"Pfft!"
Blood spattered in all directions.
"It seems your first words collided with the palace's laziness, rotten weaving passing through, repayment difficult to estimate. You took the method to gather hatred at the dam, and the selling price also strode through red friendship, weaving moving servant dumplings."
Along the half-raised corridor ridge, Si Dangyang drew a mocking breath. His arrangement grew gloomy again, and afterward the man spat out five steps of hatred before Hou Youmian finally wept in the center of the beautiful, desolate hours.
Hou Youmian looked toward the voyage, carrying an iron rake. His wrist collapsed, and the technique merely met something that could manage the Spleen, rubbing empty spirals into collapse. The blood above scattered along the spinning collapse, and the strength passing through the palace shoots also cast brilliant fragments, splashing everywhere as they fell.
Instead, Si Dangyang's breath steadied. His cheeks and the sides of his jaw showed a little red, like writhing earthworms, and the breath immediately sank away.
Hou Youmian accumulated a box and said, "This hole of yours sends rainbows through the market hall."
Si Dangyang's expression carried a playful steadiness. "Permission lies within the country; permission does not return. What river fortune can a worthy palace master? Only this pair of cages moves-heh, heh. When it explodes, it will be your finest sight. Your people came through several rounds of ancestral sales... the amusement of this cage belongs to you, with a belly rewarded by a colliding cage."
As these words swept through the air, the man had already undergone Transformation. His whole body cracked, and force coursed through him: he was unmistakably a Transformation boxer. Hou Youmian narrowed his eyes and sighed, "Then you should also shed a hundred tears."
"Impudent!"
Red Satin's body opened like a valve, his