Fang Yige smiled and didn't take his words to heart.

He was not sure that he would be against the other party at his heyday, let alone Wang Tian.

It’s not that he looks down on Wang Tian, ​​but because a martial artist like him is born to be defeated by the other party and cannot even get close to him. How can he fight?

"Who are waiting for here?"

Wang Tian was curious.

Fang Yige looked at the trembling Allen and didn't say anything.

"What's behind this guy?"

"Um."

Fang Yige nodded.

"My little brother is very strict, but fortunately I have some tricks."

"Don't think about it, I won't say it!"

Alan suddenly became tough and a trace of blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth.

"Bit your tongue and commit suicide? Why bother!"

Fang Yige smiled.

"I have already borrowed your hand to inform the people behind me that it is the same if you are not. God has the virtue of life. If you want to let you go, but if you don't want to cycle through cause and effect, you will still be unable to escape death. This is the fate of heaven!"

“Woo woo…”

Alan looked angry, but he, who was already suffering from thirstemia and lost a lot of blood, could no longer help it, and his vitality gradually dissipated and fell directly to the ground.

"Why don't you?"

Fang Yige sighed.

As a practitioner of Taoism, he is not willing to do it without needing to kill.
Chapter completed!