Chapter 1702: gift

Quiet, deadly quiet! Everyone saw that the boss was kneeling in this way, and they no longer had the heart to resist, all of them were discouraged, knelt down, and begged for mercy.
Yang Feng didn't look at them, but coldly said: "Acknowledgement... is it just a lip service!"
bump! With a loud noise, Yang Feng just flicked his long knife, and the entire gaming table broke up in an instant, and the soul contract on the table immediately spread all over the floor.
Eight of them were blank, unbiased, and floated in front of the eight people.
His body shook, Gao Jin raised his head with a stubborn look, looked at the contract in front of him that determined his future fate, reluctantly closed his eyes, and raised his hand to imprint his soul on it.
Seeing this, the other seven people had no choice but to engrave their soul imprints.
At this point, these eight people became Yang Feng's servants of the evil god! "Wushuang, are you okay, my mother is here to save you!"
At this time, Mei Yan hurriedly came to Heng Wushuang to help her release the restriction, but Heng Wushuang didn't even look at her, but stared blankly at Yang Feng, who had been calm from beginning to end, for a long time. Can't move his eyes.
This is a big man, so strong aura.
As soon as Hen Wushuang was born, his family ethics fell into disrepair, and he had never seen any big scenes, high-profile figures.
Yang Feng's weightlifting is light, and a few words can be used to frighten a group of people, once in her opinion, the strength of the ferocious big brothers, immediately stunned her, eyes full of small stars of worship.
She still didn't react until Yang Feng put away the contracts and walked closer to their wives.
"Magic, that... is the kid okay?"
For the first time facing this daughter whom he never knew, Yang Feng swept away the calmness and calmness just now, and became a little nervous.
Mei Xing gave him a fierce look, ignored him, pulled up Heng Wushuang's hand and walked out.
"Eh, what's the matter with you?"
Yang Feng was puzzled, and hurriedly stopped, suspiciously.
A thick breath came out of her nostrils, Mei Yan gave him a hateful look: "What's wrong with you?
Just now the two are at stake, did you just ignore it? "
"Magic, don't worry, everything is under my control, they can't hurt her."
"What if it hurts?"
Looking at him bitterly, Mei Yan's eyes were a little red and swollen, and said: "What happened to you just let them go?
Do you have to surrender them?
What's the point if you subdue eight of them? "
"Of course it's useful, at least, eight of them can protect you all!"
what?
Mei Yan was puzzled, and Yang Feng didn’t say much. He just handed over the one billion soul contract in his hand and the contract of the eight evil gods to the unknown so Heng Wushuang, murmured: "That... child, you take these , This gambling house is also yours, those eight will be yours in the future, you can let them do whatever you want.
Cthulhu circle is not easy to mix up, take good care of yourself! "
Uh! Her body was slightly stagnant, and Henwu was forcibly stuffed in her hands with this large number of soul contracts that she could not dream of, and she couldn't help being stunned.
Faced with such a generous gift from Yang Feng, she didn't know what to say, so she could only look at Mei Yan in confusion, and muttered: "Mother, this is... you don't want to introduce it?"
"He..." After hesitated, Mei Xing realized that Yang Feng had to subdue the eight evil gods. It turned out that he wanted to be a bodyguard for his daughter. The grievances against him in his heart just now fell by more than half.
However, now that his daughter asked about his identity, Mei Xi didn't know how to speak for a while.
After all, she always cursed her father in front of her daughter for not being able to die, and the daughter's hatred for her father is probably stronger than her.
Now suddenly I told the girl that it was your father who came to save you. I guess the girl can't stand it.
So Mei Yun, after a long pause, said in embarrassment: "This is an old friend of your mother. I heard that you have an accident. Come with your mother to rescue you. Call him Uncle Yang."
"Uncle Yang?"
Hen Wushuang glanced at Yang Feng strangely, but Yang Feng didn't feel his heart stagnation.
His daughter called her own uncle. This taste made him a little bit sorrowful, but Mei Yan did not clarify the relationship between them, and she must still have her own unspeakable concealment.
Perhaps, I was afraid that my daughter could not accept it for a while.
Thinking of this, Yang Feng let out a long breath and smiled bitterly: "Yes, I am your mother's old friend, Yang Feng, you can call me Uncle Yang."
"Oh, Uncle Yang, thank you for saving me.
After the self-mother was expelled from the road of hell, all those who had been involved in the accident left us. It is rare that you are still willing to help us. "
"Really, it's true that people take the tea to cool!"
Nodding clearly, Yang Feng also guessed their current situation.
"It's just that you can come to save us. We are already very grateful. Why are you embarrassed to accept your gift?
I think these things were confiscated by you on your own plane. The evil god's property to be confiscated should be returned to you. Don't make you trouble.
I know these things are not easy to handle in Liudao. "
Then, Hen Wushuang pushed those contracts to Yang Feng.
Yang Feng waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, this is a gift from my uncle!"
"A gift to make up?"
"Yeah, for so many years, your uncle has not been able to participate in your full moon wine and birthday every year, so let's make it up this time.
The girl's house is in the circle of evil spirits, and there is no shortage of money outside.
You hold these, it should be enough for you for a while, don't make your mother run around because of some human souls, and it is not worth it! "
"This..." Hen Wushuang hesitated, then glanced at Mei Yan again.
Mei Yan nodded slightly, and motioned: "You gave it to Uncle Yang, so you can take it with ease. He owes you anyway."
Uh! With a twitch of face, Hen Wushuang heard her mother's grievance, but she didn't know what was going on, so she accepted it: "Thank you Uncle Yang, then."
"Well, so good.
If you have anything to tell your uncle in the future, he will definitely help you solve it, ha ha ha. "
He smiled happily, and then Yang Feng looked at Mei Yan again, and after a little thought, he handed her the Shura knife glowing with hellfire: "You take this to defend yourself, now you are no longer in Liudao, with Wushuang. The Cthulhu Circle must be in danger.
With this, your wife's safety is greatly guaranteed. "
it is good! Determined to nod, Mei Xing was not welcome, and went straight to it.
Yang Feng took a deep look at her, then smiled: "Hey, you answered it well, didn't you even have a thank you?"
"Thank you, you owe me, hum!"
Mei Xing raised her chin proudly, held the Shura knife in front of her, and played with it carefully, with strange colors in her eyes.
She used to be a demon god, and what she was most afraid of was this Shura sword, and she was most curious about how powerful this Shura sword was, how could she meet the gods and kill the gods.
However, she never expected that one day she would have the Shura Sword herself, or it would be given to her by the evil spirit Yang Feng, and suddenly she didn't know what it was like.
"Eh, where did you get this stuff?"
"Oh, I killed an Asura who went to work in the world before, and he snatched it, just like the fire of that robbed you."
"what?
Do you even dare to the Shura?
Too bold! "
The body shook, Mei Yan couldn't believe it, Yang Feng, the man she had always thought to be an evil god, was such a terrifying existence.
It wasn't wrong to fall into his hands.
After all, the Shura is dead in his hands, and he is still alive somehow...