When Shi Taisong, the general manager of Rabbit Tooth, saw Wen Zilong and others tied up with a knife on their necks, his eyes turned black and almost fell to the ground.

For now, Wen Zilong is a big tree in their rabbit teeth.

They must hold Wen Zilong, the big tree, tightly and not let go.

And now, the big tree suddenly fell.

A month ago, their rabbit teeth almost fell off the cliff.

It was Wen Zilong who pulled them up.

But now, before they can stand up, they are about to fall off the cliff again.

God, are you kidding me?

He collapsed directly on the sofa, feeling a little exhausted.

At this time, a prompt sound rang in his astral brain.

He took it over and saw it, and was a little surprised.

Because the avatar shown above actually belongs to Wen Zilong.

Didn’t Wen Zilong be captured?

With doubts, he connected to the communication.

Soon, Wen Zilong's projection was displayed.

At this time, Wen Zilong was lying comfortably on the recliner, looking leisurely and leisurely.

"Brother Wen, you..."

Shi Taisong was too surprised and no longer called Brother Wen.

Wen Zilong Dao:

"Hey, what's your name? Brother Wen? Brother Long... Brother Long doesn't seem to be right. Just call me Brother Wen."

Shi Taisong looked at the live broadcast screen, and Wen Zilong was indeed under control.

Let’s look at Wen Zilong’s communication with himself and said in confusion:

"Brother Wen, is this a kind of clone technique? Didn't clone technique be lost more than 50,000 years ago?"

Wen Zilong smiled and said:

"I won't tell you this for now. Now you can quickly put our old magic fairy's live broadcast room in the most prominent position on the homepage. With the influence of the Luoye Sword Sect, this is a free advertisement. If you don't seize this opportunity, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Shi Taisong nodded:

"Just now, I thought you old demon fairy really wanted to be destroyed, so I was not in the mood or the time to arrange it. Since I knew you were fine, I would be relieved. I will arrange it now."

Since Wen Zilong is fine, everything will be easy.

This time, the Luoye Sword Sect actually started a live broadcast to take revenge, which is a great opportunity for Rabbit Teeth.

Soon, Rabbit Ya Live put the old magic fairy's live broadcast room on the homepage.

At the same time, in the inn where Wen Zilong stayed.

He is watching the live broadcast.

In the picture, although Brother Urinated Frequently turned pale, he still maintained his funny live broadcast style.

"Dear brothers and sisters, please see, the one who looks very beautiful and dressed in white is the wife of the former head of the Luoye Sword Sect and the current head Wang Qianqian."

"As the saying goes, if you want to be pretty, you will be filial. This filial piety dress fully demonstrates Wang Qianqian's beauty. If I can still live and find a girlfriend, I will definitely let her wear a filial piety dress all day long and sway in front of me."

At this time, the elder of the Luoye Sword Sect next to him glared at Brother Feng's eyes.

The brother urinated quickly and shrank his neck and said:

"Just kidding. This is probably the last live broadcast in my life. Of course, I want to show my most beautiful side to the audience. Although I am afraid of death, I cannot reveal it on the surface. This is my confession of Brother Urinating Frequently."

Even the disciples of the Luoye Sword Sect were convinced.

This guy is still so poor when he dies.

Soon, Wang Qianqian, the head of the Luoye Sword Sect, spoke:

"Kill that irrelevant guy first."

A disciple of the Luoye Sword Sect immediately put a big knife in front of the previous little anchor.

Then, without a word, he cut it down with one knife.

Chih--

Blood splattered.

Of course, the Yalongs have strong vitality.

Even if the head is cut, it is difficult to die immediately.

At this time, Wen Zilong, who had not spoken much, moved.

A black sickle appeared above his head, and it flew directly above the little anchor.

The only 2,000 health points that the little anchor had were taken away.

At the same time, a black scroll emerged and took away his soul.

The disciples of the Luoye Sword Sect at the scene were all surprised.

Wen Zilong has seen this black sickle and black scroll before.

When they killed their head, Wen Zilong used these two things.

But strangely, he actually helped the disciples of the Luoye Sword Sect kill his own subordinates?

What is this doing?

Wang Qianqian was also slightly stunned.

He thought about ten thousand Wen Zilong's resistance, but he did not expect that not only did he not resist at all, he also helped the disciples of the Luoye Sword Sect kill his own subordinates.

At the same time, the barrage in the live broadcast room was also surprised.

"Huh? I'm killing my own people?"

"Is he scared crazy?"

"Does it meant that I wanted to gain Wang Qianqian's favor in this way and spare his life?"

"Is this too shameless?"

Of course, there are also people who argue for Wen Zilong and the others.

"It is obvious that if the Luoye Sword Sect kills his subordinates, they will not die with one knife. But it will be very painful. The Luoye Sword Sect will definitely not let them die so easily. He ended his subordinates in order to make his subordinates suffer some pain."

"What a good boss."

"It's the boss of someone else's family."

Wang Qianqian obviously realized this.

He sneered and said:

"Pull out the other one and kill it! This time I'm optimistic about Wen Zilong. Don't let him take action."

"yes!"

The two disciples pulled out another little anchor.

However, before they could move, Wen Zilong had already taken action again.

The Death Scythe directly took away the little anchor.

At the same time, the Evil Spirit Scroll also took over the little anchor's soul.

Wang Qianqian was furious:

"Great Elder, please beware of him or not!"

The Great Elder responded quickly: "Yes, yes."

As he said that, he took out a soul-suppressing nail.

He used energy to punch the soul-suppressing nail into the back of Wen Zilong's head.

Wen Zilong stopped moving.

Next, Wang Qianqian ordered someone to pull out the three.

"Great Elder, give me a knife and cut his flesh down. You can't let him die within ten minutes."

"yes."

The great elder responded and ordered someone to take a knife.

It started to scratch on San's body.

"ah--"
To be continued...