1688: C1688 The Smell of Death(part Ii)

C1688 The Smell of Death(part Ii)

"Take a good look at this taste of death — Tsk!"

As soon as the Son of Ten Thousand Beasts' contemptuous voice fell, he flew up, gliding like a black bat, and disappeared into the night sky.

Chu Yang knew where the Son of Ten Thousand Beasts was going, but he did not stop him. He smiled bitterly and asked, "Those who are about to die, can they smell death?"

If that was the case, then he really smelled death.

Chu Yang was certain that Xiao Qiuyu was this kind of person, someone you might not like, but had to admire!

This kind of person was someone close to god, not gods from the God Realms, but gods from his previous life.

Gods of the God Realm, it's too cheap!

Regardless of whether it was sword techniques, chess or the zither, or any other arts, these people could all truly reach the pinnacle. Because they gave up everything in their lives for this.

"..."

While Chu Yang was deep in thought, the Son of All Beasts had already met with Xiao Qiu Yu. Before he could speak, Xiao Qiu Yu had already spoken.

"I got it!"

The Son of Ten Thousand Beast immediately stared, "You know my ass, the five old fellows are very powerful, but are they even stronger than me?"

"Are you trying to tell me his reaction? I can roughly guess!" Xiao Qiu Yu raised her head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky, "He should feel that he is not my opponent, right?"

You know that!

Although the Son of Ten Thousand Beasts did not say anything, his astonishment was the best answer.

"Sure enough!" Xiao Qiu Yu smiled bitterly: "He felt the pressure, and even smelled death, then I really am hanging — I also smelled death!"

The smell of death again!

The Son of Ten Thousand Beast was getting restless. Why didn't he smell any bullsh * t scent of death?

"You know he was under normal stress. After all, I was surprised, but I haven't fart yet. How do you know that bastard smelled death!"

The Son of All Beasts was on the verge of cursing out loud. Now, he realized that he hated hearing the words "taste of death"!

After he finished cursing, he didn't vent enough. He continued, "You know him so well. You haven't even officially met with that bastard?"

Xiao Qiuyu was still looking at the crescent moon in the sky, and slowly said: "Of course I understand his personality, but I understand his sword."

It was such a profound and mysterious reason that he had no choice but to believe!

In fact, up until now, there was not the slightest error in Chu Yang's judgement. It was simply shocking.

Even if this were known, no one would believe it. However, Xiao Qiuyu had done it because of the sword.

Xiao Qiuyu was undoubtedly a swordsman, and Chu Yang was one as well!

"Sigh!" He compared the two bastards in his mind and found that they looked like twins. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh and said, "Maybe you two bastards are the same kind of people."

How could two aloof and peerless people, two proud and aloof swords, not appreciate each other?

This was the thought of the Son of Ten Thousand Beasts.

If those two people did not die, they would definitely be close friends, close friends in life and death, and also two of his big backers in the future. If any one of them were pulled out to be the skin of a tiger, they would be able to show off their might. But now, one of the two would probably die.

"How could two idiots do such a stupid thing in this world!" The Son of Ten Thousand Beasts was truly going crazy.0

Just as the Son of Ten Thousand Beasts was feeling extremely depressed, he suddenly smelled something strange. It seemed to be what the bastard Chu and Xiao Qiu Yu had said earlier — the smell of death!

His heart thumped: "The smell of death on Xiao Qiu Yu's body is even stronger, he actually doesn't have that kind of confidence!"

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