Qiuyun's eyes showed the meaning of suicide, and Centure urged: "Don't listen to Ye Fengsheng talking nonsense here. You know, only our laboratory can provide infinite possibilities for your future!" This is an immortal body! With the spiritual energy in your body, think of an immortal monk! The future is infinite!"

"Miss Qiu! Miss Qiu!"

Centure cried wildly, but he couldn't let Qiuyun stop him from acting. It took only two seconds before he took his neck from the watercolor elf.

After letting Centure's body fall to the ground, Qiu Yun becomes pale.

She knew that she not only killed one person, but also wiped out her father's only life!

"When did you know that Uncle Qiu is sick?"

Looking at Qiu Yun, Ye Fengsheng frowned and asked.

Qiu Qian initially said to herself that Qiu Juan didn't know about this, and he deliberately hid it in front of Qiu Juan. Where did he think of Qiu Juan? He already knew, which made Ye Fengsheng feel that he was plotting against Qiu Qian.

Even if there is another secret, Ye Fengsheng feels a dry feeling.

"My dad spent $200,000 to stop the doctor from knowing about it."

Qiuyun's face showed a hint of self-deprecation: "But I spent 50,000 yuan to get the medical record from the doctor's assistant."

"My dad always told me that it was just a small problem. It wasn't a big problem. In fact, I knew everything, but he didn't want me to know. If I didn't know that I could give him peace of mind, then I wouldn't pretend to know. It seemed like nothing happened. Isn't it great?"

Qiu Yun was in a very calm mood. In short, her voice was affected by emotions and there was no fluctuation at all. If Ye Fengsheng had not seen her red eyes, she would be considered a weak person.

I don’t know what hysteria she learned after this ability to hide all her emotions in her heart.

"Come on," he put away his emotions, Qiu Yun as usual: "You ask Qin Chao Yu to come here to pick you up, don't drive that Ferrari."

Nodded, Ye Fengsheng felt a trembling on the ground as soon as he took out his phone. After chasing "Game of Thrones", her eyebrows were locked.

The huge breath, like a tornado, slowly spread from the corpse that fell to the ground. The gray aura visible to the naked eye caused the vibration of the ground, and on the hard cement road, countless huge cracks spread like spider webs.

"Cough...cough..."

A sound of gasping from the demon from hell from Centure's throat came from the throat of the corpse with his eyes closed, and Qiu Yun's face turned pale. At the same time, Shin-chul, whose throat was already twisted, staggered up from the ground!

But unlike before, his eyes have changed from the original black to the very bitter red.

Ye Feng frowned at Cen Zhe who was covered with a strange energy.

The piece of flesh that can sense spiritual energy can clearly sense that the chaotic energy entangled with Senzhe at this moment is not spiritual energy, but it makes him reborn after death. It is much rougher than spiritual energy. The spiritual energy seems to be full of power, but it is just a bluff. Compared with real spiritual energy, it is like the difference between water vapor and boiling boiling water.

The tumbling energy seems unstoppable, but in fact it has a surface property with water vapor.

"don’t worry."

"He is not a monk, and his power is far less than your kingdom. Don't be intimidated by him, don't fight him, just punch him."

Feeling the warmth of Ye Feng's applause, my heart slowly fell with the autumn rhyme.

Although she was shocked by this chaotic power, her inner perception still gave her the same judgment as Ye Fengsheng's voice. All the living people said they wanted to kill them. Will they be afraid of an empty corpse?

It's no big deal to kill it again!

The spiritual energy at the fingertips was exactly when Qiu Yun was about to shoot out and cut the immortal into pieces. However, it was hard to imagine that the aura of the ancestors first attacked Ye Fengsheng and Qiu Yun.

The chaotic gray energy was like a giant python condensed by fog, crossing the sky, and after rendering the gloomy depression, it rushed towards Qiuyun.

The Centure, who had been resurrected from the dead, also understood that persimmons should be pinched lightly. Knowing that Ye Feng's voice was not easy to be provoked, he first adopted Qiuyun, which was easier to solve.

Unfortunately, he overestimated his power and underestimated the supreme spiritual energy in the world, so Qiuyun only sprinkled a watercolor-like spiritual energy, which could easily crush the gray chaotic energy into nothingness.

Apparently shocked by this scene, Centure's blood-red eyes swept back and forth in the autumn rhyme, a hoarse, dry voice came from his throat: "Don't think you can become wild if you defeat those useless experiments. They are just the lowest species in the laboratory!" The laboratory does not necessarily need your doctor! Because I! You have the strength to compete with your practitioners!"

After the words came to an end, it was like a spider web that split the ground with huge ups and downs. After such a breath, a gray-black palm suddenly stretched out from the ground, and used a fierce breath to tear open the hard cement road, and grasped it towards Ye Fengsheng and Qiuyun in front of it.

With this fierce momentum alone, if you are caught with one hand, it will inevitably be a pain in your flesh. Especially at this moment, there is no spiritual energy around him, and Ye Feng's injury sound has not been cured. Even if this momentum is a bluff, it will be enough to cause him to suffer a severe blow.

So before the arrival of the palm, Qiuyun had already drawn the boundaries, and the watercolor elves were like an open fishing net, directly blocking the front of the black palm.

The two of them touched each other, like a burning iron plate touching the flesh on their palms. After a violent "moisturizing" sound, the gray on their palms immediately cracked, and along the gaps of the water-colored spider web, it turned into a thin layer of gray mist, sweeping in all directions.

For a moment, both Ye Fengsheng's voice and the charm of autumn seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and even the blurred figure could not be seen.

"What doctor, but that's all! No punishment, no toasts.

When Centure saw this, he sneered and waved to the man in black across the street. "Break their legs and take them back to the laboratory!"

A man in black looked at each other. After hesitating for a while, he hurried over, but did not dare to get out of the gray fog.

"Trump! I'll let you in and break their legs! You can't do something that simple!"

When he was scolding, Zhe shouted at a man in black: "I raised you here to see what I am doing?" You can't do difficult things, you dare not do simple things, and do the methods I set will not hurt your life!?

"Everyone died once. How could they be so timid? That's not the case!"

Strangely, Dr. Morrison opened his red eyes, and there was no trace of astringent breath in his mouth at this moment, and there was even a little bit of ancient meaning from an old scholar.

In fact, before Dr. Moritz finished his speech, the man in black had rushed into the gray smoke, despite the "nutrition" sound that corroded his body when it came into contact with the gray smoke.

They just went in and never came out again...

"A pile of waste!"

Shinzhe was holding anger in his mouth, his hands were extremely bored. He struggled to put his legs into the depths of the concrete ground, as if he was about to break free from the bottomless swamp. He tried to lift his feet step by step, one by one, and slowly walked towards the crowd in front.
Chapter completed!