Chapter 312

There was no time to wail or scream, but his body twitched unconsciously, his face was ferocious, and the corners of his mouth were foaming.

in a few seconds, his strong body turned into a pair of skin and bones, and in a few seconds, it turned into a withered corpse.

Wang Mang didn't care about the dead, just moved a stool, sat down in front of Liu Fan and laughed Yingying looked at Wang Mang's face with a little bit of panic and said:

"Liu fan, it's a coincidence that I dreamed about you this morning."

when Liu Fan faced Wang Mang with a "smiling face", his back was suddenly cold and exuded cold sweat. What did Wang Mang want to do? Kill yourself!

"You... What do you want to do! I'm a psychic

Liu Fan bravely yelled at Wang Mang, which also encouraged him. He was a top-level power. Wang Mang could not beat himself.

Wang Mang was not angry when he saw Liu Fan asking questions, but suddenly stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

then he swept back on the sofa, covered his mouth, and sighed Said:

"Liu fan, I should have no hatred for you, but I just can't help it. I just want to cut you one by one. What do you say to do?"

Wang Mang's tone is flat, but the killing intention in his eyes is like a real stab at Liu Fan's heart.

maybe he was oppressed too much by this fear, and Liu Fan didn't know where to summon up the courage and face Wang Mang shook his fist and smashed it on Wang Mang's head,

"pa" all over his body. Wang Mang's palm firmly caught Liu Fan's fist, shook his head with a smile and said: "I say Liu fan, you're a top garbage power, dare you punch me?" Wang Mang could not help laughing,

"screw you! I want you to die When Liu fan saw that his hand was tightly held, his anger suddenly burst out,

the pattern on the palm of his right hand flashed, and his arms swelled a lot in an instant. Layers of scales that looked like monsters also covered his arms and neck,

Wang Mang frowned and snorted coldly, "no memory!" A lightning like kick came to his chest, and his ribs must have been smashed by a heavy blow,

the Panlong ring on Wang Mang's index finger glowed red slightly, and a five meter long sword appeared in Wang Mang's hands again,

"Liu fan, I don't want to worry about the past things, I just have one thing to doubt, how did you survive?"

Wang Mang's sharp blade was stuck in Liu Fan's neck when he fell to the ground, and his brow was wrinkled. He was very puzzled.

Liu Fan in his previous life saw himself killed by a crazy zombie. What happened in this life?

Did the person who had died actually live and become a psionic?

"You'll let me go if I say it?" There was a struggle in Liu Fan's eyes. He looked at the blue and broad thunder knife, swallowed his saliva, and had a desire for survival in his eyes.

Wang Mang raised the broad and heavy knife body with a smile, patted his face, and said:

"of course, it's impossible, but if you don't say it, I will let you go in pain. I'm not just talking about it."

Liu Fan felt the pain coming from his chest and looked at Wang Mang's eyes without any emotion. A huge fear sprang up in his heart,

"I said, I said, just ask you to save me a dog's life," Liu Fan knelt down on the ground without backbone, pleaded with Wang Mang with fear,

"speak quickly!"

Liu Fan swallowed his saliva and thought of the last day