Age of Horror: I Have a Monster Editor Chapter 339

What's more, Wan Yaohui promised me that thing!

Lian Zhiming thought so, and his mood quickly calmed down.

He met the eyes of everyone who could not wait to get rid of them, and his eyes began to become determined and crazy.

This is a choice to the end, there is no way out of the eyes.

He looked at the crowd and said, "Don't hate me!"

"I just...just want to see my son again!"

"It's enough to lure you in!"

"As long as you are all dead, Wan Yaohui will promise to help me resurrect my son!"

"I'll see my son soon!"

"Acheng, Dad will be able to see you soon!"

"Ah Cheng……"

In the end, Lian Zhiming's haggard face began to become crazy.

He seemed to think of his son's voice and smile, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Crazy face!

a happy expression!

Such an expression, combined with one person, really makes people feel incomparably contradictory and distorted!

Ye Fan looked at him coldly.

He finally knew why Lian Zhiming, who could not live long, chose to betray!

Lian Zhiming's son is Lian Zhiming's weakness!

Wan Yaohui has caught this weakness with great precision!

Controlled him!

Let him choose to betray!

A man with a short time, in order to quell his regrets for the past ten years, in order to restore his only concern for the past ten years, he naturally no longer has any consideration for his actions!

Zhang Dashuai, who was on the side, heard Lian Zhiming's words and immediately scolded: "You old dog, how can you be worthy of your clothes?"

"How can you be worthy of your son who died heroically?"

When Lian Zhiming heard this, bloodshot eyes immediately filled his eyes.

His eyes were angry and hated.

He retorted sharply.

"This dress?"

"Hehehe!"

"Hahaha--"

hiss-

He smashed the Demon Elimination Bureau uniform on his body and tore it to pieces.

Ye Fan and everyone were slightly startled when they saw this scene.

Lian Zhiming roared loudly.

"This dress is a fart!!!"

"Ten years ago, I will never forget that night!"

Lian Zhiming's face was full of grief and memories.

A pair of old and cloudy eyes seemed to be on fire.

"That night, the wind was stronger and colder than usual!"

"As soon as the night comes, I feel that something is wrong with me!"

"It happened to be my son's turn to be on duty that night!"

"When we were patrolling halfway, the demon radars of the whole city rang!"

"That voice, I will never forget it!"

"Di woo woo woo woo-"

"Echoes throughout the city!"

"The spirit-controlling technique on the high wall explodes continuously like firecrackers!"

"The outer city only resisted for less than ten minutes, and it fell into ruins!"

"All the spiritual masters from the Fengjiang Demon Slayer Branch rushed up!"

"But it's useless!"

"It's no use at all!"

"It's no use filling in with your life!"

"Afa, Daming, and glasses are all dead!"

"All dead!"

"There are too many demons, there are demons everywhere!"

"There are ghosts everywhere!"

Lian Zhiming's eye circles turned bright and blood red.

That night, his good friends, relatives, and son all died!

He howled in grief and grief.

"The entire Fengjiang City is turned into ruins!"