Wang Feng began to check in from Douluo

She blinked her eyes, looked at Wang Feng with charming eyes, and chuckled: "Oh, Master is too smart, this is really not a good thing for me. What you said is correct... "

"After I was created, the Lord of Hell connected me to this chaotic world, and then she discovered that this chaotic world became more chaotic and solid after being connected to me. With her power, she wanted to break the chaos and let me join this chaotic world. Awakening will also cost a lot of money. Because there has never been a precedent for killing gods to directly connect to a world, or a world of chaos."

The woman stopped smiling and her expression suddenly became extremely dignified.

Her expression was even more cold, and she felt like she had directly transformed from a charming witch into a peerless immortal who sat high above the nine heavens.

This sudden change in style is so natural to her.

It is enough to make anyone of the opposite sex have an endless desire to conquer.

"Hmph, don't think that you can make me, Yan Mengyao, surrender to you by breaking through the chaos and becoming the master of the Eternal God Killer."

The woman raised her chin slightly, with a very arrogant expression, and looked at Wang Feng with a bit of contempt in her eyes, "That is absolutely impossible!"

"..."

Wang Feng looked at her.

in silence.

From the change in temperament and style, to the tone and demeanor, all at the same time.

It can be said to be extremely real.

Even if you knew it was fake, you wouldn't be able to tell it.

"Yan Mengyao, what name did the Lord of Hell give you?" Wang Feng didn't seem to be affected at all.

"Bold! What kind of existence is the Lord of Hell, how can you call it directly!" Yan Mengyao's eyes slightly enlarged, and his voice was like thunder, with great momentum, "Why, don't you think the name Yan Mengyao is unpleasant? You This is disrespectful to the Lord of Hell!"

Her beautiful face was full of anger, her legs were shaking slightly, and the mountain peaks undulated back and forth, outlining an exaggerated arc.

The green gauze garment seemed to be about to split at any moment.

"What is the Lord of Hell like?" Wang Feng glanced at Yan Mengyao and continued to ask.

Hearing this, Yan Mengyao was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Wang Feng in shock, "I didn't expect that you actually have thoughts about the Lord of Hell? You...you..."

After watching you for a long time, Yan Mengyao's momentum suddenly dropped, his cold temperament and aloof expression collapsed, and then he let out an extremely charming laugh: "But it's so surprising to Mengyao... Okay then... hehe..."

Wang Feng thought to himself, what kind of memory and soul has been injected into this inflatable/doll by the Lord of Hell?

She can make almost every woman that Wang Feng can imagine lifelike.

From lolita to queen, from fairy to witch...

Soon, Yan Mengyao changed again.

"Actually, when the Lord of Hell injected the soul into the slave family, he washed away her appearance and some memories. It's just... Hehe, the Lord of Hell probably doesn't fully know what the eternal god-killing she plans to create is. exist."

Yan Mengyao suddenly leaned close to Wang Feng's ear and whispered, "When the Lord of Hell injected memories into the slave family, Mengyao's soul was already born. At that time, he already understood the Lord of Hell."

"Then you are quite powerful." Wang Feng remained motionless.

As long as I think she's a blow-up/doll, she's not really alive. Wang Feng thought calmly.

Having experienced chaos and darkness in his mind, Wang Feng believes that he cannot be easily tempted!

"Lord of Hell, that's how it is."

After Yan Mengyao finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

There was a faint smile on her face.

This kind of smile is not charming, not cold, not gentle.

With Yan Mengyao's tragically beautiful face, there is only one feeling.

nothingness.

"Diye, I haven't seen you for many years, and you have indeed not disappointed me." In this emptiness, Yan Mengyao's voice sounded softly.

As if the echo was countless billions of light years away, Wang Feng's memory seemed to return to the past in an instant.

This is a kind of voice that can be convincing in some way.

It also carries an undeniable sonority.

It also contains a kind of majesty that is unparalleled in the world.

Yan Mengyao stood there, as if in a dream, but like the universe, elusive.

‘This is the Lord of Hell? How much of an imitation did this woman have? ’

Wang Feng's mind was slightly disturbed.

"Oh, the Lord of Hell is so powerful. With Mengyao's current ability, he can only imitate six or seven points of similarity." Yan Mengyao said with an annoyed look on his face, and then faced him with a shy and timid expression, like a frightened little rabbit. With an expression like a big bad wolf, he said timidly: "Master, you won't punish me, right?"

"If you're punishing, you have to be gentle, otherwise Mengyao will be easily broken..."

"..."

It's just the function of an inflatable/doll, calm, calm.

Wang Feng seemed to have thought of something. He walked up to Yan Mengyao, stretched out his old fingers and pointed towards Yan Mengyao.

Yan Mengyao did not show any surprise or amazement, as if he had been caught by the big bad wolf and pressed down on the little rabbit who was about to feast, and subconsciously began to cry.

Until Wang Feng pointed at three locations: the neck, back, and waist.

In an instant, Yan Mengyao was like a swan that had been hit by an arrow. His body froze first, and then he let out a mournful cry.

The cry this time was definitely not staged, but real.

"Ah! Lord...Lord...what have you done to me?"

Yan Mengyao looked pale and squatted on the ground.

There was extreme shock in his eyes.

She understands her body.

Perfect, even more perfect than the devil's body!

It was made by tempering billions of materials from all over the world!

The opponent's three fingers have no intention of energy attack.

Just a little touch.

How could it possibly cause her such severe pain?

"When your body was built, it was extremely perfect. Unfortunately, there were hundreds of millions of these materials. Even if the person who built your body had perfectly avoided conflicts with most of the materials, it's a pity that Baimi A sparse. There are several kinds of materials that have been transformed and refined, but there will still be conflicts, and they are changing conflicts. When your body changes, such as when you speak, there will be subtle conflicts."

Wang Feng's eyes flashed.

In the pupils of the eyes, a triangular prism is reflected, the origin of Hongmeng.

Wang Feng stretched out a finger and said calmly: "I'm warning you, don't play with fire against your master. Otherwise, it won't be such a simple pain next time."

Yan Mengyao is the eternal god-killer. Although Wang Feng now understands the cause and effect, he still has many puzzles in his heart.

This inflatable/doll always does this, constantly changing its temperament and style to seduce herself, which is really abominable. Wang Feng feels that he needs to teach her a lesson.

He has the origin of Hongmeng. Even if the opponent is the eternal god-killer, it is only the weapon spirit of the eternal god-killer.

It is not very difficult for him to parse out a small part.

Yan Mengyao's expression changed uncertainly, and finally she said oh, then looked at Wang Feng's stretched out finger, suddenly stuck out her tongue and licked it at lightning speed, and then said seriously:

"Okay, Master, what else do you want to ask?"

"..." Wang Feng.

He glanced at Yan Mengyao lightly, wiped his wet fingers clean on Yan Mengyao's dress, and asked calmly:

"How long has it been?"

"A chaotic world? Although there are no time rules in a chaotic world, the Eternal Godkiller has been recording time. Calculated in normal time... there is about a beginning. Oh, Master, please don't know. There were ten thousand and eight hundred at the beginning. A year is a beginning cycle, which is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years. This is a divine calamity. However, in a chaotic world without time rules, this number has no meaning. "

"What I'm asking is how long has it been since the outside world?"

"The outside world? The Dark Demon Realm?"

Yan Mengyao thought for a while, then smiled and said a few words: "With a snap of a finger."

Wang Feng's heart was filled with turmoil.