This time, Ye Qiu was not going to let go of Lao Hua. No matter how he pleaded with him, the Emperor was here today, and that would be the same. This old bastard must die!

The muscles on Ye Qiu's face kept trembling, and there was a lot of hatred in his eyes. Since returning to China half a year ago, this has been the worst injury he has ever suffered, thanks to the old man.

But he had no choice. He could not watch his biological mother die before him. All he could do was to use his flesh and blood to block the fatal blow of the old man.

Now, it was time for Qiu Hou to settle the score, Ye Qiu was not in a hurry to let go of Yin Qing's hands and feet. Suddenly, he walked to the old beggar and stepped on his chest.

"Ah... Bastard, your grandma, I'm going to kill you!"

Presbyterian knew that Ye Qiu would definitely not let him go this time, so he didn't beg for mercy. He could even curse a few words before he died.

But how could Ye Qiu make him so comfortable to die? He squatted down suddenly, grabbed Pretty Hua's collar, and lifted him up.

Although he was injured, he was still very relaxed to lift a person. He raised his body above his head as if he was burning the sky, and walked straight toward his father Ye Tiannan's tomb.

"Bang·····"

In front of the tombstone, Ye Qiu smashed it hard, and the dust on the ground splashed with dust on his breathing body.

"Ahem...Puff......"

This old guy vomited blood wildly, even spitting out bile, and he was dizzy. Now, he just hopes that Ye Qiu will not torture him anymore and can make him die more neatly and not let him die worse than death.

However, Ye Qiu's anger has not been completely released, so how could he easily burp?

"Kneel down and kowtow!"

Ye Qiu's voice was so cold that he said viciously.

"I'll go shit, you're a fucking thing, you're just a little yelling at me, I'll bite you to death!"

After cursing, the old flower lying on the ground crawled in front of Ye Qiu, opened her mouth to bite Ye Qiu's calves.

But before he could bite, Ye Qiu suddenly raised his right foot and kicked him directly on the chin. With a "click", the old guy's chin was kicked and dislocated.

"Ah... I'll bite you to death, go to death!"

Nowadays, presbyopia has no power to fight back. He can't do anything except curse on the ground.

"Hmph, since you don't kowtow, then be prepared to be tortured!"

Ye Qiu took the dagger, grabbed it tightly, and without saying a word, he stabbed the palm of Lao Hua's hand.

Presbyop wanted to struggle, but Ye Qiu stepped on his chest and was completely controlled. He seemed to be unable to do anything except wait for death.

"Take..."

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the white dagger cut a deep mark on the ground. Five bloody fingers lay alone on the ground, and blood directly splattered Ye Qiu's face.

"Ah... it hurts so much..."

It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart. At this moment, presbyopia is chopped off half of them, and the pain is definitely no less than the pain of a woman when giving birth.

There was no trace of emotional fluctuation in Ye Qiu's eyes, just like he was in the underground world half a year ago, as cold-blooded as a knife, killing people without blood!

"Take..."

Ye Qiucai, no matter how much he felt for the presbyopia, he was suffering on his own. Today he promised to use his blood to pay tribute to his father's spirit in heaven, so how could he break his promise?

So, Ye Qiu chopped off the five remaining fingers of the old beggar with the same technique.

For a moment, Presbyopia fainted from pain, and the ten fingers that could see the white bones fell straight to the ground, as if in a queue.

"You can't stand this torture? You're so soft, not a man at all, much weaker than the boys in the dark world!"

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Ye Qiu's mouth. He picked up the dagger on the ground and slashed hard at somewhere between the old flower's legs.

"ah······"

The screams like a pig slaughter echoed throughout the cemetery. The most important life of the presbyterian man was cut by Ye Qiu, but for him, it was not important whether the short few centimeters were there or not.

Because he will never use it again in the future, Ye Qiu is not going to let him go!

"Please don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Originally, Presbyterian was about to die, and only asked Ye Qiu to give him a happy way to die, but who knew that Ye Qiu tortured him so crazy that he chopped off ten fingers and cut off his life.

In desperation, he could only beg for mercy and beg Ye Qiu to spare his life.

"Don't kill you? When has it been, you still have such a childish idea? Do you think I have any intention of letting you go?" Ye Qiu sarcastically said coldly.

"Please kill me directly, don't torture me anymore!"

The old flower was not even speaking smoothly, and his eyes were filled with despair.

The reason why Ye Qiu is devilish is not only because of his excellent martial arts skills, but his methods are still so vicious. Don’t anger him, otherwise he will tell you how to write the word “fear”!

"Old bastard, I'm going to live sometimes, and I'm going to die sometimes. I don't know what to do. Then I'll just let you die!"

Ye Qiu raised the scarlet dagger again, stabbed Lao Hua's thigh twice, one left and one right, and stabbed it hard.

The blood directly irritated his face, dyeing the ground red, full of silence and slaughter.

No one would have thought that today is the second day of the Lunar New Year, a festive day, but ended up having such a bloody and cruel scene.

After his two swords, the presbyopia gradually became difficult for breathing. He no longer had the strength to roar at Ye Qiu, gasping heavily, and his chest was fluctuating violently.

The old guy's eyelids had already begun to droop, his eyes rolled up, like a fish turning his stomach white.

It is obvious that now he is at the end of his strength, and he only has one last breath, and death is only a matter of time.

For some reason, when Ye Qiu saw the desperate eyes of this old bastard, he showed a very proud smile. You can say that he was venting his dissatisfaction, or that he was morbid.

But he is the one who lives today, and he is qualified to condescend to humiliate the presbyopia.

The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. Now Ye Qiu's eyes are exactly the same as the Hell Shura that was half a year ago.

His whole body was covered in cold air, just like he was really cold-blooded, making people shudder.

Even Yin Qing trembled all over when he saw it, and he couldn't help but start to tremble.

Ye Qiu is so strange now. There is no trace of emotion in his eyes, like an unconscious puppet. In his eyes, he is also a murderer.

"Xiao Xia..." Yin Qing felt something was wrong with Ye Qiu and exclaimed in surprise.

But Ye Qiu did not look back, but raised his head suddenly, clenched his fists and whistled to the sky, "Those who are kind to me will have a good life, those who protect me will last forever; those who are hating me will not be able to rest; those who are hurt me will destroy souls and souls.

If you actually want me to die, then I will let you see the King of Hell, kill even if you live, kill even if you die, kill all the names, and kill everyone!”

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