The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 2635 The death that I made, I want to die by myself

The neck was pinched in the hands of the other party, and the body seemed to be lifted up by the other party.

His feet moved up a little bit, he left the ground, his back was against the cold wall, the coldness penetrated into his heart, and he couldn't help shivering.

The law enforcement hall was quiet, and everyone's breathing was extremely light.

However, no matter how wonderful the vision in the sky was, it couldn't attract their attention at all.

Their gazes stared straight at the evil spirit that seemed to have crawled out of hell, and lifted an adult man similar to him by the neck with one hand.

The silkworm owner's feet were hanging in the air, and his neck was pinched by the opponent. He grabbed the opponent's hand that was pinching his neck, and wanted to remove the opponent's hand. He opened his mouth wide, trying to breathe, but the storage in his chest His oxygen was rapidly being consumed, and his face was already purple.

I'm afraid that it won't be long before the silkworm owner will directly suffocate and die. With such a suffocating method of death, I'm afraid that even if the silkworm owner dies, he can humiliately turn into a ghost, but maybe he can't even turn into a ghost.

Looking at the appearance of the evil ghost, it is estimated that the soul of the silkworm owner will be tortured by the other party.

The current silkworm owner's consciousness has been somewhat blurred.

There is no real feeling under the feet, the whole body is just hanging on the opponent's hand, and the neck seems to be cut off by the opponent.

The vague consciousness seemed to let him see the god of death, looking at him in front of his eyes, raised the black sickle in his hand and slashed towards his neck.

"What should I do? Do you want to save someone?"

The first people to come back to their senses from this scene were the hall masters of the branch halls.

They quietly exchanged glances with each other.

They didn't dare to transmit sound, for fear of being heard by the other party, and afraid to speak, for fear of diverting the other party's attention to them, they didn't want to be humiliated and killed like a silkworm owner.

Several hall masters had a silent exchange with their eyes, and in the end they seemed to have reached a unified goal, nodded, and then put their eyes on the side to watch the play, the master who seemed to be very interested on the body.

Being stared at by so many eyes, the master couldn't do it even if he wanted to pretend he couldn't feel it. He frowned and asked with his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you save people?"

This is the meaning expressed by several hall masters at the same time.

The master cast a strange look at them, which revealed the meaning, "You ask me, he and I are dead enemies."

Are these hall masters okay, ask him?

If he could speak, he would definitely say: "Save the fart, this seat wants him to die!"

"Isn't that why I ask you because you are dead opponents? As the saying goes, dead enemies love each other and kill each other, so they can't die in the hands of others, right?"

The city lord of Shenwu City gave him such a look.

Although Shenwu City is under the management of the Law Enforcement Hall, although it is not divided into several halls by the Holy Hall, it also has separate rights.

Among them, the city lord of Shenwu City is on an equal footing with these hall masters.

The master's face darkened.

The love and killing of the city lords of Shenwu City made him feel a little separated.

He couldn't help rolling his eyes.

The bullshit loves and kills each other, the little trash of the silkworm owner, he wished that he died early and passed away.

As for whose hands he died, no matter what, it's okay to die anyway.

He snorted coldly and gave them a look

"Whoever dies and who cares about the deity?"

"Did you really not save him?" They were also their companions anyway.

The other hall master next to him gave him a look.

The master frowned, glanced coldly at the silkworm master who was strangled by his neck, then glanced at several palace masters beside him, gave them a look, and finally turned his head away, no longer paying attention to them, and continued leisurely by the side. Leisurely watching the play.

And that's what he said in his eyes.

"He did it by himself, so he must die by himself, or he won't know how to write the word "death"."

(End of this chapter)