It's a dead head!

"Fuck!"

Song Yingming was startled and took a few steps back, his face turned pale.

Because he was horrified to discover that this dead head was actually Master Yan's disciple!

"Um?"

Master Yan's face darkened, and his eyes immediately turned cold: "Who are you? You dare to kill my disciples, you are so audacious!"

"So, you put corpse bloodworms in our wine?"

The figure slowly walked out of the darkness and finally stopped at the door of the living room.

The dim light in the living room shone on the figure's face, but Song Yingming's eyelids jumped in shock: "Lu, Lu Chen? Why are you here?!"

"Your methods of harming people are too clumsy, and I have already seen through, so now, I will settle the score with you." Lu Chen said indifferently.

"Settling accounts? Damn! Who do you think you are? How dare you act wildly in front of Master Yan? You are simply asking for death!"

Song Yingming spat on the ground first, then immediately hid behind Master Yan, and said, "Master Yan! This is the kid, he is the target I want to deal with!"

"Killing my disciple, it's fine if you don't run far away. How dare you come to seek revenge? You really don't know how to live or die!" Master Yan said speculatively.

"act recklessly?"

Lu Chen suddenly laughed: "Why do you think I dare to appear here?"

"What? Do you have any helpers?"

Master Yan glanced around, trying to find something.

"I don't have any helpers, because I am enough to deal with you all." Lu Chen said calmly.

"Arrogance!"

Master Yan glared and said angrily: "How dare you underestimate me? Today I will make your life worse than death!"

After finishing his words, he waved his long sleeves.

A large amount of black smoke and dust sprayed out, overwhelmingly pressing on Lu Chen.

"call--!"

Lu Chen opened his mouth and blew lightly.

A strong wind blew up, flying sand and rocks.

The black smoke and dust that had just hit the face was blown away in an instant, and bounced back with a more rapid momentum.

"Um?"

Master Yan's complexion changed slightly, and his long sleeves were frantically rolled, forming a true energy barrier, blocking a large amount of black smoke and dust outside.

However, a small amount of the residue was blown to Song Yingming.

Song Yingming was taken aback for a moment, and then felt an unbearable itchiness all over his body, and started scratching crazily with his hands. JrNovels.com