Li Jinxing saw that the person had been evacuated and no longer had to be restrained. When he caught the god of death, he would beat him up.ωωw..net

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He actually had the intention of killing all the humans who came here to play. Is this the god who maintains the order of life and death, or is it the innocent demon who kills innocent people?

The god of death was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back, so he could only run away with his head in his arms. His cloak was beaten to pieces. He didn't know where the sickle was thrown away. His golden and flowing hair turned into a pile of straw.

The cold god of death, whose facial features were originally three-dimensional, had no image at this time.

Since becoming the God of Death, he has never been so embarrassed. The God of Death, who controls human life and death, came to the East to beat him up and became completely desperate.

What mysterious place is Dongfang? Why is even humans so powerful that they don’t even take Death seriously?

Are they still human beings who are so scary?

"I surrender, don't hit me."

The God of Death successively learned about the mysterious power belonging to the East, and just wanted to escape and stay away from these people.

"Aren't you going to kill us?"

"I don't dare to do it anymore. I'll leave now and never disturb me again."

"Don't have bad thoughts again, otherwise..."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Li Jin beat the soul of the god of death to pieces and then let it go.

After all, on other people's territory, you have to give him some face and save his life.

The god of death fled in a panic and headed towards the underworld. He wanted to find the king to make the decision for him and seek justice.

Otherwise, I would be beaten in vain.

Li Jinxing looked at the god of death who was leaving, but he was not worried about the consequences of doing so.

"Yes, the progress has been progressing rapidly, with my style back then, and I continue to work hard." Mo Heng did not walk out from behind the grape trellis until the god of death left.

When Li Jinxing saw him, he was very polite: "Master."

Although they are of the same vein, they are elders and must be well-mannered.

Mo Heng was quite satisfied with his attitude, and looked more and more calm and knew the truth. He glanced down at the room: "I remember to find someone who is unfilial to me?"

Li Jinxing said nicely: "She has been talking about you these days."

He spoke with sincerity and convincing.

Mo Heng snorted coldly: "Come on! I don't know what I have raised yet. With her temperament, I didn't take me seriously."

As soon as Su Cen came out, he was unhappy: "Master, don't be wronged me."

Mo Heng snorted coldly: "So you still remember that you are like me, and you thought you had forgotten me for a long time and let me die in a foreign country."

"How can that be? It doesn't matter if you live here well, it's hard to disturb you." Su Cen had already figured out the character of the ancestor and knew that he was not angry, but was just taking Qiao.

Li Jinxing echoed: "This place is too far-fetched. There is no one to ask along the way. It is really not easy to find this. It's just too late. Master will forgive us!"

"snort!"

It sounds nice, but it's all excuses.

But the corners of my mouth still couldn't help but raise it. I didn't really care about him and knew that I could just find him.

The old lady and the old man were packing up the grape trellis that was blown by the wind, and were still discussing the strange wind that had just come and go. Seeing her talking to the rooster, she felt very magical: "Do you like this rooster too?"

Su Cen praised: "This chicken is so beautiful."

"I am also very spiritual. I like the red wine we brew, and everyone in the manor likes him."

"It's still very arrogant!"

The old lady smiled gently: "Yes! It's a rooster with a special personality. Come and try the wine we make."

The couple lost their daughter in middle age. Originally, one grandson relied on each other for life. Later, when the grandson fell ill, only two old men were left.

He is very loving to young people.

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