280: C280 As I Said You're Not Allowed to Hurt My Husband

C280 As I Said You're Not Allowed to Hurt My Husband

As I said, you're not allowed to hurt my husband.

"I didn't think that your Strigoi would be developing descendants in the China!"

Jiang Tian laughed and said disdainfully: "However, unfortunately, I am not interested in becoming a smelly bat that can only hide in its cave all day. I even want to bathe in the warm sunlight."

At this moment, he used his consciousness to sense that the black-robed person's bloodline was very similar to the Cultivation World 'Blood Demon Clan'.

However, the Blood Demon Clan people who were stronger than the demon god were much weaker. It was just like how a small snake compared to a giant python.

Moreover, the Strigoi on Earth could not see the sunlight, but the Blood Fiend Clan of Cultivation World could freely walk without fear of sunlight.

And back then, even the Patriarch of the Blood Fiend Family had been killed by Jiang Tian with a lift of his hand.

"Jiang Taichu, you're really arrogant!"

An Dongni was so angry that her entire body was trembling, her thin and dark red lips pursed as she spoke in disdain:

"I know you are very strong, but you are no longer the you before, and can only blame you for making too many enemies and getting surrounded and attacked by the South-East Asia s. How many Cultivation Level s do you, who are on the verge of death, have? Iron Body, or even Interior Strength? Hehe, even if you are at the early stage of Perfection Stage, in my eyes, you are just a Ants, you can only be my blood slave! "

"So Jiang Tian was injured!"

Zhao Xueqing was shocked. Her beautiful face was pale white, filled with worry.

Although her consciousness was strong, her current understanding of Cultivation World was still too little. She was not able to see how weak Jiang Tian's vital energy and blood was, and how seriously injured he was.

Realizing this point, she immediately stretched out her jade arm and stood in front of Jiang Tian, staring at him intently, she clenched her teeth and bellowed: "You, hurry up and scram, don't touch my husband's finger! Otherwise, I will make my move! "

"Haha, so interesting!"

Then, his smile faded as he said in a voice filled with contempt, "I heard that Master Jiang dotes very much on his wife. But I never expected that right now, you can only let your woman protect you!"

"Alright, now I will turn you into my loyal and devoted blood slave! A blood slave who has a Cultivation Level will definitely become even more powerful. Just thinking about it makes me excited! "

"An Dongni, it seems like he is really weakened from the Cultivation Level, let us tombstone tissue to get rid of him!"

Suddenly, seven or eight strong person's figures appeared in the living room, led by a golden-haired man who laughed disdainfully.

All eight of them were wearing black tight-fitting clothes and bulletproof vests, as well as night vision goggles. handgun s, rifles, battle knives, and even hand grenades were all present.

"Death God, you can't kill him. I need a Chinese Fighters as my blood slave! I've already reported this to the employer, and the employer thinks it's feasible! " An Dongni said unhappily.

"Esteemed Count mister, if you allow our tombstone tissue to make the first move, I can agree to share some of the compensation with you!"

Death said with a polite smile, "If you take 300 million, I will only take 200 million. That should be fair! If we can't kill him, it won't be too late for your blood-red totem to attack! "

"Now that his Cultivation Level is reduced, you guys have guns, how can you not kill him!"

An Dongni first snorted in disdain, then said with a face full of regret and depression: "He's a descendant with Interior Strength that might even be Perfection Stage, I'm really not willing to accept this!"

"Our tombstone provided information on his injuries …"

The god of death smiled. "In addition, the blood-red totem and the tombstone will cooperate even more in the future …"

The two Dark World s haggled and chattered non-stop, treating Jiang Tian and his wife as dead men, and did not have the power to resist them.

"Are you done yet?"

Seeing that, Zhao Xueqing was so angry that she stomped her feet, and shouted: "Hurry and go, if not, I will kill you all!"

"Beautiful lady, don't be in such a hurry. We've already discussed this. Let's do it!"

Following the command given by the God of Death, an assassin raised his handgun and aimed at Jiang Tian's forehead and opened fire.

Bang! With a shout, Jiang Tian's body shook and he withstood the spear.

Of course he had the ability to dodge this spear, but he wanted to activate Qing Er's fighting spirit and killing intent.

Jiang Tian knew that for an ordinary person like Qing Er, killing people was an insurmountable psychological barrier.

In his previous life, even though his family had been destroyed and his family annihilated, he still harbored monstrous hatred for this world. The first time he killed someone, he still vomited for a long time, to the point where he almost vomited bile.

"Hubby, are you alright!"

Zhao Xueqing threw himself in front of Jiang Tian, knelt on the ground and held's forehead, and asked with worry and concern.

"I'm fine …" Qing Er, do you understand the truth of this world now? "

Jiang Tian lowered his head to look at her tearful eyes, smiled slightly, and said sincerely and sincerely.

Although Jiang Tian who had received a spear strike wasn't life-threatening, a deep wound had appeared on his forehead;

Looking at Jiang Tian's warm and mellow eyes, Zhao Xueqing was stunned. His vision became blurry, and many images appeared in his mind.

At the age of five, he went hunting in the mountains with Dad. Father beat up a wild duck and showed off to him with a smile.

Seven years old, he was holding a flyswatter in his hand. The ground was slammed down, and the fly transformed into a puddle of sap …

At the age of ten, he fished with his classmates at the edge of a pond in the wilderness. Everyone held their fish and took a picture in front of the camera.

The youthful figures, the bright and pure smiling faces, the V-word victory sign for the camera, but the fish were still struggling...

14 years old, in junior high, on the roof after classes, she was knocked down by a few female students. She knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, while the other students around were all laughing proudly, they even took out their cameras and recorded the Video.

The slaughter had always been there. He just didn't realize it.

...

"So, you have to keep killing in order to survive, right?"

Hearing his confused and weak voice, the scene in front of Zhao Xueqing started to become clear.

She saw Jiang Tian's gentle smile as he looked at her, and once again, she heard his pleasant voice.

"Yeah, in the history of civilizations, war and plundering occupy a large portion of the land. Even if you don't have a hurtful heart and you're building something, the other party has already arrived in front of your door …"

"Un, so it's like that! I have to kill them! "

Zhao Xueqing let out a faint sigh, turned his head around and looked coldly at the villains.

"Haha, we're still talking about the civilization's progress, how reckless!"

"Heh, even though this spear did not kill him, he was still injured. He probably only has Interior Strength's Cultivation Level!"

"That's right, if all eight guns were to fire at the same time, he would definitely be beaten into a sieve …"

"Don't kill this woman, she's very interesting, I want to do some good work on her, she's a woman from the Chinese Martial Art!" It's enough for me to brag on the dark net for the rest of my life! "

"Master Jiang, beautiful lady, why didn't you beg for mercy? You all beg for mercy, I can let this beauty go! "

A few assassins of the tombstone tissue pointed their guns at Jiang Tian and discussed mockingly.

Assassins were often driven to such extremes in order to earn money. However, there were also those who were born with the ability to kill; they were bloodthirsty and crazy.

The few people on the tombstone in front of them were clearly of the second type. Killing someone would give them an indescribable sense of satisfaction, a feeling of superiority that could control the life and death of others.

Especially when the target was shrouded in fear, they had to put down their dignity and kneel down to beg for mercy with tears flowing down their faces. This would allow them to reach the peak of a feeling of pleasure.

"You, all of you, should die!"

Zhao Xueqing's eyes suddenly turned cold, actually turning into a demonic gold, full of killing intent. She slowly stood up, and said word by word.

In a moment, the Unsullied phoenix fairy body's aura continued to rise, and one Phoenix lady's Qi after another was released, pushing in all directions.

Crack! With a light sound, the glass on the table cracked, creating many shocking cracks.

"Hmm? What does she want? "

The Grim Reaper suddenly felt a sharp killing intent.

This killing intent was so strong that it made even him, who had killed so many people, feel fear and trepidation.

"Danger!"

He subconsciously cried out to remind her, but it was already too late. He was horrified to see —

Crack! "Ga beng!" Amidst the explosive sounds, Zhao Xueqing's snowy foot stepped onto the pure wood floor, and amidst the flying pieces of wood, a figure akin to Ju Feng, wildly flew out with a monstrous momentum, as though it was crushing dry weeds.

The four fingers of her sparkling and translucent hands were as sharp as knives as she thrusted them forward with an indomitable momentum.

Puff!

Her lily-white hands easily pierced through the bulletproof vest and into the chest of one of the tombstones as if they had encountered waste paper.

Chi!

Numerous blood shot out like arrows!

"Cough, cough …"

The tombstone's face became distorted and hideous due to the extreme pain. It painfully hugged Zhao Xueqing's arm, and coughed weakly, spitting blood as it bent down deeply.

"Whiz!"

Zhao Xueqing raised his leg and struck his knee with peerless sharpness, striking the opponent's head like an Projectile.

Bang!

The man's head exploded like a rotten watermelon. Red and white sprayed out from his head.

That broken body flew up powerlessly like a rag doll, flying seven to eight meters before heavily crashing into the yard.

Qing Er was sprayed all over with blood s, and her pure white silk pajamas seemed to be blooming with cold plums.

Pow!

She slammed her steaming heart to the ground and lifted her jade-like feet. Bang! He stepped on the ground and shattered it.

She stood proudly in the pool of blood, her cold eyes sweeping across the frightened crowd who had subconsciously retreated. Her voice was cold and murderous, as if she were whispering demons from hell —

"I already said, you're not allowed to hurt my husband!"1

The entire audience was shocked.

"Could she also be a Martial Cultivator?!"

"Weird, there was no report about it!"

Everyone looked at Zhao Xueqing who was drenched with blood s. They were flabbergasted, his face was as pale as paper and cold sweat had instantly drenched their clothes.

"Kill her!"

An assassin looked at Zhao Xueqing fearfully, and pulled the trigger to the end.

The Bullet poured down towards Qing Er like rain.

"Go to hell!"

Zhao Xueqing let out a light shout, and without dodging at all, he arrived in front of the Gunner in a flash.

She raised her jade white and tender hand and spread her slender fingers. A sonic boom sounded as she rubbed her fingers against the air and smacked them down.

Bang!

The assassin's head disintegrated without any suspense. Amidst the flying brain and shattered bones, the remaining half of his head sank into the neck cavity.

"She is not afraid of Bullet, she is also a Grandmaster of Perfection Stage! This damned intelligence officer, why didn't he figure it out?! "

The Grim Reaper was scared out of his wits, exasperated, resentful towards the heavens and the earth, and even had the heart to go on a rampage.

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