Chapter 1125 The Old Demon Fairy Team, the Group Is Destroyed?

When Tuya General Manager Shi Taisong saw that Wen Zilong and the others were tied up with a knife on his neck, his eyes went dark and he almost fell to the ground.

For now, Wen Zilong is a big tree for their Tuya.

They must hold tightly to the big tree Wen Zilong and never let go.

And now, suddenly, the big tree is about to fall.

A month ago, their rabbit teeth almost fell off a cliff.

It was Wen Zilong who pulled them up.

But now, before they had time to stand up, they were about to fall off the cliff again.

God, are you kidding me?

He slumped directly on the sofa, feeling a little exhausted.

At this time, his astral brain sounded a reminder.

He took it over and looked, a little surprised.

Because the avatar displayed on it turned out to be Wen Zilong's.

Wasn't Wen Zilong arrested?

With doubts, he connected to the communication.

Soon, Wen Zilong's projection was displayed.

At this time, Wen Zilong was lying comfortably on the recliner, looking leisurely.

"Brother Wen, you..."

Because Shi Taisong was too surprised, he no longer referred to him as Little Brother Wen.

Wen Zilong said:

"Hey, what's my name, Brother Wen? Brother Long... Brother Long doesn't seem right either. You can just call me Brother Wen."

Shi Taisong looked at the live broadcast, and Wen Zilong was indeed under control.

Looking at Wen Zilong who communicated with himself again, he was puzzled and said:

"Brother Wen, is this some kind of avatar technique? Wasn't the avatar technique lost more than 50,000 years ago?"

Wen Zilong chuckled and said:

"I won't tell you this for the time being. Now you should quickly put our old demon fairy's live broadcast room on the most prominent position on the homepage. With the influence of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, this is a free advertisement. If you don't seize this opportunity, Isn't it a pity?"

Stemsson nodded:

"Just now I thought that you old demons were really going to be wiped out by the group, so I was in no mood and had no time to make arrangements. Now that I know you're fine, I'm relieved. I'll make arrangements now."

Since Wen Zilong is fine, everything will be easy.

This time the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect actually wants to broadcast live broadcast revenge, which is definitely an excellent opportunity for Tuya.

Soon, Rabbit Ya Live put Lao Moxian's live broadcast room on the homepage.

At the same time, in the inn where Wen Zilong lived.

He is watching live.

In the picture, although the frequent urination brother's face has turned pale, he still maintains his funny live broadcast style.

"Everyone, brothers and sisters. Everyone, please look, the one over there looks very beautiful, dressed in white, is the wife of the former head of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect and the current head Wang Qianqian."

"As the saying goes, if you want to be pretty, you have to wear a filial piety. This filial piety dress shows Wang Qianqian's beauty to the fullest. If I can still live and find a girlfriend, I will definitely let her wear a filial piety all day long, swaying in front of me Brilliant."

At this moment, the Elder of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect next to him glared at Brother Urinating Frequently.

The frequent urination brother quickly shrank his neck and said:

"Just kidding. After all, this is probably the last live broadcast of my life. Of course, I want to show my most beautiful side to the audience. Although I am scared to death in my heart, I can't show it on the surface. This is me, frequent urination Brother's confession."

Even the disciples of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect were convinced.

This guy is so poor when he is about to die.

Soon, Wang Qianqian, head of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, spoke:

"Kill that insignificant guy first."

A disciple of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect was about to put a big knife in front of the former little anchor.

Then, without further ado, he cut it off with a single blow.

Chi -

Blood splattered.

Of course, the sub-dragons have strong vitality.

Even if the head is cut off, it is difficult to die immediately.

At this time, Wen Zilong, who had not spoken much, moved.

Above his head, a black sickle appeared, passing directly above the little anchor.

The little anchor's only 2,000 health points were taken away.

At the same time, a black scroll emerged and took his soul away.

The disciples of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect at the scene were all amazed.

They have seen Wen Zilong's black sickle and black scroll before.

When killing their head, Wen Zilong used these two things.

But what is strange is that he actually helped the disciples of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect to kill his own subordinates?

What is this?

Wang Qianqian was also slightly taken aback.

He thought about ten thousand situations in which Wen Zilong would resist, but he never thought that not only did he not resist at all, but he also helped the disciples of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect to kill his own subordinates.

At the same time, the barrage in the live broadcast room was also full of surprises.

"Huh? Your own people kill your own people?"

"Did he go crazy with fright?"

"Could it be that you want to gain Wang Qianqian's favor in this way, so as to spare his life?"

"Isn't this too shameless?"

Of course, some people argued for Wen Zilong and the others.

"Obviously, if the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect kills his subordinates, they won't be able to die. But it will be very painful. The Fallen Leaf Sword Sect will definitely not let them die so easily. He ended it in order to make his subordinates less painful. subordinate."

"What a good boss."

"That's the boss of someone else's family."

Wang Qianqian obviously realized this too.

He sneered and said:

"Pull the other one out and kill it! Be optimistic about Wen Zilong this time. Don't let him do it again."

"yes!"

Two disciples pulled out another young anchor.

However, before they had time to move, Wen Zilong had already shot again.

The death scythe directly took over the little anchor.

At the same time, the evil spirit scroll also took the soul of the little anchor.

Wang Qianqian was furious immediately:

"Great Elder, watch him if he can do it!"

The Great Elder quickly responded, "Yes, yes."

As he said that, he directly took out a soul-suppressing nail.

Use the energy to drive the Soul Requiem Nail into the back of Wen Zilong's head.

Wen Zilong remained motionless.

Next, Wang Qianqian ordered someone to pull San out.

"Great Elder, give me a knife and cut off his flesh. Don't let him die within ten minutes."

"yes."

The Great Elder responded and ordered someone to bring a knife.

He started to draw on San's body.

"what--"

After one cut, a bloody mouth more than a foot long appeared on San's arm.

Then, the second knife, the third knife.

In the entire huge square, there were tens of thousands of disciples of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, but there was no sound.

Only three screams were heard.

My frequent urination brother's lips have turned white.

"This... this... what else can I say? I can only say..."

I didn't dare to say the last few words, only mouth shapes.

On the barrage, there are all four words.

"inhuman."

"What he said was brutal."

"In front of so many disciples of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, I dare not make a sound. Otherwise, I'm afraid he will die even worse later."

"It's really inhumane."