MTL - The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss-Chapter 555 Big Brother gives people a sense of oppression

  Chapter 555 The feeling of oppression from the big brother

   As for this big brother—

   Gong Zeyu looked at the mahogany sword in the opponent's hand, and felt that his chances of escaping were still very high.

   After all, it’s just a mahogany sword, not an open-edged sword. The tip of the sword is blunt. It may be good at dealing with ghosts and monsters, but it’s also good at not hitting people, right?

  Maybe it hurts a little bit from the beating.

   As he thought, he had already reached the eaves next to him in two or three steps.

   "Ah, the moonlight is not particularly good today, since you guys have something to talk about, then I'll come back as a guest next time, no need to give away—"

   "唰—"

  A sword.

  Gong Zeyu's pupils widened in an instant, he turned around, and his pupils also looked in the direction that the sword-like aura came from.

   Strands of black hair slipped from his ears and fell on the eaves.

   Opposite him, Ye Changan followed him up to the roof at some point, exclaimed in a low voice, and looked up at him with a smile.

   "I'm sorry, I'm a bit clumsy. I haven't stepped on this kind of rubble, and I almost didn't stand firm, so I accidentally missed it."

Although Sanqing Taoist Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years, Sanqing Taoist Temple still adopts a more modern roof and retains the original cornice design for the convenience of repair, but the tiles are no longer there. Now only the cornices are kept. He said that the whole roof would be crumbling and might be blown away in heavy wind and rain. He couldn't even imagine what kind of symphony it would be if their Taoist temple used a tiled roof!

  So I suddenly guessed that this kind of ancient design building, the loose tiles really made Ye Changan a little uncomfortable.

"is that a lie…"

   Gong Zeyu looked at the mahogany sword in Ye Changan's hand, and reached out to touch the hair beside his ear.

   Not to mention that it was short, the ears were bleeding, and his hands felt sticky.

  The pain came up after a while.

  How on earth can that mahogany sword cut a wound?

After Ye Changan said this, he didn't talk nonsense with him. He stepped forward a few steps forward with a sharp sword aura, and his every move was easy to block the opponent's retreat. Moreover, one sword after another was too fast. Zeyu was so flustered that he couldn't hold back, every sword was forcing him to his death.

  This Sanqing Daoist claims to help the world earn money for charity...It is true that he may kill people.

  Gong Zeyu's heart was terrified by the sword and sword, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He had never met anyone with such a strong sense of oppression.

  Why is this person missing from the information? !

   This guy is obviously much scarier than Tang Jin, okay? ?

   A few more wounds were added to the face.

  He didn't know where the opponent's sword energy went, and he didn't even know how the unsharp mahogany sword hurt people.

  Everything happened so fast.

  His eyes couldn't respond.

   Until the last sword was aimed at his throat.

  He flung out a piece of jade in his pocket in a panic.

   There was a shrill scream.

  Ye Changan's smile paused for a while, looking at the emerald on the ground whose light suddenly dimmed, and then at the human-shaped ghost whose sword tip slowly dissipated.

  Gong Zeyu has already taken the opportunity to flee wildly.

  Ye Changan's red pupils were slightly exposed.

   "Do you control ghosts?"

   It is really similar to the organization that my junior sister described.

  Everyone has a specialty, led by the traitor from Xuanqing Taoist Temple, who wants to realize their ulterior motives and desires.

  Ye Changan quickly chased after him, but in terms of escaping, the other party may be a genius, or the magic he learned provided him with great convenience.

  Ye Changan became a little impatient, he walked faster, and swiped his sword to scatter the ghosts blocking the way.

  Those ghosts were probably captured by him forcibly, as if he was waiting for the ghosts to take shape after killing Zong Siyan.

  If it was that ghost, it might be more difficult to deal with, but these are really not a problem for Ye Changan.

   No matter how fast Gong Zeyu is, he is not as fast as Ye Changan, a 'male mother' who runs up and down the mountains all day long, has an unreliable master, and can't delay taking care of the baby and making money.

  Before he ran out of the range of the roof of the clan's mansion, Gong Zeyu was stopped by Ye Changan again.

   "I have been looking for you for a long time for bullying my juniors and juniors."

Ye Changan had killed too many ghosts tonight. At this moment, his eyes were all open, his red pupils were faint in the dark night, and his whole body was entwined with the aura of the ghost he had just exorcised. Harsh looks, but coupled with the eyes, the smile, and the ghostly aura, there is a terrifying and gloomy aura in it.

  The mahogany sword was flicked lightly, with an overly gentle tone.

"But it's too late now. It's really bad for my lovely junior sister not to sleep anymore. She still has to grow up. It's all you who made troubles. Last year really annoyed me too, so, you just You don't need to go back to inform, just stay—here."

   That sword was too fast.

   It's too infiltrating.

   There is no escape at all.

  How could it be possible to escape from him completely?

  He clearly said he was a decent person, but he felt the same kind of feeling... He can really kill people.

   And there is no psychological barrier, and he doesn't feel that he is wrong at all, but he has been restricted by various treaty norms, or more importantly, by the people he cares about in the Sanqing Taoist Temple.

  The ferocity of this guy is no less than that of the Shan Hai Jing beast that Chi Nuan and the others failed to summon.

   "Tsk."

  Ye Changan stood on the spot and looked up, watching Gong Zeyu being lifted into the air by a ghost and flying away quickly.

  The smell of blood spread in the air, and an arm was dropped at Ye Changan's feet, and there was still an emerald object in that arm that he hadn't had time to use.

  The smile on Ye Changan's face disappeared, and he was a little irritated, so he raised his foot and kicked that arm.

   "Isn't this too outrageous? Any ghost can be accepted. That thing just now is a ghost of a vulture, right? Where did he find this kind of thing, and how did he turn it into a ghost?"

  The other party's determination to survive with a broken arm prevented Ye Changan from swinging his second sword in time, causing people to run away. Something unplanned happened, which made Ye Changan unhappy.

  He also enthusiastically wanted to avenge his junior brother, and let him see what kind of abilities he possessed before he was qualified to run away from home, but only one arm was left behind.

  Ye Changan closed his blood-red eyes again, slowly wound up his mahogany sword little by little, and put it away.

  The black hair hangs down softly, still showing a gentle and harmless appearance, a little annoyed.

   "What do I need this arm for?"

   Have to find a place to bury it.

   And this emerald.

   It should be useless by the other party, right?

  Ye Changan smiled at this thought.

   Still the gentle elder brother who seems to have no temper.

  (end of this chapter)