Luo Ying'er couldn't say why she had this intuition, because he knew very well that although there are often cases where intuition is accurate,... things like intuition are often based on some general theoretical basis.

For example, you intuitively feel how something is, but it must be a combination of thinking and other scheduling, which gives you a general direction.

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Han Sanqian can win, but this is an intuition without any warning.

After Luo Jin was slightly stunned, he smiled lightly and said, "I'm afraid this is not your intuition, but your wishful thinking?"

Luo Ying'er really wanted to explain and refute, but she couldn't speak at all when she got to her mouth, because after thinking about it carefully, she couldn't tell whether it was her intuition or the so-called wishful thinking.

"Han Sanqian, I don't have any winning points. I can't see even a single bit." Luo Jin shook his head distressedly: "Ying'er, although you are smart, as a father, you have always been very optimistic about your intelligence and trust your judgment even more. , You are also aware of this point. However, this time, your judgment...may have been too slanted."

For a long time, because Luo Jin knew that his daughter was smart, no matter what decisions Luo Yinger made, even some decisions seemed unbelievable, he was his daughter's staunch supporter.

This is not only a father's love as a mountain, but more importantly, it is also the trust in Luo Ying'er's ability.

Only this time, he chose to go in the opposite direction.

Luo Ying'er didn't have any mood swings, she could understand her father's decision.

"Father, I understand."

As soon as the two father and daughter spoke, Han Sanqian, who had been besieged by eight people in the sky, was already entangled by eight spells in complete pain.

The eight attacks tightly entangled his body, bound him like eight ropes, but whipped him like eight iron whips.

Even after Han Sanqian became demonic, the demonic energy occupied his entire body, and the pain almost disappeared, but it was still so painful that Han Sanqian almost grinned.

The berserk demon energy surged out of his body because his body was too painful, and the top of the sky also seemed to be affected by it and become low and dark.

"Guys, he's dying."

"Hmph, Han Sanqian, you are nothing more than that."

"Everyone says that Han Sanqian is extremely powerful, but in our hands, it's just a matter of one round."

"Eight demons against the sky, you, Han Sanqian, don't even count as a sky, what right do you have to resist?"

Headed by the special envoy, the eight of them were very proud now, and they looked at Han Sanqian with disdain and sarcasm in their eyes.

"If we knew it was so simple, why should we waste our troops and keep attacking for a long time? If we simply go up with eight people, everything will be settled long ago."

"yes."

"Okay, it's inevitable that the night will be full of dreams, everyone, work together with me to kill Han Sanqian!"

The special envoy yelled, and the eight people immediately exerted their strength again. Suddenly, the light of the spells that everyone bound Han Sanqian began to change drastically.

The light that was originally red turned into blood red in an instant, and the light that was originally blue also turned into sky blue in an instant.

Han Sanqian, who was in the center, was completely in pain in the eight rays of light.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Han Sanqian roared in pain, and his tragic voice almost resounded throughout Yetian City.

Although he had never experienced that kind of pain, everyone who heard the voice could imagine how uncomfortable Han Sanqian was. JrNovels.com