

I saw a sword light, and suddenly slashed towards Song Yue's claws. He roared wildly and retracted his claws.

Mrs. Song was beaten by Shu Ange, and when she noticed Song Yue approaching, she cried, "My son, kill this vixen, kill her!"

When death was imminent, the old witch did not forget to pull her back.

Shu Ange smiled and kicked the old witch in front of Song Yue.

The old witch shouted and said in a panic, "Yue'er, I am your mother, the mother who raised you."

How could Li Gui be sensible, Song Yue was full of resentment, grabbed the old witch's shoulder, and directly pushed his fangs up.

Her son, who had been in pain for so many years, was caught by a thread in her hands, and the old witch screamed, "Help, help!"