The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 2088 It really has nothing to do with me
Immediately, Shan Jue, the young master of Qiyao Pavilion, quickly took out a white elixir, and swallowed it with trembling lips. After a few seconds, the injury on his mouth improved a little, and the trembling of his whole body became slightly smaller. Taking a breath, his eyes flickered for a while.

"Murong...Master Murong..."

"It's him...it's that bastard! That bastard named Fang Fan!"

"He is ruthless! He is the one who entrapped me like this!"

"Master Murong! You...you must avenge me!"

"I... I just wanted to say hello and make friends with him in the past, and he cut off my arms and legs, and... and my tongue... My tongue was forced by his subordinates It was smashed inside with a dagger!"

"Lord Murong! You must make the decision for me, kill... kill that Fang Fan! Avenge me!"

"Lord Murong, I am the young master of Qiyao Pavilion in Qiyao Sanctuary, you met my father before..."

The young master of Qiyao Pavilion, Shan Jue, spoke with a heavy nasal voice.

Although the white pill he swallowed just now temporarily restored his speaking ability, it was obvious that there were still some other sequelae.

The young master of Qiyao Pavilion's single pair of blood eyes just stared at Fang Fan, wishing he could pounce on Fang Fan's flesh and blood!
He has never been wronged like this since he was so old, and the resentment in his heart is already hard to contain!
The endless killing intent in his heart is gathering, and he can't wait to roar directly!
The young master of Qiyao Pavilion, Shan Jue, was so excited that he grabbed Murong Yu's skirt with his hands while speaking, and the bloody mark gradually showed on Murong Yu's skirt.

The plump and beautiful woman Murong Yu frowned, looking a little dissatisfied, and then took a few steps back.

"Fang Fan!"

"It was you who hurt him?"

"How do you explain it?"

"You made trouble on my battleship, you really ate a bear's heart and a leopard's guts!"

The plump and beautiful woman Murong Yu smiled lightly, and while talking, she strode over, with a different look on her face.

Fang Fan shrugged secretly, looking at the woman's expression, it seems that there is still a feeling of trickery?

This woman seems to want to take this opportunity to punish him?
Fang Fan raised his eyebrows, and then stood up from the little slave Xue Ling, his face full of indifference.

"Forehead……"

"Lord Murong, this matter has nothing to do with me..."

"He came here first and wanted to snatch my seat. I already let him go, but he insisted on coming over and attacking me, even wanting to take my little slave girl..."

"He did it first, and I chose to fight back out of self-defense. Is there anything wrong?"

"If it's really wrong, it's because this guy's fighting power is too hot..."

"It's okay to be hot, it's not his fault, but if you insist on acting aggressive, it's his fault..."

"I'm just teaching him a lesson for his father, so as not to cause a catastrophe in the future!"

"Speaking of which, he came here to provoke me first and wasted so much of my time. Should he compensate me for some mental damage?"

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows and said sincerely, he really thinks this is very important, there are too many things involved...too many!

"you……"

"you are lying!"

"Lord Murong! He's talking nonsense!"

"He hurt me like this, he is despising your authority!"

"He must be killed!"

(End of this chapter)