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Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Eighty years later, Die and Lu Ci still recognized each other instantly when their eyes met.

Lu Ci: "Smelly bitches."

Die: "Little bastard."

"Aren't you dead yet?" After eighty years of greetings, Ruyi Jin and Hong Baidie started to fight.

As if by fate, it was still Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu who blocked Die this time.

Even though he knew the story of Lu Ci and Bi Heren from Tilapia, Zhang Chulan still couldn't understand his first reaction when the two met.

Ruyi Jin entered the ground and kept splitting. The next second, with the butterfly as the center, it burst out of the ground in all directions, and the force turned invisible into tangible.

"Zhang Chulan, I used to be concerned about the origin of your family's Qi Ti, so I would like to apologize to you.

Regardless of whether you know Qi Tiyuanliu or not, as long as the old man is still alive, the Lu family will never bother you again.

Look good, the Lu family will be happy." Looking at the disappearing butterfly and the red and white butterfly that fluttered its wings, Lu Ci said disdainfully, "It's been this trick for decades, it's really useless."

Two balls of Qi were grasped into the palm of his hand, Lu Ci swung his body, and the power of Ruyi Jin was finally revealed in front of the two cute men.

This time, due to the distance, it did not affect the two of them like in the original work. They were lucky enough to witness the strength of the Lu family’s mad dog up close.

Like running water, Lu Ci's decades-long unwillingness to accept his brother's death and decades of hatred between the country and his family suddenly erupted, completely covering the red and white butterfly and the surrounding area of ​​more than ten meters in diameter, and shattered it into pieces.

"I'm going to go back to heaven." Looking at the exploding butterflies and the water-tight water flowing around them, Zhang Chulan, a newbie in the alien world, couldn't help but feel his mouth grow.

Recalling that I had been injured by Ruyijin because of Lu Liang, I subconsciously touched the injured area.

He was sure that if it were Lu Ci, not to mention not being able to turn on the golden light because he was hiding his identity, even if he turned on the golden light, with his half-baked golden light, he would only be able to see his long-lost grandpa in seconds.

"Mr. Lu, please do it." The flow of water stopped, and Zhang Chulan immediately flattered him.

Although the other party is a mad dog, he has a quick-talking personality, and he just promised that although he doesn't like him, he doesn't hate him either.

"You little bastard, you're hypocritical." Lu Ci glared at Zhang Chulan, who was as outspoken as ever.

Ignoring Zhang Chulan's embarrassment and looking around, Lu Ci spat disdainfully.

"You bitch, you can run as always." He squatted down and pressed one hand on the ground. The invisible force centered on Lu Ci and spread in all directions like a radar.

Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Chulan were speechless when they noticed that something seemed to have passed over them.

"The older generation is the older generation. With the same ability, others have already shown off, while the younger generation is still following the script." Thinking of the Ruyi Jin of the children of the Lu family, and then comparing it to Lu Ci, there are really only rubbish people without rubbish abilities.

While they were fighting against Bihe Ninja, the two juniors of the Lu family didn't know what to do, but suddenly felt a wave of malice coming towards them.

On the other side, Lu Jin looked at a dozen little Karami who were Bihe ninjas, watching with great interest their great-grandson and great-granddaughter killing everyone.

Killing young devils is a traditional craft. I had killed a lot of them when I was young. I finally got the chance. It’s really hard for an old man to compete with the younger generation for a kill.

"Linglong, Lin, you are worthy of being a descendant of my Lu family. You really don't have any psychological burden to kill the little devil."

On another battlefield, Gao Lian is now facing his most trusted subordinate, Lao Zhang, the culprit who almost killed his daughter.

When Ying Ling was young, he was like a loser to the Hu family.

Hu Tianbiao took one bite and almost became addicted to it.

How can a few wisps of breeze compare to the Baojiaxian who has been practicing for many years in the Tianzi generation?

Of course the breeze Hu Tianbiao mentioned was not the real wind, but the souls left behind after the death of those little devils.

Having experienced Hu Tianbiao's words, the author seems to have filled the shortcomings of seizing spirits and sending generals to swallow them up.

Not only can spirit-holding generals be able to swallow spirits, but they can also be swallowed by normal movements. However, others rarely use it and dare not use it.

Swallowing spirits is what animals do and will turn people into animals.

Through this passage, Luo even believed for a time that the so-called spirit swallowing by the Wang family was a trap dug by Feng Tianyang.

Cultivation makes beasts humane, while indulgence in swallowing spirits makes people look like beasts.

It’s not a shame, because the country is more peaceful than before, and the quality of the new generation of strangers is much worse than before.

Fortunately, those who need to hide their identity are more stupid than the forbearers. As a direct result, one generation is really worse than the other.

A group of minions, pure walk-ins, whose only role is to gain experience for young people.

Zhang Chulan said, well, not bad, there is no psychological burden to kill.

Lu Ci seemed to have really figured it out, not just talking about it, but also pursued Die all the way, and took great care of Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu.

On the other side, our kind and compassionate Brother Xiao is enjoying the hard-won gourmet meal.

Zhang Chulan's Biyou Village operation plan finally paid off. Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan dispersed, and she was the first person supported by temporary workers.

You mean Zhang Chulan?

It's just a temporary assistant, who cares whether he lives or dies.

"Amitabha!" The Great Merciful and Compassionate palm struck out, directly beating the person to pieces, and physical salvation became more and more easy.

Looking at the meaty meat on the ground, Wang Zhenqiu, Clarinet, and Lao Meng, the three of them subconsciously distanced themselves, fearing that Brother Xiao would accidentally take them away.

Only Feng Baobao was indifferent throughout the whole process. His clever little mind was running at high speed as always, only hitting but not killing.

She promised Gouwazi not to kill anyone, so she would only hurt him but not kill him.

No one cares about the little girl keeping her hand, and a group of perverted temporary workers don't want the other party to be a murderous executioner.

Feng Baobao, the group favorite among the temporary workers, because of Zhang Chulan's layout, everyone subconsciously protects her, an outlier among the temporary workers.

The few people in Longhu Mountain were purely interested in making political achievements. When we came down from the mountain, the master said, that's about it. Try to leave the chance to vent to the Lu family and the Tang clan, and we will provide support.

Therefore, Rongshan led the people to fight very leisurely.

There are a lot of them, but the quality is far from satisfactory.

Because someone was swaying someone, the company only dispatched Gao Lian and temporary workers to the front line, while everyone else was cleaning up the battlefield.

Looking at the various grotesque corpses they encountered along the way, a group of company employees beat their chests and cursed that being high and cheap was nothing.

The opportunity to open a single page of the genealogy was completely lost just because the person in charge said that you are responsible for finishing it.

“Woooooooo!!!

After finally getting a chance to kill the Japanese, I was assigned to clean up the battlefield.

If the old man in the family finds out, I'm afraid I'll be kicked out of the family tree." An employee collected the body of the little devil with tears in his eyes, and was unhappy about putting the person into a special garbage bag.

"Shut up." The colleague next to him couldn't bear it and cursed with a dark face: "What the hell is the use of crying here with me? You have the guts to scold his eighteenth generation ancestors in front of Gao Lian."

"It's just..." Someone else answered the call and said with the same annoyance: "Grandma Guan called me just now and asked why she wasn't notified of the murder of the Japanese and scolded me.

If you are honest and don't do human affairs, why should I be scolded?"

"Hey, you were scolded by Grandma Guan too?"

"It's not just me, there are a few brothers who have not been scolded by the elderly."

"It's not just Grandma Guan. The one above me seems to have a grudge against the little devil. He also scolded me. I am not unjust."

"Sneeze!!!" During the pursuit, Gao Lian raised his head and looked at the sky, feeling inexplicably panicked.

The man's sixth sense told him that the Northeast was very dangerous. If he didn't want to die, he should go to work at the headquarters for a few years and leave the Northeast region to his confidants for the time being.

"Bang!!!"

"Mad Dog, Tang Clan, Longhu Mountain, Lu Family, which little bastard is responsible for this special code? Why doesn't our host come forward?"

In a small farmhouse in Northeast China, a rich-looking old lady wearing gold and silver threw several tea bowls in succession and cursed loudly.

"You little bastards can't seize the opportunity to honor our ancestors. You really have no future."
Chapter completed!