"Father."

"Your father? Who is it?"

"fear."

What does it mean? The name is shirk? Liu Xiao was a little confused.

"Master, I am afraid of you, is a taboo of disaster."

Seeing Liu Xiao pondering silently, Wangcai spoke intimately.

"What does this mean? What's this fear?"

OK, it’s my own brother again? I just swallowed one’s weakness, and another scared one.

"It will make us feel fear and despair, and can make the emotions of living beings uncontrollable. I have never really seen them, but I have heard from the birds who report the death."

Well, so that's it, it's really a freak.

Thinking of the pit with tens of thousands of corpses, Liu Xiao roughly understood.

The one who once sat on the high-back chair was the so-called father of this murderer.

Let countless humans release various negative emotions, and while enjoying this process, nourish the taboos in the spirit.

Not bad, cruel, but elegant.

I am afraid that the blood disasters and corpse disasters in my spirit's body will only be even more inhumane and inhumane.

No wonder no matter how I explain it, I ended up killing me.

I really thank you!
Chapter completed!