Only If Everyone Dies of Social Death! Di Jiang: We're Toast! This Kid's Selling Weapons Again!

"No... this is absolutely not okay!"

"I am personally accompanied by Dao Ancestor, the future Primordial Era Quasi-Saint, and the three realms Great Expert!"

"Let me lie on the ground like a maggot?"

"Why else should I sing about loving you and walking alone in a dark alley?"

"If word spreads, where will my majesty be, and where will Dao Ancestor's face be?"

Haotian shook his head repeatedly, even if this magic weapon could control the whole audience, Crazy Face-Slapping.

He really couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

It's too abstract!

Look at Haotian looking like he is desperate to save face and suffer hardship.

Zhao Gongming sighed on the side.

Decided to give him a profound Primordial Era sociology course.

"Martial Uncle, you are confused!"

Zhao Gongming came forward and spoke sincerely.

He followed suit and began to output his twisted theory.

"Martial Uncle, think about it!"

"A person Social Death, that is indeed Social Death, a clown."

"But the problem is, now all Primordial Era's Great Expert are using Abstract Magic Treasure!"

"This is no longer Social Death, this is called a trend!"

"If you don't use it, can you save face?"

"Wrong, absolutely wrong!"

Zhao Gongming asked in a direct torture to the soul.

"If you don't use it, you will be pressed to the ground and rubbed by others with Abstract Magic Treasure!"

"You can only be the one who gets bullied!"

"If you use it, it's nothing more than making some weird moves on your own."

"But everyone has passed Social Death, who has the right to laugh at whom?"

"Is this still Social Death?"

"This means that as long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed!"

"As long as everyone is a pervert, then perversion will be the norm!"

Zhao Gongming This is a twisted but logically consistent sophistry.

It directly caused Haotian's brain to crash.

Haotian's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly.

He was so shocked that he was a little speechless.

"This..."

"At first glance... it seems like there's really no problem riding a horse?!"

Haotian The humiliation he suffered a while ago suddenly came to mind.

That scoundrel Di Jiang had a broken stretcher and a wheelchair and ran up to him to challenge him.

Once the stretcher is thrown away, he lies down on the ground and won't get up!

Moreover, Di Jiang is now a master of learning. He doesn't need magic weapons or heavenly materials or earthly treasures. He is just disgusting!

I have to force Haotian to say nice things and praise him!

"Whether you are interested in Brother Di or not, please tell me that Brother Di is so handsome!"

Haotian said condolences in humiliation in order to settle the matter.

As a result, Di Jiang was so happy that he got into the wheelchair directly.

Last night, as soon as the BGM of Mount Akina rang, I ran away at the speed of light!

Don't give Haotian any chance to react or fight back!

Recall that humiliating history.

The confusion in Haotian's eyes disappeared instantly.

What replaced it was a determined fire of revenge.

"Damn it, Martial Nephew, you're right!"

"Face is nothing, Laozi will take revenge today!"

"Now that I also have Abstract Magic Treasure, I want to slap Di Jiang's big face into a pig's head!!"

Look at Haotian who has regained his fighting spirit.

Zhao Gongming nodded with satisfaction.

But at the same time, he was also confused.

"Martial Uncle Di Jiang's popularity... is really Primordial Era's best!"

"Hong Yun and Martial Uncle are completely two extremes."

"Hong Yun Martial Uncle is a friend to all Primordial Era."

"Everywhere I go, people treat me to dinner."

"Martial Uncle Di Jiang has enemies wherever he goes, and all Primordial Era and Great Expert want to kill him!"

"How much of a body does this have to be beaten?"

Just when Zhao Gongming secretly complained.

Outside Zixiao Palace, there was suddenly a burst of arrogant shouts.

"Haotian, Haotian brother!"

"Get out of here!"

"I know you are at home, don't hide in there and keep silent!"

Who else could have this voice besides Di Jiang?

It turns out that Di Jiang was tricked by Daoist Randeng a while ago.

I have been holding back an evil fire in my heart, which is very uncomfortable.

He didn't dare to go to Randeng, nor did he dare to go to Di Jun.

I'm looking for an honest person to vent to.

Looking at Primordial Era, is there anyone more honest than the children around Dao Ancestor?

After all, Zixiao Palace is the dojo of Teacher Hongjun.

Although Di Jiang is a reckless man, he is not so stupid as to dare to mess with Dao Ancestor.

He just stood at the door and called the formation, preparing to lure Haotian out.

Give him a good meal and listen to a few compliments to vent your anger.

I heard yelling outside the door.

Haotian in the side hall, his eyes instantly lit up like a two-kilowatt light bulb!

"Hahahaha!"

"Damn it, you are the one waiting for me!!"

Haotian grabbed the black leather jacket.

He rushed out angrily.

Zhao Gongming, who stayed where he was, shook his head helplessly and let out a long sigh.

"Alas..."

"Martial Uncle Di Jiang ah Martial Uncle Di Jiang, you're just going to back it up."

"How come every time someone else just gets new equipment?"

"Can you hit the muzzle of the gun accurately?"

"This is Primordial Era's first delivery boy!"

Zhao Gongming hurriedly took out Recording Stone.

He concealed his figure and followed quietly.

Outside Zixiao Palace, Di Jiang was carrying a stretcher.

Humming a little tune, thinking happily in my heart.

"Hehe, ever since I was taught a lesson, I don't want anything from people when I blackmail them."

"I'm just disgusting. Let others praise me. This is called emotional value!"

"Haotian came out in a while. I had to let him call me Di Jiang three times, brother, the most handsome in the world!"

Just thinking about it.

The gate of Zixiao Palace suddenly opened.

Haotian rushed out with murderous look on his face.

Di Jiang's eyes lit up. He was about to throw the stretcher on the ground and asked for a picture.

"Ouch, Haotian brother..."

However, he didn't even have time to finish his sentence.

I saw Haotian opposite.

Without hesitation, he put on a black leather jacket.

An irresistible law of dark alleys instantly enveloped the entire void!

Di Jiang just felt stiff all over.

He was directly held in place.

Can't even move a finger.

"Well, what's going on?!"

Before Di Jiang could react.

The dignified Quasi-Saint Great Expert's Haotian is actually at the entrance of Zixiao Palace.

In front of Di Jiang, he fell to the ground with a thud!

Then, Haotian was like a maggot.

It started to twist and squirm crazily on the ground, moving forward like a pupa! (The author also does this in aerospace)

While he was sleeping, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

A voice full of vicissitudes of life and unyielding sang loudly.

"I love the way you walk alone in a dark alley, and the way you don't kneel down!"

"I love you and have endured despair and refused to cry!"

Di Jiang:"???"

Di Jiang looked at Haotian crawling on the ground like maggots.

No one can see it anymore.

His brain was shaking wildly.

The three outlooks suffered a devastating impact.

"What... what are you doing?!"

"Haotian is crazy? He is Dao Ancestor's boy!"

"Why did you get up on the ground?!"

"Is it so abstract?!"

Just when Di Jiang was confused.

In the void, there is a big black palm made of shadows.

Reaching out from the shadows without warning.

He slapped Di Jiang hard on the face!

This slap, although not fatal.

But it's crisp, loud, and extremely insulting!

"Ouch!"

Di Jiang was hit in the face.

Immediately afterwards.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Countless black palms emerged from the shadows in all directions.

Facing Di Jiang's rough face, it was a crazy big combo of attacks!

"Ah, don't slap me in the face!"

Di Jiang was so dizzy from being slapped that his head was buzzing.

At this moment, he suddenly caught a key word.

"Wait, abstract?!"

Di Jiang endured the severe pain on his face.

He rolled his eyes with difficulty and took a startled look.

He happened to see it in the half-open door behind the Zixiao Palace door.

Zhao Gongming is holding a sparkling piece of Recording Stone.

With that iconic evil smile on his face.

Boom!

Di Jiang's heart instantly sank to the bottom, and his soul was trembling.

"Zhao Gongming, your uncle, you are selling arms again!"

Di Jiang let out a desperate cry in his heart.

"Spicy pills!!!"