Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Ye Yinchen couldn't understand the meaning of the last two words in his words.

Her eyes were fixed on the girl's pale face, her thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and the bottom of her eyes was as black as ink.

But Bai Zhen couldn't hold it any longer, leaning on the sword in her hand, she slid on the ground.

She looked at Rong Lin with deep shock in her eyes.

Isn't he from the planes he traveled before?

Know the words of Jiuyuan deity...

There is only one possibility.

He is from the original world.

"Who are you?" Bai Zhen asked.

Jiuyuan's enemy?

Rong Lin gestured to the man in black.

The group put away their swords and stepped aside respectfully.

Rong Lin dragged Ye Yinchen forward for a few minutes.

He looked down at Bai Zhen and sneered, "You don't deserve to know who I am."

He let go of Ye Yinchen, grabbed a sword, walked to her, and aimed the sword at her face.

Bai Zhen stared at Jian Feng for a second, then raised her sleeves to wipe off the blood from her eyes, then she smiled. "Can't even a small wish before death be fulfilled?"

Rong Lin tilted his head, but the position of the sword's edge remained motionless and his voice was cold, "No way."

His voice has not yet fallen.

Bai Zhen rushed up, with all his strength, like a cheetah that burst out suddenly, the long sword in his hand was in front of him, and the cold light was about to smear his neck.

Three centimeters, two centimeters, one centimeter...

"when!"

But he was held back with a sword.

Rong Lin slapped Bai Zhen's belly, knocking her whole body into the air, her back slammed into the wall heavily, leaving a bright red mark on it.

Bai Zhen's chest was blocked, and he spat out blood.

Ye Yinchen's eyes were locked on her, her arms were on the ground, crawling towards her with difficulty and slowness, her lips moved slightly, but she could only make a painful and weak voice, "Your Majesty..."

Bai Zhen didn't look at him.

At this moment, she was stretching her arm to reach the sword not far away.

A little bit.

Just a little...

A pair of black boots with gold trim came into view.

With a slight movement of that foot, the sword was kicked into the air.

Bai Zhen was lying on the ground, looking at the unreachable sword, she suddenly laughed.

And the more he laughed, the more he laughed, the louder the laughter became.

Her shoulders shrugged violently up and down, and she sat up, leaning back and forth in laughter.

laugh...

Tears could not stop slipping out of his eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" Rong Lin looked at her and asked.

Bai Zhen leaned against the wall and stood up with difficulty.

Clear pool-like eyes glanced at him disdainfully.

"What the deity is laughing at, you don't deserve to know."

"Hey, you're still stubborn when you die! I'll send you to see the King of Hell!"

As Rong Lin spoke, he swung his long sword, aimed at Bai Zhen's heart and stabbed it.

The sword sank into the body, making a muffled sound.

Bai Zhen closed her eyes and quietly waited for death.

But the expected pain did not come, she opened her eyes suspiciously, and saw that the young man got up from the ground at some point and stood in front of her.

"Sound... sound dust?"

The boy turned his back to her, motionless.

And Bai Zhen was equally surprised.

And Rong Lin.

He bowed his head slightly, and glanced at Ye Yinchen's hands and feet, whose tendons had been broken.

Apparently it's broken.

How is it possible to stand up?

How can it be……

He looked up, his body froze suddenly.

The bottom of the boy's eyes faded away from the dark ink, and replaced it with a cold ice blue.

A large amount of blood began to seep from the wound on his chest, but the boy seemed to feel no pain and took another step forward.

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