Chapter 676 The Difficulty of Simon

Chapter 676

Before arriving at the destination, Yang Aotian finally got out of the car, and walked forward slowly with black air and indifference on his face. Before Ximen's house was a large lawn, where he passed by, the original green grass withered at an astonishing speed. He was spotted when he first stepped into the territory of Ximen's family, and immediately two people greeted him.

Ximenkuan continued to slam the things that could be picked up in the room while roaring. For the servants who are well aware of Ximen's violent temper, they are no strangers to it. And this is already the fourth day in a row that he has gone mad.

Everything he had in the world of reincarnation was gone, and everything he had was reduced to nothing. Being ridiculed by everyone, severely scolded by his father, even the servants looked at him with a little bit of schadenfreude, all because of Yang Aotian whom he hated to the bone. Since he destroyed everything about him, in the past few days, every night he would dream of a dead Yang Aotian cutting his throat with a terrible sickle. Whenever this happened, he would wake up from the dream, The whole body is covered with cold sweat.

This kind of mental torture made him almost crazy, and he could only vent in various ways.

boom! The potted plant at the door of the room was also thrown to the ground by him, Ximen Kuang finally exhausted, sat down on the ground and panted heavily. After quieting down, he suddenly heard the noise outside.

The door was pushed open, and a person rushed in in a panic. Ximen Kuang stared, and roared: "Have you found Yang Aotian, I will cut him into pieces!!"

The man shook his head subconsciously, then nodded quickly: "We haven't found him...but Yang Aotian came by himself, and..."

"What!?" Ximen jumped up from the ground violently, then rushed to his bed, took out a gun under the pillow, and rushed out the door frantically.

From the front of the door to the inside of the door, a large group of people gathered together, looking at the gray face of Yang Aotian in horror, every time he took a step, they would take a step back. And behind Yang Aotian, lay a dozen or so people covered in black air. They only saw Yang Aotian wave his hand, and these people fell down straight in the black air.

"Hand over Ximen Kuang, whoever stops me will die." He stepped forward step by step, and the low voice made them feel cold from head to toe.

"Second Young Master...Second Young Master has become a monster." A butler in charge of guarding the gate said in a trembling voice.

None of these people didn't think so, his appearance, the black energy on his body, and the terrifying way to make people fall with a wave of his hand. What is he now if he is not a monster.

"Second young master, don't force us, we..." A middle-aged man with a gun in his hand said tremblingly, although Yang Aotian had killed more than a dozen people who approached him without mercy, none of them dared to shoot. Because although he has been expelled from Ximen's house, he is the biological son of the head of the family after all, the former second young master of Ximen.

"Quick, hurry up and call Patriarch." A man from Ximen's family shouted as he stepped back. Without the order of the Patriarch, none of them would dare to make a decision without permission.

The situation was so stalemate, no one dared to approach Yang Aotian, and Yang Aotian didn't take the initiative to make a move, just approached step by step, with an indifferent coldness on his lifeless face. He finally waited until this day, when he finally had the ability to recover his blood debt.

Finally, with a cry of "The Patriarch is coming", the relieved crowd hurriedly moved out of the way. Ximenye, with a gloomy face, hurried over with the two of them, and yelled loudly before they got close: "You How dare this bastard come back..."

When he saw Yang Aotian clearly, his voice stopped abruptly, showing a look of shock.

Yang Aotian's footsteps finally stopped, because he finally saw this person whom he called his father for more than ten years.

"Hand over Ximen Kuang, otherwise, I'll kill you until you hand him over." A murderous intent appeared on his indifferent face, Ximen Ye's appearance made him angry, and he no longer had the patience to do so. wait.

"Bastard, arrogant!" Ximen Kuang said with a sullen face, suddenly seeing a dozen corpses lying behind Yang Aotian, he was even more furious under the horror. "Stop him!" Ximenye moved with both hands, and the two people behind him stepped forward with no expression on their faces. Their steady steps, sharp eyes, and heavy aura all proved that they were definitely masters, very powerful. Probably once the elite of the Special Forces. An old housekeeper quickly said: "Don't get close to the second young master, you will die if you get close to him!"

Disdain was evident in the eyes of the two, they shot at the same time, their bodies suddenly jumped more than two meters high, one left and one right grabbed Yang Aotian. Yang Aotian didn't evade, and stretched out his hands facing their bodies.

The hands of the two grabbed Yang Aotian's shoulders like eagle claws, but they were horrified to find that it was as if they had caught a piece of hard iron, which made their fingers ache. And Yang Aotian's hand also grasped their necks at a strange angle.

"Crack!"

There were two crisp sounds of broken bones, and the necks of the two were broken abruptly. Yang Aotian waved his hands with a gloomy face, and threw their bodies away.

Most of the members of Ximen's family took a few steps back with pale faces, subconsciously holding their necks, and were so frightened that they couldn't even utter a cry. Ximenye shrank his pupils sharply, pointed at Yang Aotian with a trembling hand, but couldn't say a single word.

"Get out, get out of here!!"

A violent roar broke the death-like silence, Ximen Kuang pushed the crowd away violently, and then saw Yang Aotian at a glance, and Yang Aotian also saw him, a terrifying ferocity suddenly appeared on his dead silent face.

"Yang Aotian, I was worried about not being able to find you, but you actually delivered it yourself, it's so kind, hehehehe..." Ximen Kuang smiled sinisterly, and then raised his pistol fiercely.

"Young Master!" An old butler subconsciously shouted.

"Kanger, stop!" Ximenye, who had reacted, also shouted immediately.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

There were four loud gunshots, and at such a short distance, all four bullets hit Yang Aotian's body without exception, and all of them were on the chest.

Yang Aotian's expression froze, but his body did not fall down. After the gunshots fell, some people sighed and shook their heads, and some people let out a long sigh of relief.

Ximen Ye let out a short sigh: "Kanger, although he destroyed everything in your reincarnation regardless of brotherhood, he is your younger brother after all, how can you kill yourself..."

On ping -pong ping -pong, Yang Aotian's body still did not fall. The four bullets fell from his body and fell on the marble ground to make a crisp sound, like it fell on their hearts, making them terrifying.

Ximen Kuang's whole body trembled twice, his widened eyes showed horror, he raised his pistol again, and shot wildly at his face and body...

bang bang bang...

ping ping ping...

Yang Aotian's clothes were punched out one after another, revealing the grayish yellow skin without any damage. What he possesses is the power of the god of death. This power exists in the soul as the carrier, and endows the body with terrible abilities. When he goes in and out of the two worlds, this power will also go in and out of the two worlds with his soul.

On the earth, a real god of death appeared.

After the bullets were finally finished, the gun in Ximen Kuang's hand fell to the ground, his face became surprisingly pale, as if he had seen the most terrifying demon in the world. And everyone present was so frightened that their legs trembled... A monster, a real monster, he is not afraid of bullets... No, this is a dream, it must be a ridiculous dream!

Ximenye stared at this completely unfamiliar son in astonishment.

Yang Aotian finally made a move, with a ferocious smile, he waved his hand in the direction of Ximen Kuang.

As if being stabbed in the head, Ximen Kuang fell on the ground with a scream, and then rolled towards Yang Aotian's position as if being pulled hard, and was trampled under his feet.

"What are you doing! Let go of Kuanger!" Ximen Ye turned pale with fright, and tried to pounce on Yang Aotian, but was held tightly by the slave. Yang Aotian sneered, slowly raised his foot, and then dropped it abruptly.

With a crisp sound of "cha", Yang Aotian stomped hard on Ximen Kuang's left wrist, and Ximen Kuang let out a scream like killing a pig. This heavy kick was enough to shatter all the bones in his left hand. .

"Kuanger!" This foot seemed to be stepping on Ximenye's heart, and he let out a mournful cry, roaring loudly: "What are you still standing there for, kill this renegade quickly... save Kuanger!!"

Yang Aotian kicked down again, stepped on his arm, enjoying the bone shattering and Ximen Kuang's miserable roar. What Ximenye couldn't believe was that no one tried to save Ximenkuang. Maybe some of them are not afraid of death, but there will be absolutely no one who knows that they are going to die for nothing, because Yang Aotian is not even afraid of bullets, what will they do to save him? This is not an era full of wars, whether it is domestic slaves or guards, they are in Ximen's house just to survive, and a few people will make fun of their own lives. Those who died at the hands of Yang Aotian have already set an example for them.

"You trash!!" Ximen Ye roared, gnashing his teeth.

An old housekeeper finally stood up and begged, "Second Young Master, please let Eldest Young Master go. Although he has treated you badly before, he is your biological brother after all."

"Brother?" Yang Aotian turned his head slowly, and said bluntly: "That's really a good brother...it's so good~~"

"Pfft!" Another foot stomped on Ximen Kuang's left chest. Ximen Kuang spurted out a stream of blood, his eyes protruded, and he didn't even make a scream. At the same time, under the influence of Yang Aotian's death, his life was being deprived bit by bit, and every part of his body was cut like a knife.

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