The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Others' repression, if any, is just a chilling atmosphere.

The mysterious man's repression in front of him is like condensation.

A pair of cold, stinging hands held their hearts and tightened suddenly.

The four suddenly grabbed their throats, opened their mouths and made a click of terror, even though there was no attack.

And the whole ghost market land started to buzz violently.

On a ruined ceiling, a large chunk of crushed stone fell.

Not to mention the four judges who faced the attack.

Even people hiding beside them, such as smoke, have a pale face, spit blood, want to moan for help, but even make a little noise.

Even the haunted market guests who were driven to the battlefield began to have difficulty breathing, and the uncontrolled surge of air in their bodies.

It was as if an invisible hand had appeared in the heavens and the earth, holding the ghost market firmly.

It takes just a little bit of effort to crush this huge building with the creatures inside.

“Your Highness, calm down! Calm down!” Cold nights can no longer be tolerated, rushing to death, trembling, “Your Majesty, don't forget, this is not a land of immortals, it is a land of martial arts, your slight release of pressure could collapse the world. Here... this is where Miss Muang lives. No... Isn't that just a few scum? Your subordinates will handle it for you. ”

The Emperor snorted and looked down at the girl in his arms.

Despite his efforts to keep pressure from affecting Muang, the person in his arms raised his eyebrows slightly and seemed to sleep very uneasy.

The emperor suddenly squeezed his hand in his arms and his eyes flashed with a gentle and heartache, the pressure on his body, disappearing without a trace between his blinks.

Cao Wen Dao escaped from his death and could no longer care for his dignity. Putong fell on his knees in front of the emperor. "We were wrong. We don't know Tarzan. Please forgive us and spare the ghost market! ”

By this moment, Cao Wendo's four people really regret that their intestines are blue.

Haunted market people are accustomed to hegemony, they will think there, just forcing a Xuan pharmacist to leave the area, would actually cause such two Sha Xing.

Jun Muyan, a girl as young as eighteen or nine years old, was alone, but turned their ghost market upside down.

I thought Junmuyan was horrible enough, and this man who appeared in front of me was horrible, it was a Huluo evil ghost!

Faced with this man, all they had left was instinctive fear, and where was the ability to resist at all.

The emperor raised his head slowly and looked at them, with a cold smile on his grim face.

Slip your elongated fingers together and slide from top to bottom.

Sound, Cao Wendo suddenly covered his throat and gazed in horror.

He opened his mouth to beg for forgiveness, to scream, but the blood preceded the sound, coming out of his lips and teeth, from between his fingers.

Boom, boom, boom! Four murmurs and four judges fell straight down, turning into bloody corpses.

The cold night beside her sneered, and her heart said, "Hurt Miss Mu Yan and want to leave?" Isn't it daydreaming?

By this time, the emperor's gaze had looked around the ghost.

Everyone here has a part in hurting Muay.

He won't let any of it go!

Like a tobacco foot under the tobacco, pounding through the ground, watching a man as handsome as a god fingered as a sword, slowly waved down, nothing but despair in his eyes.