"Mr. Killing God, I... can swear to the heavens, I... I didn't know the identity of the Dragon King before. If I knew, even if someone held a gun and pointed it at my head, I would
Don't dare to go against the Dragon King!" Luo Yongsheng explained with a panic look on his face.
"Shut up! Whoever has the special code is your explanation, I just need to see you being abused!"
After saying that, the God of Killing said to Ye Fan with a flattering look on his face and said, "Dragon King, just do it! Just mess with death! Don't be humble to Luo Yongsheng, because a villain like him is just two words...
... deserve it!"
"Kill God, you?"
At this time, Luo Yongsheng was so angry that he looked as ugly as pig liver. He pointed his fingers tremblingly for a long time, but he didn't know how to refute, so he could only stare at him.
It’s okay if the God of Killing doesn’t help, but it’s still there to fan the flames and put the blame on the wrong side!
It's really shameless!
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan's lips curled up slightly, showing a sarcastic sneer, and then said, "Luo Yongsheng! This is the good helper you have found! But you don't have to be angry, because I will soon take action to destroy Bufan.
Your arm is gone, and then you will only feel the pain and you won’t be angry!”
"No...no!"
"Dragon King!"
"Please, I know I'm wrong. Please take my life around me! Don't waste my arms...or... this way, okay?
I will also give you one hundred billion...oh no! It's three hundred, no! It's five hundred billion!"
"I am willing to give 50 billion, I just ask you not to destroy my arm!"
Luo Yongsheng was frightened and begged repeatedly.
Ye Fan ignored it and grabbed Luo Yongsheng's arm directly. Then the next second, he said with a playful look on his face: "Mr. Luo, are you ready?"
"I?"
As a result, before Luo Yongsheng finished speaking, he felt a violent burning pain coming from his left arm. The heart-wrenching pain almost fainted.
"Ahhh...ahh!"
Luo Yongsheng yelled heart-wrenchingly. The pain made him want to pick out all his flesh!
But Ye Fan's power was extremely powerful, and he couldn't break free at all, so he could only hold on.
I saw him look painful and screaming, and asked in a frustration: "Dragon King, you...didn't you ask me if I'm ready before starting? I...I'm still
Before you finished speaking, you just started to do it. You...you are too unkind!"
Ye Fan looked at Luo Yongsheng's embarrassing appearance, and a trace of evil curve appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he said in a playful tone: "I'm afraid you'll be ready and will feel even more uncomfortable. Since that's the case, it's better to catch you off guard."
Hearing this, Luo Yongsheng almost cried. This is obviously bullying people!
The God of Killing was also confused. He never expected that this Dragon King would be so unruly!
No wonder there is no wonder that there is a rumor among the people that they would rather offend the King of Hell than offend the Dragon King!
It seems that the rumors are true!
The God of Killing secretly smacked his tongue.
Then, Ye Fan stopped talking, stretched out his right palm and then suddenly slammed into Luo Yongsheng's shoulder.
"Puff!"
In an instant, the bones shattered and blood squirted wildly!
Luo Yongsheng's entire right arm was twisted and deformed instantly, with a deformation degree comparable to a piece of thin paper, as if it could be kneaded and shattered at any time.
“Um…”
Luo Yongsheng groaned, his face instantly pale, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and his whole body was trembling.
“Ah—ahhh!”
He wailed like crazy, and his whole body almost collapsed.
"Okay! Get it done!"
Ye Fan was still calm and patted his hands lightly, as if what he had done just now had nothing to do with him.