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Chapter 252 Grand Funeral

Upside down the mountain, above the clouds.

Stan drank tea leisurely, and there were two people kneeling down in front of him.

The captain of the navy, plus the fans who were found out before, wanted to assassinate him.

Fans, in his fan club, unexpectedly mixed with traitors, this is what makes him most angry.

The others are fine, his business is so big, there will always be people who can't think about it and want to die.

But fans, it's too much, how did black fans get in?

There was no wave on the surface, but in his heart, anger was bursting, and it would explode at any moment.

"Tell me, why did you want to kill me? How did you get into the club?"

Tapping the arm of the chair, Stan looked into the distance and asked.

Two wretches were not enough for him to face up to, so he was just a little bit interested.

In front of the fruit of memory, everything about these two people cannot be hidden.

However, he was still a little curious, how would such a small person argue?
What kind of thinking and what benefits did they get to make them risk their lives.

Everyone knows that the end of going against him is death.

Even if the Four Emperors faced him, they were courteous.

"Master Stan, I, I was forced to do nothing!"

The fans who were questioned had nothing to say, and the captain of the navy scrambled to argue.

People are always like this, even if they are mentally prepared, they still want to struggle.

He was fully prepared for death, but when it came time to die, he would still be afraid!

"It's him, he's my connector, he ordered me to do this."

Stan frowned slightly, but the colonel didn't mean to stop talking.

Maybe he is really going to die, but it's not bad to struggle, at least try to get a better way to die.

Stan stretched out his index finger and hooked it lightly, and the colonel floated up.

As Stan flicked his fingers up and down, the colonel flew up and down the air.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

People who have never flown in the sky can't help shouting when they go to the sky for the first time.

Maybe it's excitement, maybe it's fear, Stan doesn't know.

The decibels were too high, which displeased Stan even more, and the quiet atmosphere was destroyed!
With a little outstretched index finger, he blocked his mouth with repulsive force, and then he calmed down again.

"Here, I let you speak, and you are qualified to speak."

Stan's mood was low, and his index finger directed the colonel to fly around in the sky.

"Now, it's your turn to speak."

Stan stares blankly, resting his head on his left hand.

Compared with the colonel, the fans of this connector are more valuable and calm.

"I have nothing to say, but I want to die quickly."

The fans looked back at the colonel, with a disdainful smile on their lips, and said fearlessly.

From the start, he knew what he was doing, and it was a head-scratcher.

He had already made up his mind that no matter how tortured he was, he would not reveal any information about his boss.

No one can get any information from his mouth.

Even if it was Stan in front of him, he would not be afraid, because his will transcended life and death.

No matter how strong Stan is, as long as he doesn't speak, what can he do?

"Well, you have a lot of backbone, and I admire people like you."

Stan nodded, rarely looking directly at the fan.

Whatever his purpose, was once part of his fan club.

No matter what kind of animosity there is between the two parties, a person with backbone will always make people look at him differently.

"Are you thinking, as long as you don't speak, I will have nothing to do with you?"

Stan stared straight at the heart, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's so easy to understand, little people are like this, and their knowledge is very limited.

He will always use his own knowledge to measure the strong, thinking that the strong are nothing more than that.

How did they know that the ability of the strong is beyond their imagination.

"Since you don't want to say it, that's all, I won't force it."

He is a good man, he is the most reasonable, and he never likes to use strong methods.

It's wrong to force someone to do something they don't want to do.

"For the sake of your joining the fan club, I can let you choose how to die."

A solid black fan is also a fan, so give him a chance!
Originally, the weak did not have the right to choose the way of death, but who made him kind?

Enemies need to be wiped out, but it's not bad to respect them sometimes.

"I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces, so just smash me to pieces!"

As soon as the fan thought about it, he recited a poem in a civilized manner, asking for the most spine-free way to die.

It is better to have a choice than to have no choice, and the way to die does not necessarily have to be the most comfortable.

He has great ambitions, is loyal to the boss behind the scenes, and has a bit of backbone if he wants to die.

"Have a backbone, I will fulfill you."

Although the positions are different, Stan still feels a little admiration for such a tough backbone.

If this is his true fan, he must be given the best treatment, but unfortunately he is not.

"Thank you. With the rumored power of Master Stan, it shouldn't make me feel pain."

The black fan is a tough guy with a real backbone, and he respectfully called Stan an adult just now.

He doesn't think much of it, respect is mutual, and he has to respect Stan too.

Even if you die, you can't lose your grace.

"Of course, for the weak in the world, only you can make me treat you with respect."

Stan nodded, a rare joy in his heart.

When he was first caught, the black fan acted even harder and even wanted to spit at him.

He didn't know what he did to make black fans hate him to the bone.

From the looks of it now, it should all be rumors that hurt people. This black fan is a person of grace.

For a person who wants to die with all his heart, it is a great insult to let him continue to live.

"I will give you a grand death funeral."

Thinking of this, Stan stretched out his hand, and a repulsion hit the black powder.

He didn't have the idea of ​​checking his memory anymore, that would drive black fans crazy.

The information that the black fan wants to die quickly must be preserved, then follow the black fan and go to heaven together!
"I sealed your pain, and see with your own eyes the funeral I prepared for you!"

Keep pointing out, Stan precisely sealed his pain.

This is just a trivial matter, with his samsara eyes, any acupoints and nerve vessels can be clearly seen.

"Gather, rise."

Stan stretched out both hands, making two movements respectively.

The sea of ​​clouds converges into a cloud gate with a height of [-] meters, and the sea water rises from the top of the mountain to form a water bridge leading directly to the cloud gate.

"Well, it's beautiful and grand, and I deserve to die."

The black fan showed a satisfied smile. This kind of power really deserves to be called the strongest in the world.

With such a grand funeral, he deserved to die without any regrets.

"Earth-exploding stars."

Stan formed a black ball with his fingertips, carefully maneuvering it close to the black powder.

Under Stan's control, Earthburst didn't affect Mount Upside Down.

Gather the clouds and sea water below and wrap them around the black powder, getting tighter and tighter.

"Go! Your backbone is enough to get you to heaven."

Stan made another operation, and the sphere wrapped in black powder turned into a ten-meter-high double-winged angel.

"Thank you for your great kindness regardless of previous suspicions."

The black powder still showed his cheeks, he was not dead yet.

Amazing, he kind of understood that he underestimated Lord Stan.

No matter how tightly he shuts his mouth, it will be useless in the hands of such a supernatural being!
(End of this chapter)