C141 Agreement
C141 Agreement
The most frightening thing was that Uncle Teng was clearly licking the corner of his mouth and licking the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked even more evil than a demon.
It was getting more and more deathly silent! It was dead silent! There was not even a breath of air!
The extreme horror and terror caused many people to forget to even cry out in alarm. Only their hearts could not be controlled as they broke out in a cold sweat.
This middle-aged man was truly … True. Was he really a human? He was simply a madman who had crawled out of the abyss of hell!
And then …
"Da Da Da …"
Uncle Teng slightly restrained his smile. He raised his foot and stepped onto the wedding stage.
At this moment, Wang Zifeng and Liu Yunyin were so scared that they were about to collapse. The two of them supported each other as if they had been struck by lightning, their faces bloodless.
This was especially true for Wang Zifeng. His veins were popping out and he was so nervous and scared that he was going to spasm.
"Old thing, this young master wants to destroy your Wang family so he can kill you." Old thing, this young master wants to destroy your Wang family so much. At this moment, Hong Zihai spoke up with a big smile. His laughter was still as loud as it was cruel and arrogant. As he spoke, he gave Uncle Teng a look.
Wang Beishan did not make a sound. He was still in a state of confusion and indescribable fear. The extreme horror was like a cage imprisoning his thoughts. There was no more warmth in his body, only a cold like a corpse.
"Senior, please give this old man some face!" When Uncle Teng was about to walk in front of Wang Zifeng, Ji Li took a deep breath and stood up.
At this moment, Wang Beishan finally had a trace of hope. He crazily turned his head to look at Ji Li, his bloodshot eyes bursting with begging for his life.
He begged Ji Li to save Wang Zifeng.
"Give you face?" At the same time, Uncle Teng blinked his eyes. His eyebrows twitched as he playfully stared at Ji Li, his gaze ferocious and cold: "Old thing, you really are a piece of trash, at this age, you are only at the early stage of the Yellow Level, so your face doesn't seem to be worth anything. Oh right, how about this, your elder will send you down to the underworld! Trash has no right to live! "
As soon as he finished.
"Shua!"
The scimitar in Uncle Teng's hand moved like a shadow.
Ji Li's face paled as he subconsciously wanted to block and attack.
However, it was too late. It was too fast!
In that split-second, Ji Li only felt a sharp pain on his wrist as he frantically retreated.
The tendons in his arms had already been severed, and blood was flowing rapidly.
Ji Li groaned in pain. He was shocked and ignored the pain. He tried his best to retreat in an attempt to get rid of Uncle Teng.
However, Uncle Teng wasn't going to let them off the hook. He was much faster in front of Ji Li than he was in front of Ji Li.
In the blink of an eye, he was already standing in front of Ji Li. His cold killing intent was akin to the shadow of death itself. The scimitar carried the wind of death as it flew towards Ji Li's neck.
Ji Li's pupils contracted to the point that he almost suffocated.
Now he felt the coming of death, a very clear, very cold, very real death.
"My life is over!" There was only one thought left in Ji Li's mind.
Uncle Teng's face, on the other hand, was filled with excitement. He liked to kill people, to enjoy killing people, especially Martial Cultivator.
In his excitement, the scimitar in his hand moved even faster; it was as fast as the wind.
However.
In this instant.
Suddenly.
Everything seemed to stand still and still.
What Ji Li didn't expect was, what Uncle Teng didn't expect was, what Hong Zihai didn't expect was, what everyone present didn't expect was …
It was like the arrival of a ghost or god. A young man had appeared at Ji Li's side.
So sudden, so eerie.
It was Jiang Xiaobai.