Feng Jiu looked at him quietly, her cold eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and a lazy voice came out unhurriedly: "Don't tell me? It doesn't matter, I have many ways to make you speak, just look at you I can't bear it anymore."

When the words fell, she swiped the blade in her hand, and there was another blood mark on his body. She looked at him and said: "You can think slowly, but don't think about running away. You are running away when you fall into my hands. Can't drop."

Another air current swept across. This stroke cut off his left hamstring. The black-robed man gritted his teeth and grunted, his fists tightened, his bloodthirsty eyes staring like a wolf. With Fengjiu.

Feng Jiu hooked his lips, raised the dagger in his hand, and drew it down again, while slowly saying: "People like you, I believe you can't do things like suicide. I can't escape. If you want to die more comfortably, you have to obediently tell me what I want to know."

A hundred meters away, Old Yang and the host of Baili looked at her holding a knife and slashing one after another on the person's body, their hearts chilling.Although he knew that the man was also a wicked man with blood in his hands, it was really chilling to see such a woman starting like this.

Over there, after Xuanyuan Moze got rid of the twelve people, he glanced at the corpses scattered around him, and said to Chengde, "Tell people to collect the things on the ground."

Yu Chengde knew what he meant, so he called two middle-aged men forward and asked them to collect all the valuables from the corpses and hand them to Xuanyuan Moze.

Under his gaze, no one dared to be greedy for those things. After all, the strength of this Lord Ling was so strong that they were in awe from the bottom of their hearts, and they did not dare to have his own heart.

Xuanyuan Moze swept over the corpses with his hand. For a person of his level, these people were like ants in front of him, and they would die with a gentle rub. It would not take much effort to kill them.

"Master Ling, this, this was found from the people in black, please have a look at Master Ling." Yu Chengde took the thing forward and handed it to him.

Xuanyuan Moze glanced at it, then took the space ring, swept the space ring, and put the ring into the space, while instructing Chengde: "The corpse on the ground is dealt with."

"Yes, yes." Yu Chengde responded and quickly let the people in the house come out to clean up.

Going to Feng Jiu, when he saw that the man on the ground was dying, Xuanyuan Moze came to Feng Jiu's side, raised his hand, and formed a soundproof barrier.

"It's almost there." Xuanyuan Mo Ze said.

"Well, I think it's almost done, too." Feng Jiu nodded, stepped forward and stepped on the man's foot. The man who fell on the ground opened his mouth and screamed, and a pill was shot into him at the same time. In the throat.

"This is a harvest." Xuanyuan Mo Ze handed her the spatial ring.

Feng Jiu smiled, put it away, and said, "Looking back and looking for a scam, I have taken all these things."

"it is good."

The two talked about a conversation, and Feng Jiu looked at the person on the ground, softly asked, "What is the gossip mirror for? What do you want to do with it?"

The black-robed man's expression was a bit hideous, he felt as if he was a little out of control, some words were about to be spoken, but he was biting his teeth to hold back.