The Evolution of End Times Rebirth

50

Yang Anguo's face was ugly, the confidence and composure in his eyes had long since disappeared.

Monsters, these people are simply monsters!

No one dared to approach the three people in the middle of the hall rashly, after all, no one would risk their life.

Li Song let go of the corpse whose head had been torn off by himself, and brushed the long, smooth hair soaked in blood behind his ears.

The little white dress she was originally wearing had already been stained with large swaths of crimson like splashed ink.Because he took off his high-heeled shoes, his bare feet stepped on the blood-stained ground step by step, making a light slap-slap-sound.

The person standing directly opposite Li Song, because of her forward steps, kept retreating even though they were more than ten meters away.

Li Song took Lin Jiansen's arm again, and tilted his head to look at these frightened people.

Today, Yang Anguo's defeat is set.

"Ugh——" Yang Zefeng cried out in pain, which was unexpectedly obvious in the silent hall.

Because Yang Zefeng was still trying to break free from Xia Chen's grip, Xia Chen directly removed his other arm.

Xia Chen looked at Yang Zefeng's back trembling because of enduring the pain, and said softly, "How long have we not seen each other?"

"It's almost a year in two months. Are you sorry that I'm not dead?" Xia Chen bowed to Yang Zefeng's ear and said softly, like a cautious lover, "Baby Son, I miss you so much..."

"Go away!" Yang Zefeng gritted his teeth.

"I want to have a good talk with you, don't mess with me, or I might not be able to help but want to kill you."

After finishing speaking, Xia Chen could feel that Yang Zefeng's body stiffened obviously, and he knew that Yang Zefeng would definitely believe what he said.

"Be honest." Xia Chen loosened the hand that was holding Yang Zefeng's neck, and pulled him up through the hand that was twisted by him.

"Let go--" Yang Zefeng immediately wanted to shake off Xia Chen's grip on his hand, but he was pinched by the other party's sudden increase in pain, and his purple nails could cut open his skin at any time.Yang Zefeng had no choice but to follow the force of the opponent's drag, was pulled by the wrist, and was forced to walk in the direction where Yang Anguo was.

The fourth-level fire-element supernatural user and Chen Rui guarded Yang Anguo, watching Xia Chen approaching vigilantly.

"General Yang, I came to attend your daughter's wedding today. I didn't expect to receive such a warm welcome. I really don't know how to thank you." Xia Chen said with a smile.

"No—" The fire-type superhuman looked at Xia Chen in horror.But he didn't use the ability, he was trying his best to resist the foreign ability that flooded into his body and raged wildly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

In the eyes of outsiders, a white mist suddenly rose around him, and in the blink of an eye, he became dehydrated like a dried corpse, and fell straight to the ground.

Frightened, Yang Anguo and Chen Rui hurriedly backed away a few steps. Like most people in the hall, they watched in horror as his body shattered into several sections after hitting the ground like a piece of ice.

Those internal organs looked very fresh, but they were full of fine blood-colored ice slag.

Xia Chen stopped and said to Yang Anguo, "Yang Zefeng and I are old acquaintances. We haven't seen each other for so long. I want to talk to him about some things. I'm going to let Jansen and the others attend the wedding for me. I'm really sorry."

Yang Anguo's lips trembled, unable to speak.

Xia Chen turned to Lin Jiansen, and said meaningfully, "You stay and attend Miss Yang Min's wedding for me."

Then he said to Yang Anguo, "Then I will take my leave first."

Yang Anguo watched Yang Zefeng being dragged away by Xia Chen with a gray face.

He knew that he had lost, and the safe zone would be ruled by the Miaohai Society.

Yang Zefeng was dragged away by Xia Chen with an ugly expression, and said coldly, "What can we say!?"

Xia Chen said with a smile, "Either follow me obediently, or I will kill you right now."

Xia Chen raised his hand to help Yang Zefeng take back the dislocated arm, Yang Zefeng twitched in pain, his eyebrows were knit together.

"Let's go."

Xia Chen dragged Yang Zefeng along and walked leisurely all the way. After arriving at the destination, Yang Zefeng's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Are you familiar with the baby here?" Xia Chen pulled Yang Zefeng into it.

This is the clubhouse where Chen Rui brought Yang Zefeng to.

When Yang Zefeng came, naturally someone opened the best room for him immediately.

When he arrived in the room, Yang Zefeng couldn't bear it and said harshly, "Xia Chen! What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Xia Chen let go of Yang Zefeng's livid wrist.

"I just want to find a quiet place to talk to you." Xia Chen said with a light smile, then turned around and hugged Yang Zefeng's waist.

"Still, baby, do you want to play a rape scene with me?" The two were very close, and because of Xia Chen's smile, they touched the tip of each other's noses.

Xia Chen pushed Yang Zefeng down on the bed, suppressing the person who couldn't help but want to make a move.

Yang Zefeng was pressed down by Xia Chen, his hands were imprisoned above his head, and his legs were pushed away by Xia Chen's knees.

A fiery kiss was pressed to her, and Xia Chen violently ravaged Yang Zefeng's lips and tongue.

The long-lost strong sense of aggression made Yang Zefeng's body tremble uncontrollably, and he looked at Xia Chen viciously.

"Well……"

Yang Zefeng's lips were slightly swollen from being sucked by Xia Chen, and because of the blood, they took on the color that Xia Chen liked.

Xia Chen licked his own lips that were bitten by Yang Zefeng, and little blood dripped from his lips.

"Baby, you're still so delicious that you can't help but want to invade." Xia Chen smiled coldly.

"You—" Yang Ze trembled violently, and struggled fiercely, he didn't want to be pressed under this damn guy to play with again.

"Lie down obediently if you don't want to die." Xia Chen smiled coldly, pinching Yang Zefeng's cheek with one hand, "Do you know that I have a way to turn people into puppets, do you want to try it?" Try it, obey me."

Xia Chen looked at Yang Zefeng's obviously out-of-control expression, and didn't miss the faint panic in his eyes.

Xia Chen chuckled, "My dear, I'm sure you don't want to, right? It's better to get rid of unrealistic thoughts as soon as possible. After all, if you become like that, I won't be interested anymore."

"You always don't want to stay by my side. Do you know how I felt when you left? It's really sad that you just left me like that."

At first Xia Chen really had the attitude of playing with Yang Zefeng, but later he didn't feel it at all, it's a pity that Yang Zefeng always smashed it with his own hands.

"Even if you die, I won't let you go."

Xia Chen looked at Yang Zefeng's ironic smile without saying a word, his eyes darkened.

"Baby, you have always been a person who knows the times, haven't you? As long as you don't annoy me, life will be easy. It shouldn't be difficult to try to like me, and you will be much better off then."

Even though it may be more uncomfortable than killing him, Yang Zefeng always cherishes his life so much.

"You're dreaming." Yang Zefeng chuckled.

Xia Chen curled his lips into a smile, "You will fall in love with me, because you have no right to refuse."

"You also feel very good when you do it with me, don't you?"

Yang Zefeng was wearing a slim-fitting shirt with two buttons undone, allowing people to see the beautiful collarbone. Xia Chen directly tore open the other's shirt, and the twisted and stretched parts were all over the place.

Lowering his head, he took the brown meat into his mouth and bit it lightly. Xia Chen immediately felt the body below him tremble like an electric shock, and then suddenly became stiff.

Yang Zefeng's face suddenly became a little uneasy, because he really felt Xia Chen's touch.

Yang Zefeng gritted his teeth secretly, and subconsciously pinched the bed sheet tightly, but Xia Chen suddenly stopped and moved closer to Yang Zefeng's ear.

"That woman was your bed partner before."

"It's none of your business." Yang Zefeng said coldly to Xia Chen who knew the reason for asking.

"It's really none of my business, but with such a sensitive body, can that woman satisfy you?" Xia Chen kneaded Yang Zefeng's chest muscles with his hands.

"I'm your first man and the only one, so I will satisfy you in the future." Xia Chen smiled wickedly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll make you cry and cum."

"Pervert!" Yang Zefeng roared in embarrassment, his face turned pale with anger.

"I'm just a pervert." Xia Chen said with a cheerful smile.

Xia Chen propped up his hands, covering Yang Zefeng in his own shadow, "I'll give you a month, I hope you can think it through."