“For… why?”

Yuan Batian bared his teeth, and there was still blood on his teeth.

With a grim smile on his face, he pressed Nan Tseng on the wall, turned sideways to Nan Tseng's ear, and whispered: "Because you are still nostalgic for the past!"

Nan Tseng was stunned at first, then felt wronged, and finally felt relieved.

He did something wrong, showing kindness, which was to give the host and the West Naughty Children a decent way of dying so that their spirits would not be reduced to food!

All evils are revealed by one good, and all virtues are destroyed by one evil.

Nan Ting smiled, and his smile was very miserable.

Yuan Batian laughed sinisterly, and at this time his face turned half white and half black.

He held Nan Tseng, his hands were claw-shaped, and directly grabbed Nan Tseng's chest, took out a beating heart, and stuffed it into his mouth.

A little bat rushed out of Nan Tseng's body. Yuan Batian quickly glanced and grabbed it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The two voices combined into one seem to be reminding myself.

"And that old guy!"

After saying that, Yuan Batian looked at Fu Shangzhen.

The blood demon ancestor smiled slightly, and his soul directly crashed into the Iron of the God of Death, and finally turned into a golden spot of light and fell into the blood pool.

"Okay, boy, you will be the new ancestor of the blood demon in the future!"

A voice came from Yuan Batian's mouth, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was telling everyone.

"Okay, can you devour your fellow tribe? Then I'll give you another big meal!" This voice completely belonged to Yuan Batian.

A strange smile appeared on his face, and he slowly turned around and looked at Qi Futian and Tao Tuntian!

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Chapter completed!