Chapter 496

"But I'll have a way to make him live again, and I don't have to worry about it!" Looking at the white light on his fingertips, Han Xuan's mysterious smile appears.

"Go there and wait for me first!" Words fall, the space in front of a small crack, and the white light is automatically floated in.

"And then!" This words say, Han Xuan seems to have changed a person, eyes burst out a chill.

Looking at the situation, Zhang Jinsong suddenly gets cold on his back. He turns white and looks at Han Xuan.

"Jie, Lord, yes, what can I do for you?" Zhang Jinsong asked, trembling, because he already felt that Han Xuan's chill was aimed at him.

Head slowly raised, showing a demon like smile, which let this feeling things bad Zhang Jinsong completely collapsed.

"Pa"

He knelt down heavily, his head pounding hard stones. "Lord Jie, please forgive me. Lord Jie, please forgive me."

"Tongue" Han Xuan disdains Zhang Jinsong at all, lips open and close, spit out two words.

"Wu" is calling for Zhang Jinsong to spare his life. His voice suddenly stops.

"Wu Wu Wu" saw Zhang Jinsong's hands fiercely cover his mouth, showing a painful expression.

"You know what's wrong!" Han Xuan flicks his sleeve and asks without expression.

"Wu Wu!" Zhang Jinsong, who is still kneeling on the ground, has a trace of doubt in his eyes. If Han Xuan is not able to see everything, he is afraid that he can't find it yet. In his mind, he is puzzled, but Zhang Jinsong has an expression of confession on his face.

"It seems that you still don't understand!" There was a sharp flash on the smiling face.

"Ten fingers linked to one's heart, you can enjoy the last time!" With that, the blood splashed on Zhang Jinsong's face.

"Wu" does not have the tongue, Zhang Jinsong sends out a hiss from the throat, the dense sweat bead crawls the entire face.

In half an hour.

"Don't you understand?" Han Xuanyou said, shaking his head for several times.

At this time, Zhang Jinsong has long lost his previous spirit. Now he looks like a beggar.

And on the ground, the bright red blood plating a layer of red paint on the ground here, ten broken fingers neatly in front of the body.

"Wu" looked at Han Xuan with red eyes, from which he could read out several meanings, such as doubt, reluctance, anger, and several expressions echoed each other.

"Want to know why I torture you so much?" With a smile, Han Xuan leans to Zhang Jinsong and says in a voice that only two people can hear.

There is a trace of desire in his eyes. He turns around and looks at Han Xuan's eyes.

"I won't tell you, because I want you to die in your eyes!" Words fall, Han Xuan finger in Zhang Jinsong eyebrow.

"Kaka kaka"

When the finger falls on Zhang Jinsong's head, a series of clatters come to our ears. It seems that Zhang Jinsong's space has been cut into countless pieces, and the people in it can't escape the fate of being divided.

"Pa"

The sound of broken mirror sounded, no blood, no pain, only a piece of neat meat on the ground“ What is the deep hatred between the Lord of the world and this man that he should die so miserably Even if Wang Yuxi, who is known as the witch, saw this scene, he felt a little nervous.

"Yes, why am I so tyrannical? Why do I feel comfortable now?"

Hearing Wang Yuxi's murmur, Han xuanleng for a long time, until Zhang Jinsong's eyes appeared in his mind, which are only the eyes of wild animals.