Super Evil Queen to Ghost King

"Sun Zheng poem!"

When murongsheng saw this scene, his face changed and he roared!

Seeing sun Zheng's poem stabbed by the wooden stick held by the ghost leader, his eyes were dyed red with anger.

I raised my eyes and stared at the ghost leader.

The veins on the forehead are protruding, and the joints of the bones are creaking. The protruding phalanx that pinches, exerting force of all is suffused with some white.

"Let her go."

Murongsheng's voice, deep terror.

"You come here, I'll let go."

The ghost leader didn't say so much nonsense. He explained it directly. If murongsheng doesn't come, it's absolutely impossible for him to let people go.

Pain lying on the ground, the body is not a twitch of sun Zheng poetry. At this time, actually can also slightly lift some of the back, forced to turn the head in a direction. The face rubs so rigidly, looking toward murongsheng's direction.

Originally with some ruddy face, now only a pale.

The sweat left on the forehead flowed into the eyes and nearly lost them.

The eyelashes trembled slightly and blinked at murongsheng.

Even if he didn't say a word, murongsheng could understand it at the moment. Sun Zhengshi is using her own way to let her not go!

Guiguzi looked at the action of sun Zheng's poem without any feeling. He hummed coldly: "it's all like this. It's not honest."

One foot stepped on the back of sun Zheng's poem, and forced to crush on the back of sun Zheng's poem.

When sun Zheng shidun stopped straight, his mouth was strangled by the rope, and a stream of scarlet came out.

"Sun Zheng poem!"

Murongsheng roared hard!

But Sun Zheng's eyes have gradually lost focus. He lies on the ground and closes his eyes

"Damn you! You die for me

Murongsheng's mood was instantly aroused!

The murderous spirit broke out quickly, wrapped around his body, strong as if it was the essence, let the people here fear.

Murongsheng's palm turned over. The silver needle that should have fallen in the palm of his hand actually floated on the palm of his hand.

This action naturally attracted many people's attention.

"You give me Die

Murongsheng was angry in his heart, and his face was also mixed with anger that was hard to eliminate.

A wave of hand, just still stay in the palm of the silver needle above, suddenly swish swish is toward the direction of the ghost leader flew past!

But this time, seeing this scene, even the ghost leader did not dare to be too careless.

Just looking at this group of silver needles in front of us, which were as numerous as a cow's hair and had no crack, they flew towards his face with strong wind.

The ghost leader quickly pulled out the stick that had been inserted in the leg of sun Zheng's poem. At this moment, sun Zheng's poem, who was already very pale, turned pale again.

There was a twitch in my body. This time, even a slight whimper didn't come out

Murong Sheng, who has been paying attention to the situation of sun Zheng's poems, sees this picture and rushes towards sun Zheng's poems without thinking about it.

I don't care if I'm caught by these people in the Jianghu, and I don't care if I just throw myself into the net and send myself to the door.

Now, she just wants to make sure that sun Zhengshi is safe