Age of Horror: I Have a Monster Editor Chapter 819

All turned into intense sadness and helplessness.

He was crying sadly beside him.

Ye Fan raised his head slightly.

He only felt all the sourness and anger in his heart, all of which had settled down at this moment.

In Ye Fan's crystal clear eyes, a sharp color flashed past.

He turned around slowly, stood in front of the little boy, and squatted down.

Ye Fan gently helped the little boy and wiped away his tears.

He met the latter's eyes, smiled gently, rubbed the little boy's head, and said warmly.

"If this is the most painful memory and world in your heart, then let my brother help you... destroy it!"

The little boy looked startled.

Ye Fan held his little hand.

He has been able to influence all the scenes in front of him.

The solidification time, began to continue to flow.

The body of the little boy's mother fell to the side.

The sword pointing demon got up in anger.

In Ye Fan's right hand, the blazing flames were flaming, and the palm was concave, and a force of suction and pulling surged out instantly!

"Roar--"

The sword finger demon roared, and Ye Fan grabbed his neck without any resistance, and raised one hand in the air.

"die!"

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were as cold as a knife.

Bear--

The dark purple flames directly turned the Sword Demon into a torch on the spot.

"Ah, what flame is this!"

"Do not--"

The sword pointing demon wailed in pain.

Ye Fan squeezed his palm slightly.

Bang!

This fourth-sequence restricted-level sword pointing demon, the body of the demon and the soul, all shattered into pieces.

The little boy's eyes widened, looking at the broken corpse of the demon that exploded in front of him.

Ye Fan continued to hold his hand and slowly turned around.

His mental power has been locked on the little boy's escaped father.

The man with his face full of flesh and the smell of alcohol was climbing out of the window and stood on the tree trunk at this moment.

Ye Fan's eyes were as sharp as a sword.

"Get me back!!"

He raised his hand, and the flame in his palm swirled inward.

This sucking force directly sucks the soul.

"what--"

The man screamed and flew back uncontrollably.

Boom!

The door of the master bedroom was smashed by the figure of the man flying back upside down.

Ye Fan grabbed the man's neck and threw him to the ground.

Boom!

The man's knee smashed the tiles on the floor of the room on the spot.

The sharp and sharp tile fragments on the ground, as well as the previous dish fragments, stabbed deeply into the man's knees and leg flesh.

"Ah, my knees, my... my legs!"

The man looked at Ye Fan, whose expression was ruthless and full of murderous intent, with horror on his face.

"You... who are you?"

He was in great pain, and asked with a quivering expression on his face.

Ye Fan didn't even bother to pay attention to this scumbag.

He made the man kneel right in front of the little boy.

The man also saw his son in front of him.

He was just about to reach out.

Ye Fan's palm fell on the top of the man's head.

The turbulent qi directly poured into the body of the latter ordinary person.

In an instant, the man who smelled of alcohol seemed to have been immobilized, unable to move.

Ye Fan looked at the slightly stunned little boy and asked, "He, damn it?"

The little boy's expression kept changing, very complicated.

Pain, helplessness, struggle...

The man noticed his son's changing face, and his eyes widened to the limit, full of fear and begging for mercy.

He said with great difficulty: "Ah...Amin, no...don't!"