The double medicine slave nodded again and said, "Damn indeed."

But this accompaniment did not make the man happy, or even more unhappy.

His tone was suddenly full of viciousness and coldness, and the cold eyes hidden in the shadows flashed with a chilling light, like a bloodthirsty bat, and said: Hmph, since you know that they deserve to die, why don't you do it, do you want me to do it myself?

At this time, I saw that I couldn't die, suddenly looked up, looked at the person hiding in the shadows, and took a few steps forward, walking steadily and sharply.

And his hand, which had been behind his back, slowly drooped down, clenched tightly, as if to make a move, slowly, slowly...... Walking on thin ice.

He said in a deep voice as he walked: Don't dare, don't dare, kill chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife, how dare you bother the master to do such a thing?

Don't say that they killed people in the Golden Throwing Villa, took away the master's woman, and scared the owner's cronies Huo Longxie so much that they peed their pants, even if they didn't do anything, they just let out two random farts in the Golden Throwing Villa, and they must not be allowed to live anymore.

What's more, this is the treasure of the master, and these two people suddenly break in without knowing whether they are alive or dead, it is even more dead.

Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled secretly and said, "But, now, I suddenly don't want to do it, do you want to know why?"

Hearing this, the voice seemed to be stunned for a moment, as if it didn't expect these two people to go against his will, so they suddenly roared at him and said, "Why?

At this time, he suddenly approached the black shadow step by step, sneered twice, and clenched his fists tighter, as if he was about to make a move.

It's just that the target of his attack this time is not Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang, but the person who has been hiding in the shadows and claims to be Bai Qinghou.

The old immortal's face was also ugly, and he said coldly: Haha, why? Because you are not the master at all, we don't need to listen to you at all.

If our real master comes, let alone ask us to cut off their heads, we will cut off their buttocks.

Although we are the slaves of the Golden Throwing Villa, and the dogs of the two keepers of the treasure of our master, I am afraid that you are not worthy to order us.

The voice seemed to laugh too, but the laughter was full of malice and coldness, and said, "I am your master, have you all forgotten?"

Old Immortal also laughed.

He suddenly turned around, unbuttoned his pants in the direction from which the voice came, crackled and patted his shriveled ass, and said loudly:

Haha, although the age of our double medicine slaves is almost five hundred years old now, we are not so confused that we don't even know if we have been deceived.

As long as a person's voice is heard by us, no matter how similar it is imitated by others, don't try to deceive us, otherwise, we may really live to be dogs at this age.

The man didn't seem to expect that the two-medicine slave, who was originally as loyal as a dog, would dare to disobey his orders, so he was suddenly stunned after hearing this.

However, although he was a little anxious, he still had to pretend to be very calm, and said coldly: Hmph, I am indeed your master.

Speaking of this, he was stunned again, and said in a deep voice: Have you all forgotten, when I told you to kill people in the past, I also commanded you to do so.

The old immortal suddenly buckled his belt, and a thick murderous aura condensed on his face, and the condensed murderous aura drove the robes on his body to hunt, and said to the black shadow:

Haha, it was before, now it is now, we used to be infinitely loyal to our masters, and now we are even more obedient to our masters, and we are good slaves.

So, if you are here to pretend to be our master again, then you used to tell us to kill, and now, we can kill you.

The voice suddenly laughed, and the laughter was even more terrifying, and even the rare treasures and the white bones that were piled up on the ground were so startled by these laughter that they jumped up from the ground and flew all over the sky.

Shen Sheng said: "However, both before and now, the two of you are just slaves guarding the grave of the Golden Throwing Villa, is there any difference?

I couldn't die silently next to him at this time, I looked at my hand, and then, I looked at Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang on the side, and suddenly said:

Of course. In the past, he couldn't die, and he couldn't solve the three days of floating life of old age and immortality, but now, just now, he has solved it, this is the difference between the previous death and the current death.

Although his voice was calm, it was like an arrow on a string, ready to attack.

Hearing this, the cold voice felt a little panicked.

He seemed to be aware of what was going to happen next.

However, he didn't make the slightest preparation to escape, still hiding in the shadows, pretending to be very calm, sneered twice, and said:

Hmph, it seems that you have made up your mind to disobey the orders of my master today, aren't you afraid that everyone in the rivers and lakes will know that you drug-loving monster double medicine slave is actually the kind of villain who does not match his words and deeds and does not keep his promises?

As soon as his words fell, the two of them laughed at the same time, as if they were still very reasonable.

The old immortal still pressed towards the black shadow step by step, and the robes on his body were like unsheathed knives, scraping the dull air in the corridor.

As he walked forward, he rubbed his palms with a click, shook his head vigorously, and said in a posture of wanting to let a dog bite someone, and said: Haha, villain? Now you are right, our double medicine slave is not a righteous gentleman, otherwise it would not be called a drug monster.

Can't die, it's approaching step by step.

He tucked the hem of his robe at his waist, as if he was ready to shoot at any time, and said coldly: Hehe, have you forgotten that not only are we not gentlemen, but even villains.

At this moment of speaking, they had already surrounded the speaker hiding in the shadows from left to right, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

However, the black shadow still stood there motionless, without the slightest appearance of escaping, and he even sneered cruelly twice, saying: Of course you are nothing, you are just slaves of the Golden Throwing Villa, two faithful watchdogs.

Old Immortal suddenly raised his index finger, shook it slightly at the person he was hiding in the shadows, and pouted: Wrong, wrong, wrong, now you are wrong.

The voice was stunned for a moment and said, "Oh, then tell me, what is wrong with me?"

I can't die with my hands crossed on my chest, picked up the old immortal's words, and sneered: Hehe, we are only slaves in front of our masters, but, in front of you, we are evil stars, we are soul messengers, why do you want us to be your father?

The voice was still sneering, and said, "Oh, yes, but am I not your master?" If I am not your master, then who is it?

As soon as the words fell, the double medicine slave had already made a move.

Lightning as swiftness.