Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

"Yes, we should continue to compare!".

Many people shouted out of fear of the world.

Mo Zihan's eyes were black, and he wished he could pump his two mouths directly.

Why did you owe your mouth so much?

It's okay to do this bet!

Now she has a feeling of crying without tears.

She even gave up her efforts to find the five-colored deer.

Even if she struggled to find a place, Ye Qingli could always find her one step earlier, and then put the bait to that position, the five-colored deer ran out.

She couldn't help but want to growl at Ye Qingli.

"There is no such thing as you!"

Ye Qingli, of course, would not hear her voice. Now, she grabbed the five-colored deer handily, and Nan Yusheng simply followed her by the side, when Ye Qingli's bag was full, She replaced it with a new one.

The stuffed suitcase was placed on the edge of the light wind, and his guard was in charge of it, and no one could fool around.

As the sky gradually darkened, the sunset finally fell completely to the horizon, people around lit up lights, and Nan Yusheng also stopped his hand at this time, shouting: "Time is up!"

Ye Qingli clapped her hands and handed the last bag to Nan Yusheng, then walked back slowly.

As she passed Mo Zihan, she patted the other person's shoulder well.

"Hey, it's getting late, don't stand here, watch out for the cold!"

Mo Zihan carried his suitcase and walked back.

According to regulations, both parties should take out all their prey, and then compare who is more and who is less.

But now, it seems that there is no need for it, because as long as the person with eyes, all can see that Ye Qingli has achieved an overwhelming advantage.

In Mo Zihan's suitcase, there is only such a pitiful ... one.

It was the one he first hunted. From then on, she could only watch Ye Qingli's performance with her eyes open, and she had nothing to gain.

The daunting Miss Mo has created the worst record in her history, so that everyone can't believe it.

Ye Qingli's side is even more eye-catching.

A lot of suitcases piled up in front of Yanfengqing like a hill.

Even Nan Yusheng didn't expect so much.

She threw out her tongue: "I'm afraid I can't count it alone. Has anyone come up to count it for me?"

"I come!"

"And I!"

Many people took the initiative to invite tassels, and soon several people came up to count these bags with Nan Yusheng.

They just roughly counted, and then they all showed horrified eyes.

Fifteen!

Ye Qingli's bags were full of fifteen!

It can't be described by an overwhelming advantage, it's a spike!

A few of them were busy counting for a long time there.

And in this process, Mo Zihan stood there in a loss of spirit, his face pale, and he said nothing.

After a while, Nan Yusheng came out proudly and announced the result.

"I announced that Ye Qingli's harvest is-800!"

The onlookers couldn't even exclaim the sound of exclamation. It's because Ye Qingli's performance was just too far behind, so that they were all mentally prepared. When they heard this result, they seemed less surprised .