Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 142 19th Floor of Black Prison [3]

Look, some prey you just have to scare.

If you don't give him some color, he will never know what surrender is.

Jun Changting is certainly tolerant and thoughtful enough, but he is an ambitious man who is greedy for power. In fact, such a man is most afraid of death.

Jun Changting, who continued to fall, suddenly stopped falling, as if an invisible big hand was grabbing his skirt and slowly pulling him up!

His body was slowly rising, and when he was about to reach the top of the cliff, his body was yanked violently, and then he fell to the top of the cliff with a slam. After rolling twice on the rocky ground, Jun Changting opened his mouth Panting heavily, on his handsome face, there were several wounds pierced by stones, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

Jun Changting always thought that he was not afraid of death, but he didn't realize how timid he was until death really came.

He was afraid of death. He thought that he had endured humiliation for so many years before he could turn around. He couldn't die so easily, so he compromised.

Just now, while bringing the fear of death to Jun Changting, it also shocked Mo Fenghua's ability.

Does she... really know magic?

Can actually manipulate his body out of thin air?

The sound of footsteps stopped beside his ears, and Jun Zhangting saw Mo Fenghua in red standing beside him, he looked up at her, at this moment he suddenly felt, why... is more touching from the bottom of his heart than seeing the emperor Fear and surrender.

Jun Zhangting didn't dare to talk nonsense to Mo Fenghua anymore, he asked in a hoarse voice: "When are you going to go!"

"tomorrow……"

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After descending the back mountain, when Mo Fenghua came out of the Great Buddha Temple, some unexpected situations occurred.

When she was about to get into the carriage, suddenly a crazy old man stopped her.

When this old man entered the Great Buddha Temple, Mo Fenghua actually noticed that he was far away at that time, and his clothes were fairly neat. He didn't look like a beggar, like a passerby sitting on the side of the road, no one would pay attention .

As soon as he approached, Mo Fenghua felt a strange energy emanating from him.

The old man said directly: "Miss, have you woken up in the middle of the night recently and can always feel a strong air current rushing around in the dantian?"

Mo Fenghua squinted his eyes, and looked him up and down. He looked five or sixty years old in a gray cloth shirt, fat and kind-faced, the kind that no matter whether he was happy or not, you would feel that when you looked at him He has a smile on his face, his beard is gray, but he is in good spirits, and he walks briskly, much healthier than the average old man, and most importantly, his eyes are very bright.

There is an ordinary wine gourd hanging around his waist, but... Mo Fenghua always feels that this gourd is unusual.

The old man was right, she was tortured by that force on the way here, in fact, there were several times before, but it was not particularly obvious, only the time in the carriage today was particularly severe.

That power always appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly. When it appeared, it made her feel uncontrollable, and she couldn't control it!

Mo Fenghua didn't pay much attention to it, she thought it should be because of practicing "Huai Chun Shu" and eating the red fruit that formed a temporary infuriating qi in her body that was difficult to clear, and it will get better after a long time.

(End of this chapter)