Chapter 1947: I don't agree
The first thousand nine hundred and forty-eight chapters I do not agree
"Dark Lin Galaxy?"
Uta Xing, a cave on a mountain peak, heard a soft sigh. Three years passed in a blink of an eye. A figure swept out of the cave. It was the clone of Zhuo Bufan who had been closed for three years in the cave. His clothes and long black hair were floating in the wind, and his body was full of a scent of cold and loneliness.
At this moment, a group of puppets appeared in the sky, and soon, a figure came to the face of the clone, it was the Zhuo Bufan deity who was sent out of the golden space.
The two looked at each other and smiled, a ray of cyan soul flame in the clone flew into the divine sea of the deity, the soul merged into one, and the clone blood demon was transformed into a black and red light armor covering Zhuo Bufan's whole body, and then transformed into A black outfit.
"Mingjiao, Lianshen Pavilion... I should have settled the account three years ago with you!" Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes, his pupils exploded with two bright rays, exuding a hint of chill. .
When fighting for the statue three years ago, Li Ling’s slap slapped Zhuo Bufan into chaos, and he failed to control the true essence in time and was sucked into by the black hole. Although he had gained a lot of benefits in it, if it was a desperate situation, I’m afraid He has become a fan.
As for Luo Hong, it was obvious that he wanted to kill someone with a knife. With his strength, he could completely stop Li Ling's palm, but Luo Hong ignored it and was busy fighting for the statue.
Even if Zhuo Bufan left his clone in advance, if the deity dies, his strength has almost been compromised by 70%. In the past three years, Zhuo Bufan's clone has not appeared. He understands that even if he shows up to refine God Pavilion, I am afraid that the Lian Shen Pavilion will also behead him, and will not give him any benefit.
The rule of this world is that the weak and the strong eat the strong, and the Lian Shen Pavilion didn't put him in the eyes.
"Since the Refining Pavilion has treated me like this, don't blame me for being rude!"
Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fists, carrying the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the starry sky.
...
Wuniao Star, a savage planet located in a remote area of the Kraka galaxy. After Zhuo Bufan killed the Jinlin tribe's horns three years ago, the silver tribe, the Qingjia tribe, and the Diyi tribe were united and now live here. Among the galaxies.
But in the past three years, the life of the Silver Clan has not been easy. Zhuo Bufan’s disappearance and life and death are unknown. After learning that Shadow Kill is to help the Silver Clan kill the people of Qiuhol, he vented his hatred against Zhuo Bufan. On the body of the silver clan.
The people of the Ming sect directly injured the patriarchs of the Silver Clan, the Blue A Clan, and the Diyi Clan, and controlled the Wuniao Star. They took the Silver Clan, the Cyan A Clan, and the Diyi Clan in their hands. Tragic fate.
"Hurry up and work, if you can't finish it today, don't even think about eating!"
In a mine, a golden scale clan guard held a long whip in his hand, and slapped a silver clan member severely. Suddenly, the latter left a tumbling whip mark on his back, which made the latter hurt. Make a screaming scream.
Although the Jinlin clan has lost the horns, but now they have a stronger backing, naturally they are no longer afraid of the silver clan.
This mine is one of the resources that Mingjiao controls. The silver, Qingjia, and Diyi tribes are all arranged to work here without payment, and being beaten and humiliated is already commonplace.
The people of the silver clan dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, so they could only work silently.
And Roy, who had witnessed all of this in his eyes, squeezed his fist fiercely. Three years ago, Zhuo Bufan helped the Silver Clan regain his freedom, but now the Silver Clan is once again caught in a miserable fate.
"These Jinlin tribe guys, I must teach them." Yin Ji bit her little silver teeth and cursed angrily.
"Sister, the Jinlin clan is backed by the meditation... we can't fight them." On the side, Yinkui grabbed her arm and shook his head slightly, "Even if Zhuo Bufan is still alive, he can't help us. The silver clan, at least now, Mingjiao hasn't sold our silver clan as slaves."
"Brother, if this continues, it will not take long for our Silver Clan to be sold as slaves by them." Yin Ji gritted Yin's teeth and said while looking at Yin Kui.
Yinkui sighed and said, "This world is the weak and the strong, and I can only blame my people for not having the strength to protect them."
Yin Ji heard what he said, her eyes filled with mist, and she sighed: "If Zhuo Shao is still alive now, the Jinlin tribe and Mingjiao people would not dare to do this to us."
"He is alive? Even if he is still alive, can he contend with Mingjiao?" Yinkui sighed softly.
At this moment, two figures flew into the sky, wearing purple-patterned robes, who were disciples of Mingjiao. They came directly to Yin Ji with a playful smile on their faces, "Miss Yin Ji, Our young master wants to invite you to have a drink."
"I don't have time." Yin Ji frowned Liu Ye's brows, frowned her pretty face, and refused directly.
"Miss Yin Ji, my young master asks you to give you face, don't be shameless?" A Mingjiao disciple narrowed his eyes, with a threatening tone in his tone.
For the past three years, Li Jing has always wanted Yin Ji, but Lian Shen Pavilion and Ming Jiao have been in a state of war for the past three years. It has only calmed down in the past few months. Now Li Jing thinks of Yin Ji.
"If Ms. Yinji doesn't give face, I don't guarantee that these silver slaves will die here today." The Mingjiao disciple squinted his eyes and looked at the silver tribe who was working aside, threatening him. It goes without saying.
Yin Ji looked at the names of the silver clan who suffered and humiliated, and he hesitated for a while, nodded suddenly, with a bit of miserable look on her face.
Yinkui squeezed his fist, but never said a word. At this time, no matter what he did, he seemed so weak.
Soon, Yin Ji came to a hall with the two disciples of the Lian Shen Pavilion. A young man was lying on the throne inside, and there were several silver girls in thin clothes beside him.
"Oh, Miss Yinji is here, you all go out." The young man waved his hand, and the silver girls glanced at Yinji, feeling extremely complicated, and withdrew from the palace.
This young man is no one else but Li Jing, the son of Li Ling.
"Li Jing, how can you let the silver clan go?" Yin Ji looked at the other party and said.
"To be honest, I really don't like the Silver Clan. I blame you for having something to do with the Shadow Killer. I hate him very much." Li Jing flew in front of Yin Ji, with a joke on Yin Ji's face. After smiling, she stretched out her fingers and lifted Yinji's chin, her eyes filled with a little obscene look, "But if you are willing to take care of me, maybe I will show kindness and make your silver clan feel better. ."
In the face of this humiliation, Yin Ji bit her little silver teeth, her palms squeezed into a fist, "If I promised you, would you really let the silver clan go?"
"Look at the young master, I am in my mood!" A ghostly smile lifted from the corner of Li Jing's mouth.
"But, if I don't agree!"
Just as Yin Ji closed her eyes and tears of humiliation flowed from the corners of her eyes, a faint but icy murderous voice slowly sounded in the palace.
"Dark Lin Galaxy?"
Uta Xing, a cave on a mountain peak, heard a soft sigh. Three years passed in a blink of an eye. A figure swept out of the cave. It was the clone of Zhuo Bufan who had been closed for three years in the cave. His clothes and long black hair were floating in the wind, and his body was full of a scent of cold and loneliness.
At this moment, a group of puppets appeared in the sky, and soon, a figure came to the face of the clone, it was the Zhuo Bufan deity who was sent out of the golden space.
The two looked at each other and smiled, a ray of cyan soul flame in the clone flew into the divine sea of the deity, the soul merged into one, and the clone blood demon was transformed into a black and red light armor covering Zhuo Bufan's whole body, and then transformed into A black outfit.
"Mingjiao, Lianshen Pavilion... I should have settled the account three years ago with you!" Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes, his pupils exploded with two bright rays, exuding a hint of chill. .
When fighting for the statue three years ago, Li Ling’s slap slapped Zhuo Bufan into chaos, and he failed to control the true essence in time and was sucked into by the black hole. Although he had gained a lot of benefits in it, if it was a desperate situation, I’m afraid He has become a fan.
As for Luo Hong, it was obvious that he wanted to kill someone with a knife. With his strength, he could completely stop Li Ling's palm, but Luo Hong ignored it and was busy fighting for the statue.
Even if Zhuo Bufan left his clone in advance, if the deity dies, his strength has almost been compromised by 70%. In the past three years, Zhuo Bufan's clone has not appeared. He understands that even if he shows up to refine God Pavilion, I am afraid that the Lian Shen Pavilion will also behead him, and will not give him any benefit.
The rule of this world is that the weak and the strong eat the strong, and the Lian Shen Pavilion didn't put him in the eyes.
"Since the Refining Pavilion has treated me like this, don't blame me for being rude!"
Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fists, carrying the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the starry sky.
...
Wuniao Star, a savage planet located in a remote area of the Kraka galaxy. After Zhuo Bufan killed the Jinlin tribe's horns three years ago, the silver tribe, the Qingjia tribe, and the Diyi tribe were united and now live here. Among the galaxies.
But in the past three years, the life of the Silver Clan has not been easy. Zhuo Bufan’s disappearance and life and death are unknown. After learning that Shadow Kill is to help the Silver Clan kill the people of Qiuhol, he vented his hatred against Zhuo Bufan. On the body of the silver clan.
The people of the Ming sect directly injured the patriarchs of the Silver Clan, the Blue A Clan, and the Diyi Clan, and controlled the Wuniao Star. They took the Silver Clan, the Cyan A Clan, and the Diyi Clan in their hands. Tragic fate.
"Hurry up and work, if you can't finish it today, don't even think about eating!"
In a mine, a golden scale clan guard held a long whip in his hand, and slapped a silver clan member severely. Suddenly, the latter left a tumbling whip mark on his back, which made the latter hurt. Make a screaming scream.
Although the Jinlin clan has lost the horns, but now they have a stronger backing, naturally they are no longer afraid of the silver clan.
This mine is one of the resources that Mingjiao controls. The silver, Qingjia, and Diyi tribes are all arranged to work here without payment, and being beaten and humiliated is already commonplace.
The people of the silver clan dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, so they could only work silently.
And Roy, who had witnessed all of this in his eyes, squeezed his fist fiercely. Three years ago, Zhuo Bufan helped the Silver Clan regain his freedom, but now the Silver Clan is once again caught in a miserable fate.
"These Jinlin tribe guys, I must teach them." Yin Ji bit her little silver teeth and cursed angrily.
"Sister, the Jinlin clan is backed by the meditation... we can't fight them." On the side, Yinkui grabbed her arm and shook his head slightly, "Even if Zhuo Bufan is still alive, he can't help us. The silver clan, at least now, Mingjiao hasn't sold our silver clan as slaves."
"Brother, if this continues, it will not take long for our Silver Clan to be sold as slaves by them." Yin Ji gritted Yin's teeth and said while looking at Yin Kui.
Yinkui sighed and said, "This world is the weak and the strong, and I can only blame my people for not having the strength to protect them."
Yin Ji heard what he said, her eyes filled with mist, and she sighed: "If Zhuo Shao is still alive now, the Jinlin tribe and Mingjiao people would not dare to do this to us."
"He is alive? Even if he is still alive, can he contend with Mingjiao?" Yinkui sighed softly.
At this moment, two figures flew into the sky, wearing purple-patterned robes, who were disciples of Mingjiao. They came directly to Yin Ji with a playful smile on their faces, "Miss Yin Ji, Our young master wants to invite you to have a drink."
"I don't have time." Yin Ji frowned Liu Ye's brows, frowned her pretty face, and refused directly.
"Miss Yin Ji, my young master asks you to give you face, don't be shameless?" A Mingjiao disciple narrowed his eyes, with a threatening tone in his tone.
For the past three years, Li Jing has always wanted Yin Ji, but Lian Shen Pavilion and Ming Jiao have been in a state of war for the past three years. It has only calmed down in the past few months. Now Li Jing thinks of Yin Ji.
"If Ms. Yinji doesn't give face, I don't guarantee that these silver slaves will die here today." The Mingjiao disciple squinted his eyes and looked at the silver tribe who was working aside, threatening him. It goes without saying.
Yin Ji looked at the names of the silver clan who suffered and humiliated, and he hesitated for a while, nodded suddenly, with a bit of miserable look on her face.
Yinkui squeezed his fist, but never said a word. At this time, no matter what he did, he seemed so weak.
Soon, Yin Ji came to a hall with the two disciples of the Lian Shen Pavilion. A young man was lying on the throne inside, and there were several silver girls in thin clothes beside him.
"Oh, Miss Yinji is here, you all go out." The young man waved his hand, and the silver girls glanced at Yinji, feeling extremely complicated, and withdrew from the palace.
This young man is no one else but Li Jing, the son of Li Ling.
"Li Jing, how can you let the silver clan go?" Yin Ji looked at the other party and said.
"To be honest, I really don't like the Silver Clan. I blame you for having something to do with the Shadow Killer. I hate him very much." Li Jing flew in front of Yin Ji, with a joke on Yin Ji's face. After smiling, she stretched out her fingers and lifted Yinji's chin, her eyes filled with a little obscene look, "But if you are willing to take care of me, maybe I will show kindness and make your silver clan feel better. ."
In the face of this humiliation, Yin Ji bit her little silver teeth, her palms squeezed into a fist, "If I promised you, would you really let the silver clan go?"
"Look at the young master, I am in my mood!" A ghostly smile lifted from the corner of Li Jing's mouth.
"But, if I don't agree!"
Just as Yin Ji closed her eyes and tears of humiliation flowed from the corners of her eyes, a faint but icy murderous voice slowly sounded in the palace.
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