[MTL] My Father Is The Villain Who Destroys The World

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Ye Qing returned to the back mountain house, he had entered the stage of Qi training, a monk with sharp five senses, he flew over with his sword, and heard the sound of some kind of furniture cracking from a distance.

     Who is fighting?

     The sound was earth-shattering.

     Ye Qing is very experienced. Going to a furniture store in Xianyu City to purchase a brand new set of furniture would cost at least a thousand spirit stones.

     He Yujian gradually approached, and then found that the movement was getting louder.

     Ye Qing widened his eyes: "???"

     Is it my home? He speeded up the speed of Yujian, and swept back home familiarly.

     Sure enough, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he felt the tense atmosphere and the creaking sound of the house being broken. Ye Qing was pierced by the piercing sound, and his heart almost jumped out.

     Well done, why are the brothers fighting again.

     Are you tired of fighting every day?

     Only when the family is harmonious can everything prosper!

     Ye Qing pushed open the door in a panic, her eyes were piercing, she was about to reproach her, but she was frightened by the scene before her, her dark and delicate pupils shrank suddenly.

     "elder brother!"

     There was deep shock in the voice.

     Having been together under the same roof for more than ten years, Ye Qing is no longer a cub who is easy to deceive. He knows the temperament of the ghost prince Yan Chili. Bullying!

     As a result, the scene that caught his eyes was beyond his expectation.

     Yu Jinghan held a jade slip in one hand and a sword in the other. He had a handsome face expressionless, and a sense of oppression exuded from his whole body, with a long sword in his hand.

     The sword rested on Guixiu's neck, above his thin collarbone and below his white throat.

     The young Jianxiu's dark eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, filled with gloom. His aura was indifferent and domineering, and it looked like he had just erupted.

     Seeing Ye Qing come in.

     Yu Jinghan froze for a moment, then suddenly looked at the ground, and his hand clinging to the hilt of the sword suddenly tightened.

     Ye Qing didn't notice it, and looked at the ground again, his heart stopped suddenly.

     The young ghost cultivator fell on the ground. He already had a unique face with his eyes closed. His narrow eyebrows, high nose bridge and blood-colored lips were very wanton and delicate. But compared to this face, which is dizzy and magical even in a coma, it is the miserable state of the other party, lying on the broken wood in a state of embarrassment, with blood dripping from every strand of hair and every corner of his clothes.

     Yan Chili is a ghost, his face is usually white, as if he has never seen the sun in his life. Now it seems that he has been seriously injured, and his face is even more white than before.

     Like a piece of suet white jade soaked in a pool of blood.

     The room in the house is bright, and the lighting technique is very bright, Ye Qing can't make a mistake.

     The snow-white skin, broken furniture and bright red blood, this scene is really soul-stirring.

     What, what's wrong?