Chapter 489

After saying goodbye to Mr. Yue, Xu Yangyi turns and leaves.

When Mr. Yue pressed the cloud head, he lost his golden elixir and murderous spirit, and restored the appearance of the ordinary teacher studying in the United States.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he suddenly patted his forehead: "no way."

"What's wrong?" A quiet voice came from behind him. Yue Zhenren's face muscles trembled and turned away to please him: "good boy, don't worry. As a father, I'll take him..."

"Dad, you don't have to go." Angel looked at another figure in the night wind, red lips slightly up: "isn't there an old Chinese saying? It's hard to make a change. "

Master Yue looked thoughtfully at Xu Yangyi's shadow falling down and said in a soft voice, "don't worry, the person I like is not so easy to run away."

"Ben Zhenren is the later stage of the golden elixir. As long as Ben Zhenren is willing, it is not difficult to establish a sect. He didn't flatter at all, let alone feel humble. Just now, Ben has been observing. The monk who can do this is one in a hundred, even among the geniuses. "

Angel's white hand passed on her rich and elastic lips, her eyes shining. After a moment, she said with a smile, "Dad, what's his mobile phone number and Facebook number?"

"..." Yue Zhenren was silent and raised a very bad premonition: "what are you going to do?"

"Strong twist." Angel smile without a trace of concern: "squeeze some melon juice out."

"Nonsense!" Yue Zhenren snorted coldly: "my daughter, go after a Chinese wanted criminal? You, can you save some snacks for your father? Which friar cares about Facebook? Good for you! It takes less than a quarter of the training time from day to night! Others want to squat in the training room every day. And you? "

"With your talent, Jindan is hopeful. You are wasting your advantage! That boy, at first sight, is a monk with a stronger heart than iron. If you can't keep up with him, what if you turn around? He'll still dump you! "

"Who cares if the heart is hard." Angel lifted his hair: "I care if he is hard in other places."

"... go to the training room to practice. You are not allowed to come out until the middle of foundation construction."

"No way! I'm only twenty-six now. It's more and more difficult after the foundation is built! I'll come out at least forty-six! I can't find my husband! No one is married now... You don't look up to others. At that time, you expected me to eat grass? If you don't have a face, I'll have a face! " Angel gently squeezed her white face with exaggerated hands, felt the skin under her palm, and giggled: "Dad, you can let me play for a few years, 30 years. I promise, after 30, I will try my best to practice! "

Mr. Yue's lips trembled: "then you've been..."

Angel was smiling, leaning back slightly, and gently stroking the railing behind her. In the night wind, her head was covered with golden hair and clouds were blown up. Her blue eyes and ruddy lips looked like a goddess under the moon. Especially a pair of plump pigeons on the chest, as if to fly out from the thick fur.

Slender waist, straight legs, exudes the temptation of the night. His white fingers gently brushed the long legs of the black stockings, and his lake blue eyes narrowed: "Dad, you say, how am I better than Audrey Hepburn?"

"How dare a mere mortal be compared with my daughter?" Mr. Yue was dismissive.

"Marilyn Monroe?"

"How dare an old horse compare with you?"

"Anne Hathaway?"

"Not as well."

"Christine Stewart?"

"Ha ha..."

Angel was very satisfied. He pressed down his long hair and whispered, "well, what's the reason why he doesn't like me?"

"..." Yue Zhenren was silent for a long time, and then sighed: "you ah... Although you are in the early stage of foundation building, I'm afraid you can't beat the real genius in the half step of foundation building... You can't understand men's desire for real strength. And... This guy has a lot of things to do with him. His character is typical of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, but he has many cunning and good fortune. This real person estimates that he will not think about these before Jindan. "

Angel's eyes brightened. "You mean he has no other woman?"

"That's not the point!"

Angel jumped up to him with a smile: "so... Dad, when you shake hands with him, does he have calluses on his hands? Is the seal fast? "

Yue Zhen's beard trembles wildly - if he has any: "get out! Go back to practice!! Don't come out for three days! "

"No Angel rolled his eyes, raised his legs and left: "I'm looking for my husband. SEE YOU。”Yue Zhen is in a mess in the wind.

Xu Yangyi doesn't know all this. Jindan father daughter dialogue, if he can know, it is not the Marquis of Zhuji. He's on his way back to the hotel.

Instead of galloping on the top of the building or flying, I strolled on the streets of New York and recalled the conversation with Mr. Yue just now.

The impact is so great that even a lot of world views have been reshaped. More importantly, for Jihad, and the ultimate goal of Jihad, the sacred vessel. A long lost anxiety rose in his heart.

It's light, but it does exist.

He didn't know where it came from and thought about it for a long time. Finally, the source was found.

It's from the auction, the strength of the two families.

"I used to think that... There was a big gap between the European and American spiritual circles and China. Later, he thought that the top fighting power of Europe and America was not inferior. However, no real vigilance has been raised. It wasn't until I saw the pale dragon and the bloody moon that I realized that the world of practice in Europe and America was equally powerful. " He sighed: "it's not as good as the whole, but it's too easy to kill me who can't kill the golden elixir."

He thought of Jihad and shook his head.

I don't know how many monsters the Jihad will lead to and who he will meet.

At this moment, he stepped down, and suddenly, with his feet touching the ground, a circle of dark fog, if there is nothing, scattered in a circle.

His eyes suddenly sharpened and he immediately raised his head. But suddenly found, on the two sides of the skyscraper, standing two people.

In the bright moonlight, their bodies stood upright like a benchmark and a gun.

You can see the black robe covering the whole body, pale face.

"The tagulers?" He immediately woke up from his meditation, and then, looking far away, his heart suddenly sank.

More than two

On the top of all the buildings in this street, there stands a blood clan. Although their breath is not high, the strongest is the late earl. However, when the spread goes, there is no end in sight.

At least dozens of people!

No words, no mouth, so quietly standing under the moonlight, scarlet eyes, as if death's throwing gun, nailed to him.

Around, I do not know when, the sound has become smaller and smaller, just a few seconds, all the outside sound are isolated. Here... It's as quiet as a morgue.

"Bloody border." At the end of the road, a gentle voice came out. All of a sudden, a dark bat, unable to see how many, burst out from the end, just like a terrible red cloud, which suddenly spread 500 meters around.

Xu Yangyi didn't lose his manners, but turned around quietly, but immediately found that behind him, I don't know when it was already a thick black fog, and the scenery around him began to blur, and instead, it was a blood red fog, which spread quietly.

The air is full of the smell of blood. The only clear thing is the javelin like bodies in the blood fog on every building that has begun to illusory. Eyes like ice skates.

"Sand..." two dim yellow lights light up at the end of the road. Then, the rustle continued, all the hazy streamers were all blurred, leaving only rows of hell lights.

"Mr. X." At the end of the long road, with the sound of "Kata Kata" horse hooves and the clear sound of the shaft rolling, a man's elegant voice came out in the blood fog: "I think the etiquette of any great psychic, even a funeral, should be grand and tasteful. Do you think that's right?"

The voice is very light. It rings in Xu Yangyi's heart, but it makes his heart shake.

It's the sound of... Bloody moon!

In the blood fog, the outline of an old European carriage has been revealed, more and more clear. However, the two black horses pulling. But no head!

"Do you know... The tagulers are not at ease the day you live. Oh... Please forgive me. Oriental friends, I have to do this. There was no marquis in tagul's generation who could compete with corvinas. Once the holy coffin is returned, we can have a feasible way to make a blood clan directly become the second generation kisser. "

"Sand..." black robe discharge, bloody moon's body slowly came down from the carriage, bowed: "not to explain."

"Just to let Mr. X know that I have a reason to have to. If you go to hell, you won't hate me. Oh, forget, you should go to heaven, though I don't believe that. "

He straightened up: "well... Mr. X, please go quietly."

Xu Yangyi did not speak. The fighting instinct in his heart has reminded him countless times that it is dangerous, very dangerous! Get out of here!But, his foot, can't move at all.

As long as a distraction, the elegant, gentlemanly, pale and frail man on the opposite side will bite his throat with his sharp teeth.

"Your silence, I think, is an acquiescence." The bloody moon smiles, pressing her right hand to her chest and pulling her left hand to open her cloak. It's like a storm coming and her cloak Hunting: "believe me, death is just the beginning of everything. It's not frightening, it's sweetly intoxicating. "

In one corner of the cloak, the black clouds overturned and clattered. The scene was dead and there were only scattered murderers.

At this moment, in the dark cloak of the bloody moon, infinite red eyes suddenly flashed up, and each one was staring at Xu Yangyi, as if a bunch of small animals appeared in the magician's hat. However, at the same time, Xu Yangyi "presented" a sound, fish intestines out of the sheath.

It's not a cute little animal

The palm of his hand was full of cold sweat. He could see clearly that it was... Countless blood sucking bats!

"The opening ceremony." On the pale face of the bloody moon appeared a intoxicated smile: "Inferno. Hell. "

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" A burst of blinding wing sound, with endless squeak, countless bats fly out of the cloak, black and red, twisted into a painting of death