Miss is not human

Chapter 1121

Song Chang took a deep breath, and continued to push the trajectory of the spell.

This technique seems to be engraved in his mind, he doesn't need to deduce it deliberately, as long as the spiritual power is sufficient, it will flow along his body.

The screen continues to advance.

In the end, Zhongli Xiangrui was willing to think about it for his grandson and daughter-in-law, and suppressed the murderous resentment in his heart.

He made some arrangements, and under the pretext of being insane, he announced that he would not be able to advance to the retreat. He hid himself and observed the entrance day after day.

One day with no one, two days with no one, three days with no one...

He stared at the entrance undaunted.

Finally one day he saw the third uncle's wife and entered the secret room with a gloomy expression.

It seems that she never thought that someone would squat her here, so she didn't take special care to cover up her marks.

This wasn't the main dish, he couldn't expose himself at this time, but he couldn't hold back his inner madness.

Zhongli Xiangrui sneaked in quietly, the third uncle's wife is not a famous lady, spiritual power cultivation is also a three-legged cat's kung fu, all spiritual power is accumulated by Zhongli's family's elixir.

When he was far away, he heard the overwhelming shouting and scolding, which was so dirty that it was unbearable to hear.

However, no voice of rebuttal was heard.

He quietly looked through the crack of the door, and almost couldn't help but explode.

The third uncle's wife was pressing a crooked man, holding a steaming towel that he could see from this position, and desperately wiping the man's body.

He grabbed her hair and combed it vigorously with the tooth comb, his movements were brutal and rude.

But that person still had no strength to struggle, and he was unable to struggle, his limbs were twisted and hung on his high belly.

Everything stimulated Zhongli Xiangrui's brain, he held back, and while he was still rational, he quickly set up a barrier for himself to prevent himself from being exposed.

Uncle Bai's wife still didn't let go of her hatred, and pulled her hair vigorously, pulling her head up.

How does Zhongli Xiangrui control himself so that he doesn't growl, that completely scratched face can no longer be seen how beautiful it used to be, only the tear mole under the eyes is more and more obvious in the dark night,

Those eyes didn't even have tears, they were completely lifeless, and there was no tongue in the slightly opened mouth.

No wonder she couldn't cry out.

Zhongli Xiangrui controlled his desire to kill, knowing that he could not go out at this time, if he couldn't help it at this time, everything would be in vain.

It will also implicate Weng and his grandson.

He has to endure, he must endure, endure until he finds out the truth of everything, endure until he can annihilate everyone in one fell swoop, then he can take action!

He desperately warned himself not to expose himself, he endured it stubbornly, his nails inserted into his palm, and the smell of blood wafted over.

Fortunately, the air in the secret room was so smelly that it was unbearable. The smell of blood was mixed in, and the third uncle's wife, who was so angry, didn't notice.

It wasn't until she had dealt with Zhongli Feiyan that she threw her back on the bed covered with a temporary new brocade quilt.

"You bastard is so patient! It's okay to be tortured like this when you're pregnant, and it's okay for the bastard! Why don't you die!"

She spat fiercely on the ground, and then said calmly, "No matter how much you endure, it's useless, you're not a thousand-man rider!"

(End of this chapter)