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Hearing this, Black Scale became interested. Of course, he wouldn't sense Brett's existence, but he just didn't care. After all, the other party was just an ant.

But when Britt mentioned the Demon Race, he was a little interested.

He doesn't know how many Demon Lords and Demon Venerables he has beaten in his life, and how strong the Demon Realm is in his heart.

In a sense, Xiaofan can be regarded as the disciple and grandson of the big boss. He is very curious about who is worthy of the big boss's disciples to collude with.

Black Scale slowly turned to look at Brett: "Tell me, how did the people in my Qingyunguan collude with the demons?"

At the moment when the black scale came, Brett had already planned a hundred ways to kill him in his mind, but these methods were all left behind by him when the black scale turned around.

Looking at Hei Scale's terribly handsome face, Brett fell into a sluggishness.

He used to think that he only liked beautiful boys, but now he found that he was wrong, completely wrong!

It's only because I haven't met the right person yet.

Now, he has met!

"Ah ah ah, how beautiful this is, mine is experiencing unprecedented agitation! This feeling can't be wrong! This is love!!"

Hei Scale said indifferently: "So that's the case, is it the fetish for broken sleeves?"

He's lived so long and he hasn't seen anything, let alone **** or **** things.

For example, there are many androgynous monks in the cultivation world.

"I'll ask you again, how did the people in my Qingyunguan collude with the demons?!"

Seeing the black scale completely ignoring his attitude, Brett was instantly stimulated and pointed the gun at the black scale.

"Why are you so indifferent to me! Don't I understand my heart! I love you so much!"

"Huh~ It's amazing to have a gun."

Blackscale walked up to Brett and put his gun on his forehead.

"Shoot here and there, shoot, as soon as you shoot...my life is gone."

Black Scale's move made Britt stunned. Isn't that a fool to put his head on the muzzle like this?

"Tsk!"

Seeing that Brett didn't move for a long time, the black scales smashed, he pushed the gun on his forehead away, and slapped Brett's bare head with a slap.

"Give you a chance, you are useless!"

After he finished speaking, Hei Scale felt good in his hand, and he changed his hand and patted Brett on the head, raising his tone by the way.

"Give you a chance, you are useless!!"

Chapter 319 Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

The black scales stunned Britt with these two blows.

He has experienced so much ups and downs in his life, he has been a spy and has done assassinations, but this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.

"you…"

Snapped!

Black Scale slapped Brett on the head again.

"What are you, I tell you young people not to be too aggressive! It's easy to get into trouble!"

Britt is completely stupid, who is so angry now! You are slapping my head from start to finish, okay? And who is the young man!

I'm almost forty or fifty! You say I'm young? !

You come with such confidence!

Xiaofan, who was lying on the ground, stared at the black scale with his mouth open and dumbfounded. He never imagined that the Master Lingzun brought back by his master was such a person! When he was at Qingyun Temple, this uncle was always very kind!

That looks like a proper underworld big brother now!

If it wasn't for knowing that his real body was a snake, Xiaofan would have doubted whether Hei Scale was in the wrong place before.

After a brief shock, Brett came back to his senses, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.

No matter what he said, he was still a hero, and even if his status in the Georal Kingdom was not under one person and over ten thousand people, he was an irreplaceable existence.

Even the princess of the Georal Kingdom has to give him a bit of face. When did he suffer from such anger, and he clearly explained his love like him, why did he still refuse to accept him!

The more you think about it, the more you get angry, the more you take a step back, the more you lose!

With anger rising, Brett raised his hand and punched Heishan's face with a punch.

"Why do you do this to me! You know that I love you so much! Why do you do this to me! Do you know how sad I am!"

He continued to greet Blackscale's face with punch after punch, and his eyes were full of tears.

"I really love you, forgive me, I'll give you all my love, sorry! I love you! I'm sorry! I love you!…"

Britt was crying and beating Heishan. The person who was beaten was Heishan, but he felt burning pain in his hands. Could it be that it hurts in my heart?

This pain that is hard to remember, it turns out that this is love!

Britt, who was caught in the longing for love, didn't pay attention. No matter how hard he hit the black scale, the black scale's footsteps never showed any signs of moving.

Soon Britt got a little tired from beating, put down his hands and took a few breaths, and then Blackscale's contemptuous voice sounded.

"What? This won't work? Are you a waste!"

How can a man let others say he can't, especially the man he likes!

Brett quickly raised his head to refute, "Just kidding, how could I not, I'm super..."

Speaking of which, Britt glared at him, looking at Hei Scale's still terribly handsome face, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"How come you don't have any injuries on your face!"

Blackscale sighed, when did you have the illusion that you could hurt me? !

With that kind of strength, you still want to leave a wound on his face?

wishful thinking!

The maid who rubbed his back at the beginning must be a cultivator of the Jindan period, okay?

He slowly raised his fist and said, "Look, my fist, it's like this!"

After he finished speaking, he slapped Brett in the face with a light wave of his hand.

Hei Scale's punch was very slow. In theory, it should not be difficult to escape, but at this time, Brett felt that all his retreats seemed to be blocked, and there was no way to avoid it. He could only watch the black scale's fist hammer on his face.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Britt's body sank directly into the floor and went backwards crazily, and finally hit a telephone pole and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Now you know who the boss is!"

Brett coughed violently and then let out a shrill roar.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"How could I have been punched by you!"

Black Scale said with disdain: "Please, you are weak!"

Hearing that the black scales revealed the **** truth, Brett was stunned.

"I'm giving you a chance to tell everything you know, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel!"

Brett was holding the divine artifact Taslam, his eyes fixed on the black scales, and he roared fiercely.

"Ahhhh!!"

He raised his hand and fired several shots at the black scales. He accumulated all his strength without a single shot, and did not keep his hand at all.

However, it was still useless. This level of attack still could not break the defense of the black scales. Since he was injured by Su Luo's Heaven Slaying Art, he has become extra cautious. In order to prevent the car from rolling over and losing face again, he secretly strengthened his defense. several times.

Even if Brett exhausted himself to death now, it was impossible to hurt Black Scale.

Seeing that Brett was still attacking himself, the black scales sank, do you really think I can't kill!

"Stubborn! It's useless to say anything!"

He pulled out an afterimage from his body, and instantly came to Brett and squeezed his neck, lifting the brawny man, who was much bigger than him, into the air.

A strong sense of suffocation made him struggle.

Under the approach of death, his eyes finally showed a look of fear, which was the fear of biological instinct.

impossible! Not even the Demon King has such power!

"Who the **** are you! Is it the devil!!"

good guy! Clean people out of thin air! Can he be associated with a good-looking demon? !

Hei Scale looked at Brett and said coldly, "I'll say the last one! I have nothing to do with the Demon Race!"

After speaking, a thunderbolt was released from his hand. In this thunderbolt, Brett disappeared into ashes without even a chance to shout, and his pistol fell to the ground and turned into a ball.

After destroying Brett's body, the black scales grabbed a ball of light out of thin air and stabbed his consciousness into it.

This is Brett's soul!

Although his soul as a hero is much stronger than that of ordinary people, he still cannot withstand the violent soul search of Black Scale.

Not long after his divine consciousness entered, Brett's soul was broken.

But Black Scale has also got what he wants.

After browsing Britt's perverted life, Hei Scale looked strangely at the sphere of light dissipating in his hand and couldn't help shaking his head, and then with a wave of his hand, he put away the sphere that fell from him.

From Brett's memory, he knew that this thing was a divine weapon that only the brave could use.

After being caught by Hei Scale, who is not a hero, the sphere immediately resisted. Hei Scale would not be accustomed to this thing. With a little force on his hand, the sphere became completely quiet.

Hei Scale walked up to Xiao Fan and showed a kind smile as if he had completely forgotten what happened just now.

"Xiaofan, why is your face so ugly, it seems that the injury is still too serious, hurry up and go back to the mountain for treatment with me."

Chapter three hundred and twentieth pendant type sword repair

Qingyunguan, Su Luo listened to Hei Scale's retelling of what happened, and felt a little pain in his head.

What kind of Japanese light novel plot is this TM!

It's a hero, and it's a demon king. Is there another world in this world besides the cultivators? Are there aliens out there?

Su Luo rubbed his head and sighed deeply.

"I know what happened, how is Xiaofan now?"

Hei Scale knew that Su Luo was worried about Xiaofan's injury and quickly said: "Master, don't worry, Xiaofan suffered only skin trauma, I will help him heal on the way back."

Obviously, the values ​​of black scales are fundamentally different from those of ordinary people.

A serious injury like being shot in the abdomen could be life-threatening for anyone else, even a cultivator like Xiaofan who has undergone physical transformation, can't get back on the spot after being shot like this.

But for Heishan, this level of injury is a 'skin trauma'!

In his opinion, only injuries that hurt the foundation or soul are considered serious injuries, and the rest, even broken hands, broken feet, and broken limbs, are all 'skin trauma'!

Su Luo didn't understand Heishan's values, and when he heard what he said, he breathed softly. Since it was just a skin injury, it would be fine.

"Okay, I know what happened, I'll trouble you this time."

"No trouble, no trouble, that's what I should do to serve the master! By the way, master, I even found this thing on that brave man."

Blackscale took out the ball that exploded from Brett and handed it over.

"This seems to be an artifact used by the brave. Master, can you see if you can use it?"

Before Su Luo took over the ball, before he could take a closer look, the ball immediately released a mysterious aura, and he couldn't wait to sign a contract with Su Luo.

He managed to escape from the black scale, and he didn't want to go back after killing him. Going to TMD is a rule that only the brave can use. Now he just wants to find a master to spend his old age in peace.

It felt that as an artifact, Su Luo would definitely be moved by such a low profile, but it could think of it, and before Su Luo could make any statement, the Immortal Execution Sword on the side reacted first.

Someone who wants to move its hood without its consent?

Didn't pay attention to me at all!

Feeling that the Sword of Immortal Execution with a green light crossed his head, he was directly angry, and a shocking murderous aura shot straight into the sky, so frightened that the black scales turned pale, he felt a fatal threat in this murderous aura!

And in this murderous aura, the ball directly cut off the connection established between him and Su Luo, shivering in Su Luo's hands, not daring to do anything.