Immortality Cultivation Era

"Brother Yam, please rush to me if you have anything, don't provoke him..." Yan Chao spitting blood while climbing up.

Heixiao frowned a little, pulled the yam, and whispered, "Brother Yam, let's forget it. If you really killed him, we would be in great trouble."

The more anxious the person is, the less he can hear such words. After all, such words sound more like an act of aggression, and they will be heard as a psychologically mature person, but yam obviously is not.

He said angrily: "What do you mean? I really killed this dog thing today, what about?"

Heixiao laughed: "Brother Yam, I don't mean that..." In fact, if it is usually, he will definitely not talk to Yam in such a tone, but he understands that no matter what he says, it is pouring on the fire. Oil, if this matter really has nothing to do with him, then it's okay, but if Yan Chao really died here today, they have four people left, all considered yam's accomplices.

So, the remaining three people all understood, and quickly came to persuade.

In the end, the yam was still taken away by pulling.

Gao Ge walked to Yan Chao, pulled him up, and sighed.

"In fact, the man named Yam was really not your opponent." Gao Ge said.

Yan Chao sat on a chair, wiped the blood on his face, and shook his head with a wry smile: "That's useless."

Gao Ge angrily said: "Don't you have a master? Or the three elders of Tianmen, how can you have such a big backer, don't he care about you?"

"If it is not because I am the young master of the Yan family, do you think he will accept me as an apprentice?" Yan Chao said with a wry smile.

"Then you..." Gao Ge said this, and didn't continue to speak.

Because it is not necessary.

Although he did not have much contact with Yan Chao, he felt that Yan Chao was not the kind of careless person.

Just like what he said just now, in fact, this kid feels like a mirror, and he knows what his cheap master, Dao source, is all for him.

Now Yan Chao is not the master of the Yan family, and Dao Yuan is too lazy to take care of him.

He would like to ask Yan Chao, if he knows this, why should he come to Tianmen, but it is not appropriate to say such words from his mouth, after all, he is now in Tianmen.

Yan Chao sighed, looked at Gao Ge, and said, "I know what you want to ask. It's not really complicated, actually! People! That's it. Many things, if you choose a path, you have to go to the black, because This road is too dark, and I can't find the way back when I turn around."

Gao Ge sneered: "Don't you turn your way back, wasn't you cut off by yourself?"

Yan Chao laughed and said: "You say that because you don't understand me. If you know me, you will know that I am a person with very unwilling willpower."

Gao Ge was speechless.

How do you listen to these words?

The key point is still from Yan Chao's own mouth, which is even more awkward to listen to.

Yan Chao continued: "It is precisely because of my unwillingness that I can only do this. I have to cut off all the back paths with my own hands, but if there is a retreat, I can't help turning back..."

Gao Ge looked at Yan Chao, Yan Yan lowered her head and looked at the blood on her clothes.

Both of them suddenly fell silent.

After a brief silence, Gao Ge suddenly shuddered.

"I think we still have to be prepared. In my opinion, the man named yam won't let go."

"Ok."

"So, are you still afraid to fight back?" Gao Ge asked.

"Look, if they really wanted to kill me, I wouldn't dare to fight back and it would be useless." Yan Chao said with a smile.

Gao Ge yelled.

"Come on, continue to drink!" Yan Chao said.

Gao Ge was a little surprised: "Can you still drink?"

"There is nothing to drink! As long as the sky hasn't fallen down, we can't delay us from drinking!" Yan Chao said very boldly.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the wine jar, filled himself with a bowl, just picked up the bowl full of wine, Gao Ge suddenly shouted with a voice: "How come the yam is back!"

"Click".

The wine bowl fell to the ground, and Yan Chao was lying on the ground.

He watched for a long time, and he did not see yam and others coming back, looking at the high-sounding laughter, and suddenly he didn't get angry, and there was nowhere to go...

the other side.

Yam finally calmed down.

He took a sip and slapped it on the table.

"It seems that Yan Chao really broke the jar and broke, knowing that we did not dare to kill him, dare to fight us!" Yam said with a wipe of his mouth.

Mangosteen whispered: "Brother Yam, I don't think we need to be angry. At our Tianmen, who would take him seriously?"

"But I'm not happy!" Yam said bitterly. "He is such a small person who can be bullied and kneaded. Why dare you be so crazy in front of me?"

If Gao Ge is here, he will sigh, saying that it is difficult to understand their way of thinking.

What did Yan Chao look like in front of them, this is also called Zhang Kuang?

When he was vomiting blood, he didn't dare to return his hand. How could he be crazy?

In fact, this is quite easy to understand.

From the perspective of Yam, Yan Chao was just not miserable enough to be bullied.

Why can someone else step Yan Yan into the dust, let him learn dog barking, cat barking, and meow meow together, when they come to this, is it okay?

A lot of bullying in school is in this form. When you feel that you are bullying others, no one is more bullied. You feel like you have suffered a lot and lost a lot of face.

From a scientific point of view, this situation is a kind of "universal invincible and stupid rule."

Is it very written?

"Brother Yam, I actually have a solution." Another girl said suddenly.

"Oh? Sister Hawthorn, what do you think?" Yam asked.

Yes, feelings are another one to eat.

Hawthorn has a fat figure, especially when standing with a thin mangosteen, it can form a strong contrast, but this does not prevent her from being sought after. After all, in this heavenly monk’s flesh and meat, there can be a girl. Very good, can you pick the fat and pick?

On Hawthorn's face, there was a hint of coldness, and he whispered, "Actually, it's not a good idea. Since we want to kill Yan Chao and don't want to be held accountable by the martial arts, then let's poison it."

"Poisoned?" Yam shivered. "Isn't it easy to find?"

"There are always more ways than difficulties." Hawthorn Yin said with a smile. "They can't skip meals? As long as we conceal the handyman serving food, there will be no problem."

The yam's eyes lit up, but the mangosteen and the black boy frowned.

They always felt that this time they played a bit bigger.

After all, although Yan Chao didn’t like people, he hadn’t offended them until now. Occasionally, he would follow suit and bully others. It’s almost the same. Does this have to kill others?

This hawthorn is really scum...