"Palace Master, cut the red thread."

"Hey, it's not as interesting as what's written in the book, and you haven't even shown your unswerving determination, and your love is stronger than gold." The palace master Zhisha seemed a little disappointed, and made a scissors hand gesture, and clicked against the void.

God damn, love is stronger than Jin Jian, I am more happy with Magic Eye than Jin Jian? Zhang Yuanqing complained silently.

The moment the red thread was "cut", his feeling of infinite tenderness and pity for the magic eye disappeared.

Think about the magic eye too.

"In fact, there is no need to cut it. With the level of the magic eye, the red line effect will disappear after half a minute." She said.

Zhang Yuanqing ignored her, poked his head out of the bushes, and looked around carefully. Sure enough, he saw a corner of the ferry boat where the white lion was lying.

It was a small wooden boat with slightly tilted ends, floating quietly on the water.

He retracted his head and relayed the words of the magic eye to the princess and palace master.

"I'm in charge of attracting the white lion, but I'm not sure how long it can be delayed." The owner of the killing palace said, "The white lion is the embodiment of the power of the spirit, so I can only delay it for three minutes at most, no, one minute."

This is obviously too short.

Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a while, then took out the sliding shovel shoes, the Qingdi jade belt and the Yin-Yang robe, "You take these three items with you, they have very powerful functions and are useful to you."

The invincibility effect of the sliding shovel shoes, the longevity and beast transformation of the Qingdi jade belt, and the passive effect of the yin and yang magic robe are all extremely strong life-saving skills.

With these things, coupled with the strength and props of the Palace Master himself, it is not difficult to delay for a few minutes.

"Hello, there are so many things." The master of the palace of killing people happily put away the props.

She rushed out of the bush immediately, and the ten thousand silk ribbons behind her exploded "bang", condensed into a soft stick more than ten meters long, and smashed hard at the white lion in the distance.

The white lion, who was sleeping comfortably, suddenly opened its golden pupils.

The white shadow flashed, and there was a "bang", the soft stick smashed the solid rocks piled up on the bank, and smashed into the air.

In the golden pupils of the white lion, the figure of the owner of the Palace of Killing was reflected. It seemed to be irritated, its mane stood on end, and it roared.

"Aww!"

The white lion bared its teeth, its limbs flew like flying, and it turned into a white shadow and rushed.

The soft stick disintegrated into thousands of threads, quickly retracted, and the master of the Palace of Killing rose up unhurriedly and swept towards the depths of the darkness.

Red shadows and white shadows chased away.

When the shadows of the two sides could not be seen, Zhang Yuanqing immediately jumped out with the two corpses and ran towards the boat moored on the lake.

The surface of the lake is pitch black, without any waves, and the wind is blowing at night, but this lake is like a pool of stagnant water.

The dead silence is scary.

In the courtyard with black tiles and white walls, a green light landed on the roof and turned into a curly Teddy.

Elder Dog overlooked this three-entry ancient house, and scanned every corner carefully. At this time, there are no tourists, and the staff are all off work.

In the night, the old house was silent.

It didn't find any suspicious characters or suspicious auras. This monument is too ordinary to be ordinary. JrNovels.com