The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1506 Yuan Jing's True Strength

That delicate hand was icy cold, with the gloomy temperature of the snake family.

"My patience is limited."

Yuan Jing tightened her right palm gracefully and indifferently.

The powerful force strangled the fake Yantao's neck, blocking his breathing channel.

Unable to breathe, the fake Yantao's handsome face suddenly flushed red.

Those eyes were full of horror.

Just a moment, a face to face,
He couldn't even beat Yuan Jing's move.

Yan Tao sat on the chair.

Seeing this scene, the pupils suddenly shrank, and the right hand tightened unconsciously.

So strong.

Even if it was her, she wouldn't dare to guarantee that she could suppress the fake Yantao within one move.

Yuan Jing's true strength is simply too strong.

Yuan Jing didn't seem to notice the increasingly flushed face of the fake Yantao.

His right hand was still tightening slowly.

Tighter and tighter.

Until the strength of the fake Yantao's struggle gradually diminished and disappeared, and traces of blue-purple appeared on his flushed face.

Even the whites of his eyes rolled out.

Yuan Jing waved her hand indifferently, and directly threw the fake Yantao in her hand as trash.

"boom!"

The back of the fake Yantao hit the wall, and a human-shaped depression was carved out of the wall.

The fresh air was sucked into the lungs again, and the fake Yantao was breathing rapidly, his whole body was in a mess.

Yuan Jing took a step back slightly.

He squinted over, and his eyes fell on the fake Yan Tao who was covered in blood and limp on the ground.

Sen Han's eyes were full of indifference and aloofness: "You'd better not have another time."

"I don't like people speaking to me in that tone."

Yuan Jing's voice was indifferent and without any emotion.

He glanced at the fake Yantao just now, as if he was looking at an ant.

There was not even the slightest fluctuation in the fundus of the eyes.

After a while, Yuan Jing withdrew her gaze, looked at Yan Tao who was sitting on the chair again with a smile, and smiled brightly again: "Of course, except for my marshal."

Yan Tao lowered his eyes, and the intensely flickering light met Uehara Jing's eyes that were bent with a smile.

She said suddenly: "I'm hungry."

There was a silence in the air.

The fake Yantao who had just stood up while leaning on the wall seemed to be extremely surprised when he heard this, he staggered and fell to the ground again.

What time is it!

The marshal hasn't forgotten to eat yet? !
There was no surprise in Yuan Jing's eyes, and she replied calmly after hearing this: "What do you want to eat?"

"Ask Lao Jiang to do it for me."

As Young Master Yan said, he stretched a lot, and put his hands and fingers on his lap.

The magic knife Jiang.

Yan Tao's master.

The empire's first chef.

A strange look flashed across Yuan Jing's eyes, and she nodded in response directly.

"I asked him to come and do it for you."

The magic knife Jiang is just a cook.

It's just cooking a meal, he still has that bearing.

Yuan Jing stood up straight, and casually patted off the dust on her military uniform.

Before stepping away, he glanced at Yan Tao lightly, with deep eyes: "Master Marshal, you'd better think about my words again."

"I still hope that you can answer my question."

If you can't answer...

At that time, one shot and two parts, the ending may not be what everyone wants to see.

Yuan Jing took a step forward and just walked to the door of the main control room.

Just as his right foot hit the ground, suddenly, there were sounds of piercing through the air from all directions.

The invisible sharp sword, wrapped in a bitter murderous intent, went straight to his back!

(End of this chapter)