Chapter: 994
This is the coercion of high-ranking people on low-ranking people of the same profession.
Just like Ye Youshen restraining the spirit body.
In the rapid sprint, Zhang Yuanqing shook off the Yin-Yang magic robe and put it on, summoned the back soil boots, and put them on while running. His steps suddenly became thicker, and each foot made a dull thumping sound, calming the disordered breath.
After running for another dozen meters, his legs felt weak for a while, his calf convulsed, and his face was as white as paper.
The closer he got to that yin energy, the more frightened he was, like meeting a natural enemy.
No, can't stop. He said to himself in his heart.
Two gleams of light emerged, turning into Thug Gauntlets and Explosive Pistols respectively.
grass! What's so embarrassing, people are dead, and the moment this dead woman holds two props, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly has this idea in his heart, and uses it to gain great courage, and the fear in his heart disappears.
thump thump!
He finally rushed to Xiao Doubi, opened his arms, and hugged the little baby spirit who was rushing towards him tightly.
It was at this time that Yin Qi as thick as ink surged in front of his eyes. Zhang Yuanqing saw that the billowing black smoke dispersed, revealing a pair of embroidered shoes and a pleated red skirt.
Immediately afterwards, he saw "black smoke" spread out against the plump and towering chest, like a drawn curtain, revealing a gracefully curved jaw.
Finally, there was a beautiful face. Widow Li at the head of the village was right. This woman was indeed very handsome, but she was also very white.
And the scariest thing was her eyes, the sockets of which were filled with pitch-black energy, and the pupils were as blood-red as jewels.
Zhang Yuanqing's body trembled violently, and his teeth collided up and down, making a "click" sound. His face was completely drained of blood, just as pale as the woman in the red skirt in front of him.
But his heart was beating violently, beating with overload, and the rate of pumping could be seen through the rise and fall of the chest cavity.
Huge fear exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. This was the most terrifying enemy he had ever faced, except for the Demon Eye King.
The Demon Eye King does not have the aura to suppress the Night God, but the woman in the red dress in front of her is different. She was obviously a powerful Night God, no, she was a star official.
Those eyes with dark eyes and pupils like blood were staring at Zhang Yuanqing without any emotion. She slowly raised her hand, and the sleeve slipped down, revealing a pale but delicate hand.
This hand grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's neck.
With a bang, Zhang Yuanqing's emotions exploded.
He seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and when he was on the verge of death, the burning anger in his heart briefly overwhelmed his fear.
The right boot glowed a thick, slightly viscous yellow light.
The muscles in his right leg bulged, splitting his trousers.
Snapped!
Zhang Yuanqing pulled out a whip leg, and pulled it towards the pale hand that had been caught.
The pale and delicate hand stopped, and slowly turned the palm.
Snapped!
Zhang Yuanqing's whip leg happened to hit the palm of the woman in the red skirt, and immediately, the sole of her foot was grabbed.
"Crack." JrNovels.com
Just like Ye Youshen restraining the spirit body.
In the rapid sprint, Zhang Yuanqing shook off the Yin-Yang magic robe and put it on, summoned the back soil boots, and put them on while running. His steps suddenly became thicker, and each foot made a dull thumping sound, calming the disordered breath.
After running for another dozen meters, his legs felt weak for a while, his calf convulsed, and his face was as white as paper.
The closer he got to that yin energy, the more frightened he was, like meeting a natural enemy.
No, can't stop. He said to himself in his heart.
Two gleams of light emerged, turning into Thug Gauntlets and Explosive Pistols respectively.
grass! What's so embarrassing, people are dead, and the moment this dead woman holds two props, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly has this idea in his heart, and uses it to gain great courage, and the fear in his heart disappears.
thump thump!
He finally rushed to Xiao Doubi, opened his arms, and hugged the little baby spirit who was rushing towards him tightly.
It was at this time that Yin Qi as thick as ink surged in front of his eyes. Zhang Yuanqing saw that the billowing black smoke dispersed, revealing a pair of embroidered shoes and a pleated red skirt.
Immediately afterwards, he saw "black smoke" spread out against the plump and towering chest, like a drawn curtain, revealing a gracefully curved jaw.
Finally, there was a beautiful face. Widow Li at the head of the village was right. This woman was indeed very handsome, but she was also very white.
And the scariest thing was her eyes, the sockets of which were filled with pitch-black energy, and the pupils were as blood-red as jewels.
Zhang Yuanqing's body trembled violently, and his teeth collided up and down, making a "click" sound. His face was completely drained of blood, just as pale as the woman in the red skirt in front of him.
But his heart was beating violently, beating with overload, and the rate of pumping could be seen through the rise and fall of the chest cavity.
Huge fear exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. This was the most terrifying enemy he had ever faced, except for the Demon Eye King.
The Demon Eye King does not have the aura to suppress the Night God, but the woman in the red dress in front of her is different. She was obviously a powerful Night God, no, she was a star official.
Those eyes with dark eyes and pupils like blood were staring at Zhang Yuanqing without any emotion. She slowly raised her hand, and the sleeve slipped down, revealing a pale but delicate hand.
This hand grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's neck.
With a bang, Zhang Yuanqing's emotions exploded.
He seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and when he was on the verge of death, the burning anger in his heart briefly overwhelmed his fear.
The right boot glowed a thick, slightly viscous yellow light.
The muscles in his right leg bulged, splitting his trousers.
Snapped!
Zhang Yuanqing pulled out a whip leg, and pulled it towards the pale hand that had been caught.
The pale and delicate hand stopped, and slowly turned the palm.
Snapped!
Zhang Yuanqing's whip leg happened to hit the palm of the woman in the red skirt, and immediately, the sole of her foot was grabbed.
"Crack." JrNovels.com
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