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Chapter 1812 The transport is made by oneself

"Does luck be made by yourself? Thank you for your advice from the old guy. Indeed, I am responsible for my life, and no one can do it!" Brother Rou Dun mustered up the courage to roar: "My life is up to me, open it, open it..."

Brother Rou Shield really broke out because he had already recognized the facts and needed to die at this moment before he could live.

Speaking of which, it is already considered kind to not help his disciples take over the body. After all, he is an outsider, so don’t expect so much.

The smoke burst out, and in this second he broke free from the clamping, suddenly causing the breath to leak out.

In fact, the two of them fought on the spiritual level from beginning to end, so at this moment the two brothers of the Zhang family noticed that Brother Rou Shield was in danger.

This kind of danger is definitely not the last time I died in a dream, but the complete destruction of will. How could the ancestors treat their younger generations like this?

"No! Ancestor, please let Brother Dun go! We didn't really make a fuss this time, but wanted to contribute to the family. Brother Dun is ready to repay the previous talismans! Really, as long as we give us some more time, we can really repay."

Zhang Ling snorted coldly: "Idiot, can't you still see this at this time? My ancestor wants your brother Dun's body. I came down in advance just to help you overcome this crisis. My ancestor is too anxious. I have completed several difficult tasks and can ask Lord Xiaohuan to delay the symptoms of his ancestors! When His Majesty the Demon Lord frees up his hand, how could he watch the ancestor disappear?"

"Ah! What should I do now? Judging from this attitude, can my ancestors listen to our persuasion?"

"No! Because the ancestor's problems are indeed a bit troublesome, and you Brother Shield seems to meet his requirements very much, so you are almost impossible to let the ancestor stop when you see the hunting."

"Damn it! How did it turn into this? No, we must stop our ancestors and not let him fall into evil demons and heretics!" The two brothers looked at each other and nodded vigorously. Before Zhang Ling could react, he pressed against each other's eyebrows.

"You..." Zhang Ling was shocked, and heard a loud rumbling sound, and the two brothers turned into light balls and collided with Brother Shield, who was like a wooden sculpture.

"Bastard, you really think that you have a long life. It's like this every time, let me worry about you." Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and looked forward, then she stomped her feet hard, slamming all her mind and hitting Brother Shield.

There was another roar, and Zhang Ling felt that there was something more around him.

When she rushed into the depths of Brother Rou Shield's consciousness, she saw a withered tree growing behind her. A young man stood on the branch, his eyes tremendously bright.

A painful laughter came from nearby: "Xiao Ling, do you object to me too?"

"Old ancestor, Xiao Ling can't stop you from going this path, but I have to take care of the safety of my two brothers. After all, they are born to the same mother as me. In the Zhang family, I can no longer feel any warmth except them."

"You are too young and don't understand the difficulties of big families! Do you know? I'm going this path is the greatest gentleness for you. Once I fall down, the Zhang family will be nothing. Really, the more I see, the more I feel fear. Why do you think my master can get to this day? In fact, he is timid than anyone else, because he will lose once, he will liquidate it! So the horror of this era gives him strength, otherwise how can the master call himself a demon? No one knows better than me. The word "demon" is a great terror, fear of the cosmic storm, fear of the abyss of the doomsday, and fear of high-dimensional life. It's a bit pitiful to say that all success comes from deep fear!"

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "Oncestor, why didn't you explain your situation to the Demon Lord?"

The voice was passed around and he replied: "Master is powerful, how can he not see my situation? So he doesn't express his opinion as the biggest statement! I know Master too much. On the one hand, he regards people around him as forbidden, and on the other hand, he hopes that people around him will be self-reliant, because closeness and distantness also depends on whether you have the qualifications? Master values ​​comrades and those who can fight side by side with him. As a great disciple, I have given too much care. Haha, my disciple is useless, so naturally I will become a second or even third sequence!"

"Ling'er!" Zhang Tiande suddenly asked back: "When you stand on my side, think about it, what qualifications do I have to bother the teacher?"

After a pause in his voice, he continued: "Actually, the teacher is also looking at what I do. This is a test. If you can't solve your own problems, do you think I am worthy of sitting in this position?"

"Oh! Luck is made by oneself, luck is made by oneself! I have already told this little guy clearly that fate is determined by heaven! Because he cannot change his background or his bloodline, his luck is in his own hands."

At this time, the sky was full of words: "Okay, in order to make you convinced, go! Fight side by side with him, I will lose and make it a break..."

"Crack..." Zhang Ling fell together with the dead tree behind him, and fell into a place in a daze, cold, wet, and depression.

"What is this?" the boy behind him said in surprise: "This is where I grew up with my brother, so cold! I didn't expect my brother to be like this."

"Pais..." A whip sound came from the far room, and only a voice kept scolding: "Xiao Qingpi, how dare you contradict me? Don't look at what your background is? Others are orphans, at least a few relatives and friends of their parents can help me get some benefits every now and then. Let's see you, what do you have..."

"Bang..." The whip became louder and louder.

Zhang Ling and the young man rushed into the room and saw three figures lying in a pool of blood.

I don’t know how long has this vicious fat woman standing in a dark corner been beaten before they arrived? The young Brother Meat and the Zhang family brothers were dying and seemed to be dying the next moment.

"don't want……"

The dead tree rumbled and pierced, like thousands of arrows piercing the fat woman's body, making this hideous face suddenly settle.

The fat woman suddenly became gentle when she saw the boy. She reached out to touch the boy's head. After working hard for no reason, she had to laugh and said, "Child, Mom finally saw you growing up! Don't blame Mom... Mom is venting her anger for you. Mom asked this bastard to take care of you. He didn't take good care of you, leaving scars on the corners of your eyes! Cough cough cough, Mom... Mom is almost out of the way. It's him, he poisoned me to avenge me..."

"Mom?" The boy widened his eyes, and the little bits of childhood flashed quickly across his heart.

My memory is very vague, but here I am, many things began to run through my childhood.

It turned out that he had a mother. Although his mother was vulgar, she was very nice to him. Brother Rou Dun was the little orphan his mother called to take care of him.

"No..." The boy broke out, and he suddenly looked at Brother Rou Dun. It turned out that his brother who never left him was an enemy, but an enemy...
Chapter completed!
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