I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 42 Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, dizziness is normal before being spanked
When Yan Jiu was playing the mantra of rebirth on his mobile phone.

Ma Weiwei's uncle was dragging his wounds, and while chanting scriptures and praying for the old woman, he shouted to Yan Jiu: "Senior, listen to me, the Taiyi faction is really willing to regard you as the leader, and I will guarantee you with the head of the item. Come and send us!"

See the passionate uncle.

Ma Weiwei really wanted to find a gap to slip in.

Jiang Azi crouched beside Ma Weiwei and shook his head, firmly said: "Ajiu will not let a good curator quit and become a thankless curator."

Ma Weiwei immediately nodded.

She said that she got to Jiang Azi's point.

Ma Weiwei felt that she had to go back and communicate with the bureau chief, it was too inferior for Yan Jiu to be a team member.

She squared off.

Ma Weiwei said to refute himself: "I will abdicate to Senior Yan, no, a team leader is not worthy of Senior!"

Jiang Azi: "..." Are you okay?
Her original intention was to let Ma Weiwei persuade the old man with white beard not to do any more useless work.

Unexpectedly, Ma Weiwei is too subjective, not only misinterpreting her meaning, but also expanding her thinking!

Yan Jiu didn't know what was going on with the people around her. She came to the half-dead masked man.

The two masked figures wanted to distance themselves from Yan Jiu.

But still trapped in the confinement of cards.

Can't move at all.

Yan Jiu could clearly see the disguise under the trembling bodies of the two masked men.

The smile on the corner of her mouth became a little cold.

Yan Jiu raised his foot: "Did you think of today when you did evil?"

Violently kicked one of the masked people away.

Like a dead fish, the masked man left traces of throwing arcs in the air, and finally, his body hit the tree trunk before stopping.

This scene stunned Nagara.

Don't the human race claim to be highly respected, they often hold themselves upright, and they will treat prisoners preferentially! ?

Why is this person so different! ?
at that time.

Yan Jiu looked quietly at the other masked figure.

The masked man was uneasy.

next second.

Yan Jiu punched him with the force of a headshot.

However, the masked man who was too resistant to beating didn't die, he just fell to the ground and rolled.

The masked man touched the wet and sticky soil with one hand.

But what broke into the nostrils was not only the fishy smell of soil, but also the faint smell of rust.

soon.

A sharp tingling sensation came from all over the body.

The sea of ​​flames subsided.

Moonlight emerged from the dark clouds and thick smoke, and the masked man saw the cards that scratched his skin through the moonlight.

Countless cards are lined up one by one, standing above the soil like iron sheets with blades facing upwards.

He just rolled a circle from the deck of cards.

There were minor wounds.

Although the power is small, it is enough to deter.

Nagara has gone from shock to silence.

Yan Jiu is the Asura clan! ?

Otherwise, how could they torture people more than them!

see.

Ma Weiwei and the others looked adoring.

They have long wanted to torture the wicked like this.

However, one has no strength, and the other has no inspiration.

Jiang Azi squatted aside with his chin resting.

She inexplicably thought of a popular saying—look, what kind of torture has been invented by my Minister of Punishment~
Yan Jiu used his fists to get along with the masked man in a friendly way: "Tell me, what is the use of the borrowed luck formation?"

One of the masked people was so swollen from Yan Jiu's beating that it was inseparable from the mask, and he couldn't speak at all.

Yan Jiu then turned his gaze to another masked figure.

The masked man yelled: "I say I say! Master Luo Hu wants luck to find the Nine..."

The voice did not fall.

The mask figure resembles a ball of corn wrapped in ketchup.

After being baked at high temperature, the red color exploded like popcorn, and spread out to the surroundings.

Blood and flesh mixed with brain/pulp fell into the mud.

The step of cremation is directly saved.

One step into the soil.

As for An An?
I'm afraid only the dead know.

Except for Yan Jiu and Na Jialuo.

The others were stunned, and they all threatened that such a non-disclosure agreement could not be leaked.

Yan Jiu looked at the other masked man who was trembling non-stop: "He is so pitiful, you should go down and accompany him."

The masked man shook his head wildly.

He opened his mouth to Yan Jiu, but unfortunately his mouth was as swollen as his face from Yan Jiu's beating, and he couldn't speak at all.

Yan Jiu: "Your structure is simpler than that of grass-covered insects? You think you can still speak under the baptism of my fists. Forget it, I can't ask you anything if you think about it. I will kindly give you a ride."

"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath, it's normal to feel dizzy before being beaten to death, don't worry, I have experience."

"Hey, why are your hands slipping? I guess it's been a long time since I haven't practiced my hands. Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."

Everyone: "..." Hey, my old man, is it true that your scary quotes have no creative bottleneck?

finally.

The masked man didn't hang under Yan Jiu's fist.

Instead, he was so scared that he burped on the spot.

Yan Jiu joked and stood up straight: "This young man's sleep quality is good, and he fell asleep right away."

Everyone: "..." Baby (yin) sleep?

Yan Jiu wiped her hands gracefully.

Go to Nagara.

The trapped Nagara felt his back tremble for a while.

Najialuo quickly calmed down, and she sneered: "The winner is the king and the loser, if you want to kill or cut, you will do as you please!"

Yan Jiu patted Najia Luo's masked face: "Little fool, how could I be willing to kill you just like that."

The intimate words fell into Nagara's ears.

Not the sound of nature.

But the devil speaks.

Yan Jiu rubbed his chin and looked at Na Jialuo's face: "It's strange, why do you all wear masks?"

A circle of the iron-red mask is engraved with a cross.

The mask only shows the eyes and chin.

Yan Jiu was curious: "Don't you guys need to eat?"

Others: "..." No, how can your focus be so strange! ?

Nagara snorted coldly: "Only the king can look directly at the appearance of my family. You and other inferior races are not worthy."

Yan Jiu blinked: "If you insist on saying that, then I'll be interested."

Nagara choked.

When Yan Jiu was researching how to open the mask.

Na Jialuo didn't panic at all, she looked up at Yan Jiu: "It's useless, there are my clan's secrets inside and outside the mask, and no one except our clan will know how to crack it..."

Just hear a "click".

The mask that seemed to grow on the face of the Asura clan was pushed away by Yan Jiu's spell.

Nagara pupil earthquake.

When she lost her mind, Yan Jiu played with the mask she had worn for hundreds of years.

Nagara's charming and coquettish face was reflected in Yan Jiu's pupils.

Yan Jiu also saw the black mandala in the center of the other's forehead, which was as eye-catching as the flower tints drawn by ancient women.

Without waiting for Yan Jiu to speak.

Nagaro hurriedly covered his face with his sleeve.

Eliminate the possibility of being seen by others.

Na Jialuo's eyes suddenly became sharp, wishing to tear Yan Jiu to pieces with his eyes on the spot.

Nagara felt tight in his chest.

What did she just do?
She was laughing at Yan Jiu for not being able to open the mask!

Why did she provoke Yan Jiu's competitive spirit?

this moment.

Na Jialuo wanted to drag Yan Jiu to die together.

Just before she implemented the self-destruct link.

A scroll vacated and appeared above Nagara.

next second.

Nagara disappeared out of thin air.

The change is only in an instant.

It was almost too late for Yan Jiu to make up the knife.

Jiang Azi floated to Yan Jiu's side: "You let her run away, hmph, it's her fate."

Yan Jiu didn't speak.

She holds the mask.

Reminiscing about the scroll just now.

Ma straightened up slightly weakly, and looked towards the direction where Nagaro disappeared: "If I read correctly, it is a long-lost teleportation scroll. I will report everything about tonight. Thank you, Senior Yan, for your rescue."

Jiang Azi widened his eyes.

Looking at Ma Weiwei expectantly.

Ma Weiwei smiled at Jiang Azi: "Thank you too..."

Jiang Azi said proudly, "My name is Azi."

Ma Weiwei clasped his fists together: "On behalf of the Taiyi faction and the action group, thank you Senior Yan and Miss Azi."

Jiang Azi waved his hand.

Yan Jiu put away the mask, and said solemnly: "You're welcome, you should thank you."

Everyone: "..." Or it has to be you!
(End of this chapter)