Quick Wear: The yandere boss held me in his arms and kissed me

Chapter 437 The Boy of the Dragon and the Devil 33
"If you dare to stop it, I will repair it with you."

Hearing what the leader said, the man quickly shook his head and denied, "No, no, I don't know, I don't know."

"I won't stop it either, I just think...he looks like the one a few years ago...that is, the Dragon Lord who was demoted from the heavens."

"I've seen the portrait of that person. I can't easily forget that appearance."

Dragon?

Hearing what he said, the leader narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the boy who was neither tall nor short.

The young man's expression was dark and unclear, but it could be vaguely seen that he was extremely displeased now, and his golden eyes with dim light suddenly turned upwards, revealing extremely high hostility.

The leader said: "Oh...you really look alike when you put it that way."

"After all, people who can have this red hair... are rare."

The people on the side timidly asked: "Then, do you still kill? Wan, what if it is a person from the heaven..."

skyline?

The man snorted coldly.

"Can the people of the heavens stay in this place where no one shits and have no one to take care of them?"

"No matter who he is or what his status is today, he will die."

After saying this, the leader waved his hand directly, and a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he slashed down from top to bottom.

Zhuyan stretched out his claws swiftly, and went straight up to meet the blade, unexpectedly blocking the slashed sword abruptly.

The blocked sword was bounced instantly, and it was directly inserted into the tree beside it.

"Old Qing! Are you okay!"

old?
The people on the side saw Jianfei, and rushed to Qinglao's side, asking anxiously.

Old Qing waved his hand irritably, telling the man to shut up, and turned to look at Candle Flame's unique claws, his eyes gleamed unpleasantly.

Old Qing stroked his beard, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"Oh? Your trick... Haha, hahahaha, I see, you are the rumored... that dirty hybrid that was born from the union of the Demon Race and the Protoss, right?"

"Hahahaha, this is really... People in the fairy world all speculated that you were dead, but I didn't expect that you lived like a mouse hiding in this remote mountain."

"Oh, I remember, doesn't that half-breed have a name. What's the name of the notorious one?"

The dog-legged person next to him immediately added a sentence, saying: "Old Qing, as far as I know, it seems to be called Candlemare."

Candlemas.

Old Qing was floating high in the sky, looking at the candle flame below with disdain, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Candle Nightmare? Is it the Nightmare of Nightmare? Oh, it's really a name."

"It matches you very well."

He moved his fingers again, recalling the flying sword back into his hand, and then fused with a turquoise stone to regenerate a harder knife.

"But it's nice."

"Even if I kill you here today, no one should come to ask me."

As he spoke, the murderous aura of the Hittites began to emanate from Qing Lao's body. The little birds on the surrounding dead trees sensed the murderous aura, and immediately flew away with their wings fluttering.

Candle Yan gritted her teeth, like a lion cub about to erupt. Although it looked weak on the outside, the ruthlessness hidden in the dark was real.

But he still hasn't forgotten Jinqian's instructions to him, and slowly said: "My name is Zhu Yan. Yan is the flame of flame."

"My parents died young, and I have been living with my sister all the time."

The old man snorted coldly.

"What are you talking about? Don't think I will bypass you if you say this to gain sympathy!"

A bloodthirsty smile was drawn at the corner of Zhu Yan's mouth, like a ghost, his eyes were fixed on his prey.

"Don't worry, it's just a formality."

(End of this chapter)