A breeze blew, and the "little girl" opened her eyes and gave a nervous smile:

"The hatred of genocide is irreconcilable. Kill them all. Kill them all."

Then he cried "Wow wow" and was heartbroken.

In the center of this valley, an object made of flesh and blood stands tall, resembling a small volcano, with an overall height of three meters. In the depression on the top of the mountain is a crater with a diameter of one meter.

The whole mountain of meat sometimes expands and sometimes contracts, like a beating heart.

In the "crater", the golden lava is rolling, and a red shadow is sinking and floating, soaking in it, as if sleeping.

After an unknown amount of time, the entire "volcano" shook, and golden light spewed out from the crater into the sky.

The majestic but soft golden light, which contains a strong breath of life, rises into the sky, collapses into a strong pale golden wind in the sky, and sweeps across the entire valley.

The twisted and weird plants were swaying in the strong golden wind, and little girls' faces were opened, their eyes wide open, and they were letting out frightened and sharp screams.

Immediately, they closed their eyes again in the strong light golden wind, their expressions were peaceful, as if they had been liberated.

The grass closed its cracks and never opened again. Insects stopped laying eggs, no longer stretched their lives, and jumped happily among the plants.

In the crater of the volcano, a young woman shimmering with light golden light emerged, lying on the crater like a bathtub, sighing comfortably.

"Congratulations, you finally cured your brain."

A man wearing a silver mask appeared in the valley at some unknown time.

He was holding a bottle of whiskey and two wine glasses in his hand, and said with a smile:

"It's a beautiful time, and it coincides with a happy event. I think I should have a drink."

The Master of the Killing Palace was lying lazily in the crater, her hair was wet and hanging down, her red dress was dyed with golden liquid, emitting a golden-red shimmer, full of fairy spirit.

She stretched her waist and said with a smile:

"Yes, I can finally live a normal life without having to suppress the madness in my heart. Well, the first thing I did when I came out of confinement was to kill Guan Ya."

The masked man was stunned and said suspiciously:

"This isn't normal for you. You can't be any more crazy."

He put the wine glass in the air, poured in the clear golden wine, and said:

"Since there is no need to consider the soul issue, I will set a small goal for you. Promote me to the peak master within one year, otherwise you will be surpassed by that kid.

"We must gather three demigods before the prophecy of the Compass of Light comes true, otherwise it will be difficult to survive the catastrophe, let alone lead this disaster."

The Master of the Killing Palace took the flying wine glass and puffed his cheeks: "I know, there is so much nonsense."

Good music hotel.

In the large suite, a tall and graceful figure in a red dress appeared out of thin air.

At this time, the sky was blue and dark, and the time was five o'clock in the morning.

The Master of the Killing Stop Palace was in a good mood, humming a song, beckoning, summoning the mobile phone on the table, unlocking the screen, and saw two messages from Yuanshi Tianzun.

She ignored the first message and replied:

"My palace master also left some bath water. I will give you bath water at the same place tonight."

At seven o'clock in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing, who was lying on the rooftop, opened his eyes. The sun had risen and the early autumn morning breeze was cool.

After sleeping lightly for an hour, he unlocked his phone and checked the time, and then found the message replied by the palace master.

"Is there still a surplus of life liquid?" Zhang Yuanqing was delighted.

He put away his cell phone, jumped up, and was about to leave with Xing Dun, when he suddenly saw a black motorcade driving into Fujiawan, along the main road, and arrived outside Fu Qingyang's villa.

At the same time, he saw Fu Qingyang, who was dressed in white, rarely walked out of the villa and came to the courtyard, seemingly preparing to welcome him.

"Ding dong!"

A message alert came from the phone.

Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head and saw that Guan Ya had sent him a message:

"My mother is here, are you ready to kill your mother-in-law?"
Chapter completed!