The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1885 The Rat in the Gutter
Master Ying's eyes darkened a little, mainly because he didn't expect that this person had locked him up for so many years, yet he still had such aura.

His xinxing is still the same as before, it is really terrifying, if it is him, he has been imprisoned here for so many years, even if he is not crazy, his xinxing will be chaotic.

Seeing the smell of gunpowder between the two getting stronger, Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan looked at each other, Jun Moyuan raised his hand to hold the little girl's hand, and shook his head slightly at her.

"Watch what happens."

Jun Moyuan's four words stopped Leng Wuyou from going forward.

"I won't fight you, and I didn't come to find you today."

I thought there was going to be a fight, but Mr. Ying turned his words away and looked at Leng Wuyou with a lot of interest in his eyes.

"You are Leng Wuyou, you are really a young genius, oh, you should be called the proud daughter of heaven."

This little girl can break through the formation he has set up, and can untie the chains on Nalan Yuan's body, which shows her strength.

Leng Wuyou raised her eyes to look at him, there was not much emotion in her eyes, they were cold.

"Not to mention, it's just that you have some strength, but it's more than enough to deal with you mice hiding in dark corners."

From Leng Wuyou's point of view, the people in the Holy Temple are just a group of mice hiding in dark corners.

Always making small moves in the dark, but not blatantly, what is it if it's not a mouse?
Now Leng Wuyou roughly understands that all the organizations that checked her before are all from the Holy Temple, but it has many branches, and she can see this from Erling.

Anything related to the Holy Temple is basically related to the evil spirit.

Now Leng Wuyou still doesn't know what they want to do.

Could it be that there will be another world war like a hundred thousand years ago?

What good does the broken rules of world war do them?Or is it good for the people behind the Holy Spirit store?

Leng Wuyou will be unable to figure out these things for a while, and she will throw aside the things that she can't figure out. When there are some things that should be known, she will know them naturally, and everything will go with the flow.

Mr. Ying was not angry when he was called a mouse, his eyes narrowed under the mask as if smiling.

"Little girl, there are two types of mice. One is weak and can only hide in dark corners to languish, and the other is hiding behind the scenes and treating everyone in the world as a chess game. Devouring mice.

"I think the last of the two fits us well."

Leng Wuyou's face was cold, but there seemed to be a bit of mockery in those dark eyes.

"Oh, they're all mice."

Master Ying narrowed his eyes and felt a little unhappy.

Mouse, why are they mice? Although he can accept that he is a mouse, but others say they are mice again and again, which makes him a little bit unacceptable.

You must know that what they do is for the good of this world. There are so many ugliness in this world. They just want this world to become a beautiful world without any ugliness forever.

Obviously they are so great, but so many people don't understand.

great?

If Leng Wuyou heard the words in his heart, he would probably use his shoes to breathe directly into his face, the greatness of shit, you were so moved by yourself at that time, why don't you take a look Who is ugly in this world.

Simply don't want Bi/Lian! !

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to tell you. No matter how much you say, you little girl won't understand anything. You all stay today, and no one wants to leave."

After Mr. Ying's words, a chain appeared in his hand, and the chain wound directly towards Leng Wuyou. The chain was like a swimming snake, exuding a chilly aura as if alive.

Leng Wuyou grabbed Jun Moyuan and disappeared from the spot in a flash. He raised his hand and pushed him towards the place where Nalan Yuan was. A light golden spiritual power emerged from his fingertips.

The spiritual power formed a thin golden thread in her palm.

The thin light golden thread shimmered in the air, and it was particularly inconspicuous against the black chain, like a small thread snake.

But Mr. Ying dare not underestimate this little snake.

He could feel a strong sense of oppression from it.

The little golden thread snake was swimming in the air, winding towards the chain in a menacing manner.

(End of this chapter)