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Chapter 1852 Wanton rampant(2/2)

Lin Fan was shaken down and vomited blood in his mouth, but he was smiling: "It's so happy! It's so happy! How happy it is. Killing people in front of a group of emperors and saints, how wanton and frivolous!"

"Damn you!" The emperor's words were without any warmth, like the cold wind blowing from an ice cave that had been frozen for hundreds of millions of years, freezing people's bones.

"Then you kill."

Lin Fan laughed.

He will eat it.

This emperor will not kill him now.

"Are you doing this just for a happy death?" Huang actually calmed down, with a sarcastic smile: "How is that possible? It's hard for you to die even if you want to."

"This emperor takes action personally to see if the legend is true."

The emperor spoke, and with a snap of his fingers, the laws of the emperor were condensed into ropes, stretching Lin Fan's limbs. The divine ropes of laws were nailed into the void, and Lin Fan was trapped and locked into a large font.

This was the Holy Emperor's own action, and he was temporarily unable to resist.

"Dong dong." The emperor praised, and listened to the sound of his heartbeat, and said intoxicatedly: "It's such an alluring heartbeat, so energetic, as vigorous as a wild dragon."
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