Chapter 510: Who am I killing?

You must know when the body is squatting, but you can’t die anymore, and people are burning.
What does this suddenly mean suddenly, is it a scam?
On the mourning hall, suddenly dead silence.
Hong Zhaoli, who had already turned around and walked a few steps, returned to his head. His eyes were like eagle, and his murderous murderousness poured into the coffin like a tide.
Hey!
Hey!
There were a few screams in the coffin.
This time everyone is listening really!
"What is going on?" Hong Zhaoli looked coldly at Wen Hanqiu and others.
"Help the Lord, this is awkward, people were really dead at the time." Wen Hanqiu shrugged and looked helpless.
"Hey, I want to play tricks with me, I will send you to you."
Hong Zhaoli sneered.
Even if Qin Hou is not dead, he is a great master. Isn’t it easy to kill that kid?
Wan Jiabao and others saw Hong Zhaoli's eyes different, and quickly kept at the coffin!
"Want, you know this coffin, something is wrong."
"Let me show you how to?"
In the eyes of Hong Zhaoli, the murderous machine skyrocketed, and Senran asked.
"If you are a dead person, you will not worry about it."
Wan Jiabao refused.
"If I have to watch it?"
Hong Zhaoli sighed with anger, and the shocked Wanjiabao and other people were boring in the chest, and the blood surged, and even the stations were unstable.
"Hey!"
The more urgent the call is.
"If the Hong Bang master insists on disturbing the undead of Hou Ye, I will only fight with death." Wan Jiabao waved his hand, and Qin’s disciples pulled out their swords and stood still on the coffin without fear.
"As for your garbage, I want to stop me. How about dismantling your hall now?"
Hong Zhaoli was furious, his arm swung, his anger was in a hurry, and everyone flew out like a broken kite.
"Qin Hou, no matter if you are dead or alive, I will never let you live again. Tonight is destined to be your death."
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
The people in Langzhong heard the cold voice of Hong Zhaoli, and the more urgent they called.
"Are you afraid?"
"Haha, are you afraid?"
"Go and see the prince!"
Hong Zhaoli laughed a lot, and then his face smiled stiffly, and he slammed it on the coffin.
His palm was under the blood, and he made a 30,000-kilogram darkness. He straight into the coffin.
Ok!
There was a sigh in the coffin.
Blood rushed out of the coffin board.
Hong Zhaoli's knowledge of the insider, after confirming the death of the people in the shackles, Hong Zhaoli's mouth appeared a hint of cold smile.
"Qin Hou, it is because you are as good as the sky, can you not fall from the plane, how can you survive my hand?"
"You can't escape the Wuzhishan of Laozi after all!"
Hong Zhaoli laughed wildly.
"Hou Ye!"
Wan Jiabao and other people mourn and mourn, Qi Qi is on the side of the coffin, tears are not stop.
"Okay, let's overtake your Houye. This money is what I gave him to the road."
How was Hong Zhaoli arrogant, throwing a stack of thick banknotes in the side of the brazier, laughing.
"Hong Gang, are you too happy to be too early?"
A cold and cold voice drifted out of the hall.
In an instant, the wind in the hall is full of gloom, curtains, white enamel, paper money flying, the atmosphere is extremely horrible.
Everyone was cold and looked at the door.
But under the dim white lantern, a young boy with a green shirt is standing proudly in the yin wind, with long hair falling down and falling in the wind, but it is not Qin.
"Hou Ye?"
"This?"
Wan Jiabao couldn't believe the screams. After wiping the eyes several times, he finally determined that the boy with long shadows was their Qin Hou.
"Qin Hou, you are not..." Hong Zhaoli fixed his eyes and stunned.
"I am not dead, right?"
"Sorry, let the Hong Bangzhu disappointed, Qin is a big life, safe and sound!"
Qin Xiao smiled and walked in slowly.
"Oh, who can tell me, what the is going on?"
Hong Zhaoli rushed to the cold and autumn and so on.
"Help the Lord, there really was a dragon post, and..."
A Yong and others called the bitter heaven.
"Qin Hou, you are not dead, the people in the coffin are..."
Hong Zhaoli’s lips lingered, his heart was cold, and an ominous premonition came to life.
"The people in the coffin, the helper is familiar with it. You see who didn't come today, isn't he?"
Qin Xiao sneered.
"War...the war?"
Hong Zhaoli muttered.
The Hong war has not appeared for two days. It is reasonable to say that this big occasion, he should not attend, is it that the people in the middle of the country are their own sons?
He didn't dare to think about it anymore, trying to calm his breath, went to the coffin, closed his eyes, and suddenly opened the coffin cover.
"boom!"
The blood in the sputum was dripping, a pale, distorted, desperate face, looking at the coffin board unwillingly.
But it is not his son's battle!
The flood was blood, and the bones were broken. Obviously, I suffered a lot of pain before I died.
what!
what!
Hong Zhaoli hugged his son, tears and tears, and he screamed.
He understood that the shouts in the coffin were the son's distress signal.
Hate, he mistakenly regarded his son as Qin Hou, and killed the killer. He personally sent the Hong war to Huang Quan Road ~ EbookFREE.me~ War!

Hong Zhao’s temper trembling and erect.
"Hong Bangzhu!"
"Your self-made cleverness, personally ruined the pro-son, this taste is not good."
"You can't fight me, I will give you a chance now, give up the position, let me spare you."
Qin Yu faint.
"Abandoning the position of the sage? Just by you?" Hong Zhaoli forcibly suppressed the grief of his heart and closed the coffin board.
"Father, Qin Hou is right, you don't fight, let's raise the sky."
"Without the second brother, I will serve you as well. Why don't you concentrate on cultivation and pursue the Longevity Avenue?"
Hong Wenbin walked in and kneeled on the ground, pleading.
Today's mourning hall, this is set for Hong Zhaoli!
Hong Wenbin knew that this was his father's last hope.
"Oh, who is my way, it turned out to be your traitor!"
"Qin Hou, you can't fix it for me, don't forget, here is the site of my Hongbang. I have more elders and guards. I will teach you blood debts today."
Hong Zhaoli roared, and the fierce suffocating sighed the top of the mourning hall.
"is it?"
Qin Hao touched the nose and smiled.
Suddenly, Wen Hanqiu, standing behind Hong Zhaoli, quietly pulled out the sharp, poisoned dagger and slammed it.
When Hong Zhaoli thought that Wen Hanqiu would betray him, Wen Hanqiu was attacking with all his strength. When he was willing to come over, he was still hiding and was stabbed.
The hardened dagger penetrates the heart and the blood rushes out like a spring.
"what!"
After all, Hong Zhaoli was a god-famous master of great fame. The magical powers shook, and the heart was sealed in one hand, and at the same time, the wind flew and warmed.
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