Zhang Yunyan looked at the enshrined ranking and wondered about the word "Jiuyou Shengjun", thinking about it.

She soon remembered that in the Devil's Cave of Qinglong Mountain, the divine master was called Jiuyou Shengjun.

Yunyan frowned slightly, and was deeply surprised. Is the Jiuyou Shengjun enshrined in Yanfu the same Lord?

If that's the case, Yan Xiaopeng's collusion with the devil who harms people will be even more reckless, and hurting people will be like a child's play. We must not let go of this sinful guy.

Yun Yan did not believe that Yan Xiaopeng would know the old devil. Perhaps this Jiuyou Shengjun had someone else. He was a **** worshipped by the Yan family, but I do n’t know who is sacred.

The Yan family worshipped this sage, praying to protect the life and property of the Yan government and bring prosperity to the Yan family.

This enshrined tablet is not the ancestor of the Yan family, Zhang Yunyan no longer ignores it, and does not want to offend the sacred one by ruining the tablet.

She couldn't help thinking of the two monsters she encountered when she came here to avenge her. Did Yan Xiaopeng really collude with the monsters? Are the two monsters, one man and one woman really accomplices of Yanfu?

Maybe it is, the living king has nothing to do with evil, and the black and white are omnipresent, and it is likely that he and the demon and ghosts also associate. If so, this bully is even more sinful, and he must not be allowed to live in the world again, it must be eradicated.

Zhang Yunyan turned away and had no time to take care of her, and was anxious to slaughter the live king and avenge her father and mother.

She crept up the wooden stairs, fearing a little noise would startle the people upstairs.

On the second floor, two large candles were lit, brightly lit.

On the bed, there was a tall and blessed man who looked like he was about fifty years old. He was cuddling and tumbling with a young woman ...

Zhang Yunyan determined that the man was old and must be Yan Xiaopeng.

The woman looked seventeen or eighteen years old, her face was like a peach blossom, she was rosy and shiny, her face was charming, her apricot eyes were shining, her voice was soft and fascinating, making the man's body and mind mad.

The enemies day and night thinking are in front of her, and the hatred woman is already so angry that she jumps upstairs and goes straight to the bed.

The man on the bed hadn't had time to respond yet, and had been stopped by the flying dragon's sword.

The two happy and playful people were dumbfounded, their eyes widened, and they stared at the goddess who suddenly came, shaking and panicking.

Upstairs, the laughter disappeared in an instant, the joy flew without a trace, and in a blink of an eye shrouded in a dark and terrifying atmosphere, it was frightening.

Zhang Yunyan is like a raging goddess, her angry eyes are flaming, her handsome face is stretched a bit stiff, cold and terrible, eager to devour the enemy in front of her, and vent her long-time hatred.

Forced by the Flying Dragon Sword, the woman asked sharply, "Are you Yan Xiaopeng?"

The comer seemed like a fierce god, and suddenly came before him, which was surprising and shocking.

The man on the bed hurriedly pushed away the trembling woman in his arms.

He was frightened at a loss, and his words were difficult to say: "Ah ... you ..."

The woman screamed in horror, curled up in the corner of the bed, her body trembling, her face pale, her expression terrified, and she could not utter a word except the moan.

At this moment, Zhang Yunyan was like a raging goddess who was aggressive. Her buns didn't know when to spread out, her long hair was covered, and it was stuck together after being washed by rain, or put on her back, or stuck to her cheek.

Her face was stiff, and her expression of anger and hatred was cold and aggressive. Under the eyebrows, a pair of fiery eyes flashed, and the candlelight was constantly shaking, and the atmosphere inside the room was more gloomy.

Yun Yan's body was tightly wrapped in ** clothes, and her left arm and chest had two bright reds, which were particularly distinctive, showing that the iron goddess could hardly be shaken.

Angry eyes looked like two sharp swords, and the bright sword was moving with them.

This momentum, this look, the devil will scare away when he sees it, hard to find traces.

Zhang Yunyan's eyes widened, and she was still asking: "Come on, are you Yan Xiaopeng?"

Facing the majestic and terrible fierce god, the man was so frightened that he trembled and shuddered, and cold sweat percolated all over his body.

He stuttered, "I ... I am, you ... what are you doing?"

Yan Xiaopeng was very frightened, staring closely at the dying goddess and the man-eating sword, who was about to lose his life.

The heroine heard affirmative words, suddenly became furious, and shouted in the house, "I want to kill you! Kill you!"

Her words were as loud as a thunder and a thunderous sound.

In that moment, Yun Yan's stiff face was even more ruthless. Her angry eyes would pierce the enemies, and the fire of revenge would rise instantly, like a burst of magma bursting out, overflowing and splashing, and turning everything in front of her into ashes.

Yan Xiaopeng was so shocked that he was so frightened that the bed shook with it.

Faced with the terrible person, he struggled and asked, "Why ... why did you kill me, you and I don't know you?"

"Bastard, Grandma will let you die!"

The woman is so violent that she can't wait to chop the enemies into flesh immediately.

Yan Xiaopeng trembled, his horror eyes fixed on the goddess's grim face, and the man-eating sword.

"Last name Yan, do you still remember killing a man named Zhang Erlin in Lianhu Village?"

"Lianhu Village? Zhang Erlin? I don't know him, and I didn't hurt him. You must have misremembered, you ... you've wronged me, there is no such thing ..."

"Well, you don't remember, my aunt can remember it clearly. This deep hatred has been memorized for more than ten years, and I will never forget it forever!"

"You are a stolen plant, nothing like that!"

This is a matter of life and death. At the time of life, Yan Xiaopeng is very afraid and must deny it with or without it. He really doesn't remember a poor man in the country, not to mention the fact that it was more than a decade ago.

He knew that this kind of thing had been done too much for decades. Perhaps it was true. For the sake of his life, he could never admit it.

Zhang Yunyan rushed in anger and yelled, "You colluded with the county and killed Zhang Erlin. This aunt and grandma have kept in mind that you can't rely on it."

"I ... I really don't know that person and never hurt him ... you ... you must haven't figured it out, you blame the good guy."

"Well, you deserve to talk about the good guys. This is a big joke. Live Yan Wang, you do n’t admit it, it ’s no use. Grandma just wants you to understand. I ask you again, more than ten years ago, at Yulong Lake In the small building next to you, even the Zhou family in the lake village forced you to jump off the building and commit suicide. Did you forget it? "

"Zhou's? I don't know her, nothing like that!"

The woman was furious and cursed: "Live Lord, I know you dare not admit it, you can't save it if you deny it. Your aunt and grandmother will kill you, hurt your loved ones, avenge your loved ones, and kill the people!"

Yan Xiaopeng was trembling with fright, and uttered stuttered words: "Wait, let me think about it, think about ... Zhou, Zhou ... I ... I remember that woman, but ... She is the building she jumps on, what does it do with me. You and me

No resentment and no resentment, why did the night break into Yan Mansion and threaten me? "

"Fart, Zhou was insulted by you forcibly and forced himself to jump off the building and commit suicide. How can you say that it has nothing to do with you? Live Yan Wang, you have killed countless people, how many families are ruined in your hands, and deserve to talk about the king? There is no king, there is no way to deceive people, and to die! "

"You ... you are spitting blood, I am also a local talented person, always obeying the law and disciplining others, and listening to nonsense and planting me. Take a step back and say that even if Zhou's death had something to do with me, it wasn't me who took her Pushed downstairs. Besides, that's a matter of many years ago. What has it to do with you, why should you cry for her? "

"Aunt Grandma and you have a deep hatred!"

The woman stared fiercely at the enemy, and her stiff, trembling mouth popped out of steel-like words, landing on the ground.

Yan Xiaopeng knew that the knife had fallen, and his life was gone, and he was trembling with fright.

The woman had been curled up in the corner of the bed, and her trembling body was wrapped in a quilt. She couldn't even look at it and could not speak.

Zhang Yunyan said angrily: "Listen Yan, you listen carefully, Zhang Erlin is my father! Zhou is my mother! You killed my father and mother, and my aunt and grandmother came here to find you, just to report this **** hatred!"

These words are loud and powerful, astonishing.

Yan Xiaopeng couldn't deny that, like an arrow of interest, shot into the sinful heart, he was about to lose his life. He was terrified when he saw that his enemies came to ask for his life.

In eagerness, he was still dying and explained slyly: "I ... I remember it. At that time, I was not forcibly forced. This was true. At that time, I was ... I was ... ... By the way, I have a deal with Zhou, and she is willing. She has got something and is very satisfied. Of course, I am also helpful. You can't wrong me ... "

He tried his best to exonerate his guilt and beautify his evil deeds.

Zhang Yunyan heard this statement and was even more furious: "Fart! You obviously forced my mother to death, but you also slandered and planted the stolen goods. Your aunt will never let you go!"

In the face of the victim's descendants and the fierce **** of death, Yan Xiaopeng knew that it was useless to say anything, and he was about to lose his life.

In the hellish little building, a sudden thunder exploded: "Live Lord, your death is here, and your aunt and grandma will send you to Yin Cao Difu to meet the Lord!"

With the "thunder" that exploded, the glittering flying dragon sword lifted.

At this moment, the violent woman, the cannibalized sword, the blood splattered in the blink of an eye ... It was like a thunder and lightning flash. To destroy this "hell", all fear and suffocation ...

Just as the bloodthirsty sword was about to fall, the woman curled up in the corner of the bed was screaming in fright and despair.

Her handsome face was as pale as the dead, her eyes closed tightly, and with the constant moaning, her body was shaking and the bed was shaken.

At this moment, Zhang Yunyan could not help but glance at the woman, and her eyes were burning with the anger of revenge.

Who knows, she was a little distracted, but Yan Xiaopeng took the rare opportunity to suddenly fight back. This bully is known to be dead, and kicked in despair.

He is still dying and struggling to fight for life with those who demand it, and is eager to gain a little vitality.

Zhang Yunyan was not prepared for the dying, and was kicked back a few steps.

As soon as she stood firm, Yan Xiaopeng had jumped out of bed and immediately fought with a steel knife and rushed over like an evil wolf to kill the terrible goddess with anger. 2k novel reading network