Rebirth of the National Male God

The sound from above his head crept into his ears.

After hearing this, Lei Yu realized what he should do, but he hadn't completely sorted out his thoughts, so he raised his head a little sluggishly.

Looking from the bottom to the top, a face that is still so beautiful came into view, especially in this direction, you can clearly see the long density of her light pink lips and eyelashes, which are beautiful regardless of gender.

The silver-haired young priest looked at him deeply, his eyes were so focused that the whole world could see him alone, and the only figure imprinted in her pupils was him.

Lei Yu's breathing became rapid, his eyebrows were gently stroked by a hand, and the soft and cool touch was very comfortable.

This hand came from the silver-haired priest in front of him, and it was as meticulous as Xueyu.

"It is indeed the golden pupil of the royal family."

Lei Yu opened his mouth to say something, but the minister beside him said excitedly, "Not only is the golden pupil of pure blood, but he also inherited the power of blood from the first generation of the royal family. On the way to the imperial city, he... oh no, it's a big one. His Royal Highness was harassed by some pariahs, and it was at that time that His Highness the First Prince revealed his abilities, which is really great! It is like the golden son of His Majesty the first generation of the royal family, the light of the royal family can never be dusted!"

"What's your name?" The silver-haired priest's gaze was still on the young man kneeling in front of him.

"His Royal Highness's name is Lei Kui... uh!?" The minister's voice stopped abruptly.

I saw a god attendant standing behind him at some point, and stabbed the minister's abdomen with a sword.

"Bang——" The minister's fat body fell to the ground, his eyes still showing bewildered shock, "Why... why? Bishop... Your lord..."

The blood flowed quickly, but it flowed to Lei Yu's feet in a moment, soaking the corners of his gray clothes and trousers.

"..." Lei Yu moved the tip of his nose, then lowered his eyelids, and slowly widened his eyes when he saw the blood flowing on the ground.

When he raised his head again, the cold light in front of him flickered, and the sword edge had already slashed across his neck.

"Hi!" Sisi's coldness and stinging pain made Lei Yu's body develop the instinct of self-defense, and his eyes shrank fiercely.

According to the plot, he should have fallen to the ground dead by now, but Lei Yu himself seemed to have forgotten this point.

"Not good!" Xiao Jin scolded secretly and stood up immediately.

Fein next to him reacted faster than him, and he took a big step to save the field.

However, the scene that happened immediately stopped the movements of the two of them. Like the others, they were all stunned in the same place. There were only two words in their minds - FUCK!

The silver-haired priest in the arena seemed to have sensed Lei Yu's intentions. When the man was about to jump up on the ground with one hand, he raised his foot and kicked him in the center.

The man who was about 1.8 meters looked so elegant and was kicked and flew out.

It's not over yet, yes! It's not over!

Lei Yu was kicked in such a way that he could roll over in the air, and landed his legs first in a posture that was not too embarrassing.

As soon as he raised his head, he showed a fierce look in his eyes. Before he could see anything clearly, the sound of a gust of wind could be heard from the side of his face, and his fighting instinct made him raise his hands to block in time.

"Bang!" A leg collided with the man's arm, and as a result, Lei Yu was kicked to the ground.

"Cough!" He retched uncomfortably, astonishment flashed across his face. How can this strength be so great?

[Your Majesty, to use up Little Pink to increase his strength just to teach this guy a lesson, wouldn't it be too much of a loss? 】The five treasures emerge cautiously, if it makes His Majesty's filming NG, the end will definitely be miserable.

Sihuang responded silently, "Not bad."

【Your Majesty is wise! 】Remembering the big profits in the past two days, Wubao suddenly became rich and self-willed, and I am the arrogance of the uncle, 【Your Majesty, do you need to strengthen it? It's boring to kick out half a meter. If you want to kick, you have to kick out a trick! 】

Si Huang ignored it. It's not an easy thing to do two things with one mind when acting. She wanted to teach Lei Yu a lesson to let him settle down, but she wouldn't put the cart before the horse and ignore the role she should play.

When Sihuang stepped on Lei Yu's right palm with one foot, pinned him to the ground, and stroked his forehead with his hand, he said softly, "Death is not terrible, you will be guided by God the Father."

The other hand holding the long sword has stabbed the blood-stained blade into his body without a pause—

"Oh!" Lei Yu's wide eyes were full of unwillingness.

He lost!

From beginning to end, this man occupied the home court.

Even if it is to change the game on the spot, the result is to make yourself lose even more ugly!

For Xiao Jin and others off the court, this temporary outing of the two was really wonderful. After the previous trough, three words came into their minds again: Bunker!

The person who gave these three words was naturally Si Huang.

This villain BOSS, a silver-haired bishop in a sacred priest's uniform, kills people so casually and elegantly. Seeing him pressing down on that wild man like a leopard is simply a collision of civilization and primitiveness, which is inexplicably harmonious. Passionate.

Many female staff members blushed and screamed in low voices: "He's so handsome, so handsome, so handsome! Overwhelmed! Overwhelmed! Overwhelmed! Oooh! Killed by the worshiped god The dead little wild leopard is about to turn into the king of the forest, just to come back and overwhelm the noble and unattainable Bishop, oh oh oh, love each other and kill each other!"

"..." The male staff next to him had black lines all over his head.

This time, it was certain that Lei Kui would not foolishly 'deceive the corpse' again. Xiao Jin did not call to stop, and Si Huang naturally continued to shoot afterward.

She let go of the sword in her hand, stood up from the dead prince, and the servant next to her brought a silver water basin.

After carefully washing his hands that were not stained with a trace of blood, the silver-haired priest wiped his palms, turned and walked towards the inner hall.

"Cut out his eyes."

The servant behind him silently bowed his head and accepted the order.