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yetao'seyessothatzhangyouxiancannotstand,thateyesseetobefullofptforhizhangyouxianbutothersssthepursuitofunobtivedegoguery,howhavetheyeverbeenlookedatwithsuchadespisedlook?!zhangyouxiandidnothesitatetosprinkleargenuerofdegoguesthesizeofsesangbeansatyetao.
yetaoslightlysideways,sawthatthesizeofsesangbeansonthebodyseetohaveastrongcorron,tfellonthebluestonetile,thefloortileappearedrgeand**allpotholes.
"it'stabetterrtialartsn.i'veseenalotofsuchpeopleforalongti.i'tellingyou,todayiswhereyoudie!"
zhangyouxian'svicivoicespreadallovertherooyetaowasnotvedatall.stepbystep,yetaowentinthedirecnofzhangyexian.yetaosilydidnotcarewhetherhewouldbecorrodedbythosedegogues,nottonnyetao'seoffactstoprovethatthose**allbugswereofnoetohiatall.allthewayalongtheway,evenhisclotheshadneverbrokenahole.
yunngyansawthisscenerightbehindyetao.hecouldnothelpbuttakeabreathofcoolbreath.ifthepersonwhofacedzhangyouxianatthentwasher,sheghthavebeendefeatedforalongti.itwasssibletobeasindifferentasyetaoatall.
zhangyouxianhadenteredthesecretroad,andwithastrange**ileonhisface,heturnedandrantowardsthedepths.
"zhangyanxianledthere,ybethereisthestcardheleftbehind,youstayhereanddon'tve."
yunngyanopenedhisuthandwantedtopersuadeyetaonottogoover.thisstbeatrap.whenyetaofirstspoke,yengyanevenhadnothingtosay.standinginfrontofherwasyetao,thegodofwar.isshestillafraidthatyetao'sgodofwarwillnotbeabletobeataschenglittlen?
"yes!yetao,godofwar!"
assoonasyunngyanfinishedanswering,hecouldnothelpstaringslightlyatthentwhenyetao'suthseedtohaveanextra**ile,tlikethesnowlobloongontheiceberg,shorttofleeting,butdeeplyengravedwithhisbeautyintheheartsoftheworld.
yetaosteppedintothesecretroadandthe**ellofstinkwasintolerable.butyetaostillwalkaroundthecourtasifinhisownbackyard,yetaofollowedzhangyouxianallthewaytoahugeroothedooroftherooisargepieceofxuanshan.
thethingthatpaysattenntoinsideshouldnotbeextraordinary,yetaoalsodisagrees,reachouttohopenthosetwohugeroodoor,abad**ellesdirectly,insidetherooiscedbigand**alljar,therearesotransparentutensils,thereareallkindsof**allinsects,thisshouldbethecewherezhangyouxianedtocultivatedegogueryinsects.
"whoo-woo,ithurts.help..."
suddenlytherewasasoundinthosejars.yetaotookaslightstepforward.whenheopenedthelidonit,hesawonlyoneperson,noone,noghost,andsatintheddleofthejar.hishandsandfeethadbeencutoff,andhishandsandfeethadbeencutoff,andhistorsohadbeengnawedandbittentorevealhiswhitebones,butevenso,thendidnotdie.
yetaosawalotofckbugspoppingupinthewound,tlikewhathehadtseen.
"whoisit?who'sthere?!pleasekill!kill!"
thepeoplewhoheardtheventstruggledlently,andintheprocessofwrithing,alotofckliquidsshedoutofthealtarandfellontheground,howlingoneafteranotherlikeachainreacn,beggingyetaotoendtheirlives.
yetaolookedattheexistenceoffireinfrontofhiandhisetyeyeshadalreadylosttheireyes.whatcaoutwasnottears,butbloodthathadchangedcolor.hefinallypulledouttheonpersonwhosawthatpersoninhisheartdidnotfeelanypain,sohediedandfellintoajarfullofstench,butintheendyetaoseedtoseetheexpresnofreliefonhisface.