Chapter 129: Playing a flower gun

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"Dragon Roar!" Liu Qianchang shouted, and the tip of the fiery dragon cannon suddenly lit up, and a white dragon with fangs and claws attacked the god of death within a very short distance. The god of death did not expect that this guy seemed honest and tragic on the surface, and he was a little infected by his perseverance and admired him a little. But suddenly, he was like a gentle little sheep, and suddenly turned into a wolf with cold eyes. Even with the ability of the god of death, at such a close distance and unpreparedness, there was no way to avoid it.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a loud bang sounded. The black robe suddenly cracked into pieces, flying in the sky, and huge shock waves spread outwards. Energy swept across the sea, causing waves of surging.

"Puff!" When Liu Qian turned back and forth on the back of the dragon again, the light had dissipated, and only the remaining energy after the impact was scattered and intertwined in the void.

Suddenly! Liu Qian opened his mouth wide and stared at the Death God who was still standing on the back of the bone dragon. Unexpectedly, Death God was actually a woman. Moreover, she was a very beautiful woman with a petite figure and delicate face. If Liu Qian hadn't known that she was a famous Death God and met her on the road, he would have thought she was a cute little girl from the academy and might have come up to eat shamelessly tofu. What made Liu Qian's eyes even stare out was that the dragon roar just now shattered all her clothes, and the purpose was a naked and naked body, with long black hair floating in the wind.

Everything was perfect except for the tiny face.

"Despicable guy, I will squeeze out your spirit spirit into pieces." The god of death said almost gritted his teeth. With a wave of his bare hands, a dark mist completely opened up. This was the first time Liu Qian heard her speak, and the first half of the sentence changed a little, tending to be neutral. But he realized that there was no need to cover it in the second half, so it turned into a crisp, nice and pleasant voice.

The sound was nice and nice, but Liu Qian was not happy at all. His strongest move, Long Yin, actually smashed her clothes. His whole body, including his hair, was not damaged at all. But no matter what, he could not weaken his momentum, so he patted the lewd dragon's head and laughed: "I said lewd dragon, don't you call a few female dragons all day long?" After pausing, he aimed at the bone dragon again: "Look at the famous Lord Death God is actually a woman. Her mount is petite and exquisite, and I guess it is also a female dragon."

"Uh..." Qinglong said with a little laughter and crying: "Boss, you are still in the mood to tell jokes now? I'm not a dog, I'm really not interested in a bunch of bones."

Hearing that Liu Qian was still intent on chatting and teasing, the murderous aura of death was even more intense, floating lightly from the bone dragon, cold and angry: "Shameless guy, go and die."

"Wait!" Liu Qian hurriedly called her.

Death wanted to kill this shameless guy immediately, but when he heard him say a pause, he couldn't help but want to hear what this despicable guy would say. So he stopped himself, and his cold eyes shot straight towards Liu Qian through the black fog.

Logically speaking, the murderous aura in the eyes of the super expert was enough to force Liu Qian to move. But the shot just now knocked her clothes to pieces, and she saw her naked body completely without any sense of awe. She immediately turned the long blood-drinking blade around her fingertips for a few times, put on a POSS, and asked with a serious look: "I said, Lord Death, I have no grudges and you. Why do you have to chase me?"

No grievances or grievances? The God of Death admired Liu Qian's forgetfulness very much, so he snorted coldly, "Why do you say no grievances or grievances when you kill my servants? If you have any nonsense, just say it quickly, and die after you finish it." The unconcealed voice was fragile and charming.

"Uh! It's not good for you, your servant?" Liu Qian sighed in a pity, "He wants to come to visit, just knock on the door. He has to choose to come and disturb me in the middle of the night. You know, Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold at a moment. I said, "My death God, if you are having sex with me, if someone breaks in for no reason, what will you be?"

The God of Death had never expected that the guy in front of him would be so brave. He dared to eat his own tofu? For tens of thousands of years, he had always appeared as a ruthless man. He had long been accustomed to being awe, fear, even hatred and disgust. He had not even spoken to many people for tens of thousands of years. He felt a long-lost novelty in his heart. But at the same time, he was also angry when he was provoked for authority, and snorted coldly: "Are you finished speaking? Then you can die. Shameless guy."

"Wait!" Liu Qian called her again, with a solemn face and said in a little sad and angry: "The dragon of lust, there is a saying in our hometown that a soldier can be killed and not humiliated. Death, you look down on others too much. I, Liu Qian, have practiced for many years and have seen through life and death, ups and downs and downs. Death, don't force me to use my ultimate move."

Qinglong nodded in fear. Indeed, insults are sometimes more unacceptable than being killed. Infected by Liu Qian's desolate atmosphere, Qinglong also said angrily: "Yes, boss. We fight with her. You can kill a soldier, not humiliate it. But it's a pity. I am still a dragon."

"Squeak, squeak!" Xiaoxue also came out of Liu Qian's arms and shouted at the god of death tremblingly, full of excitement to die with him.

The God of Death looked at the three guys in front of him who wanted to fight for their own lives and was full of disdain. As the God of Death, there were so many people who were more tragic than Liu Qian. Even the guys who were more tragic than Liu Qian were like crucian carp. However, finally, Liu Qian dared to shoot a knife in front of him, and the words behind him were still a bit of a backbone. The God of Death decided to keep him a whole body and destroy his spirit.

Just as the God of Death was waiting for Liu Qian to come up and fight to the death, Liu Qian suddenly put away his serious face and asked curiously: "By the way, I said God of Death. You have forgotten your lines, didn't you?"

"Line?" The god of death raised his eyebrows in the fog, not understanding why this guy suddenly said this. Even Xiaoxue and Qinglong were full of curiosity.

"Yes, lines." Liu Qian cleared his throat and said seriously: "BOSS-level people like you usually have ambitions. Ambitions usually look at some young talents with superb strength, and then arrange some seductions, financial seductions, etc. Wouldn't it be better to attract talents to your subordinates? For example, I have been practicing for more than 70 years and have broken through the Spiritual Soul Stage. Is it definitely a rare talent. If you like it, you can take me as your own!"

The tragic look of the dragon was slowly disappearing. Hearing that he almost fell from a low altitude to the sea, he secretly sighed that his boss was too shameless. He just said that a soldier could be killed but not humiliated and wanted to fight with people. In the blink of an eye, he wanted to surrender. Xiaoxue also covered her face with her two furry claws, which was embarrassing.

What Liu Qian said made Death feel a little amused. In his long life, he has seen many people. Although those people have died at his own hands, he has never seen a strange guy like Liu Qian. However, he heard that he had achieved his current achievements in just 70 years of cultivation. He was also very surprised and could not help but look at him with admiration. You know, it took him tens of thousands of years to train two or three god-level servants. Another one had died in Liu Qian's hands, and he was destroyed and even his soul did not escape.

Seeing that the God of Death didn't speak, Liu Qian immediately laughed and added, "How are you thinking about it? Give me a deputy God of Death or something, I promise to be loyal to you, help you go through fire and water, and eliminate dissidents. Of course, if God of Death, you think I am handsome and elegant." Liu Qian put on a chic look and said with a charming look: "I won't object to want to accept me as a harem or something. I am very strong, and I guarantee to serve you well."

After listening to the first half of the sentence, the God of Death was still a little impressed. But the latter half of the sentence made the God of Death stunned on the spot, thinking to myself why there would be such a person in this world? For tens of thousands of years, especially after being awarded the title of God of Death, in order to maintain dignity, he always appeared as a male. Every servant under his subordinates was respectful and fearful to him, and no one dared to object to every word he said. Especially in his hall, the palace, even the servants who trusted the most, did not dare to take a step. Regardless of the male and female, the violator would definitely be wiped out. Every time in the bedroom, the God of Death would take off his black robe and stare at his cold face. It has been tens of thousands of years, and the weak girl with a spirit that made people feel terrified of death, and the ice on his face has never melted. Today, that guy's words have made him feel a little slight to laugh deep in his heart.

"You are absolutely going to die..." The god of death calmed down and was about to expel the feeling of being both happy and trembling. Anyone, under the habit of tens of thousands of years, would resist change. The same is true for the god of death, and the subconscious mind added the idea of ​​killing Liu Qian.

The rich dead air was pressing towards Liu Qian, and a low and sharp sound of breaking through the air came. The hair was just a piece of hair. Liu Qian's face condensed, and he subconsciously moved to the side with his excellent reaction and skills. Hiss... A hole the size of a finger was drilled into the shoulder, and scarlet blood burst out. The hair was originally coming straight to Liu Qian's heart.

"Wait, let me let Xiaolong say goodbye before I die." Liu Qian's eyes rolled. He was passing his shoulder while dodging again, and blood sprayed. He felt so distressed. This was the blood of a master of spirit spirit. Although it was not the way to learn from spiritual blood, it was also considered an excellent refining material.

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"The Best Emperor"

An unexpected experience made him an emperor who was about to destroy the dynasty.

Should I turn the tide or protect myself? Who will tell me the answer?!

Laughing and scolding, the emperor could do this!

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