The first lazy concubine in the world: tyrant He Qijia

Chapter 130 Entering the Painting: Struggling [25]

"...The energy of this stone should restrain each other, right? What's the use of doing this?"

Qin Zhuiyi asked suspiciously, but Ye Qiuyue couldn't answer this question.

She held a spear in her hand, and chanted a spell in her mouth, and a pale golden light appeared to envelop her body, and then she jumped down with a spear in her hand.

The golden light is her protective cover, and the dark purple fireball can't hurt her at all...

She rushed into the crowd, picking a hundred.

Qin Zhuiyi hugged the shrunken little chick cross-legged to watch the play, while the white fox drove the white cloud to avoid the fireballs that were flying towards them, and at the same time had to find time to kill those little ones who jumped up and attacked them.

Under such circumstances, Qin Zhuiyi concentrated on watching the fighting scenes.

She looked at it and felt a little uncomfortable because she had nothing to eat.

So she decided to join the fight.

Ye Qiuyue on the ground picked up a hundred, swinging a gun and kicking her legs, her movements were chic, and her eyes were domineering.

Although the fight was a bit strenuous, it should still be able to handle it.

So Qin Zhuiyi's attention was diverted from Ye Qiuyue, she saw the man holding the Moon-Hiding Sword standing in a remote corner, with a sneaky expression, as if he was planning to run away.

Qin Zhuiyi grabbed the little chick by the wings, whispered a few words in its ear, and rolled down the white fox's little cloud with it in his arms.

Coming down from the cloud, Qin Zhuiyi landed right behind the man with the sword.

Naturally, she didn't rush out recklessly, but stood quietly holding the little chick.

The man with the sword saw the opportunity and was about to turn around and run away, but when he turned around, he saw Qin Zhuiyi standing with a little yellow chicken in his arms.

He smiled coldly, took two steps forward, and took the initiative to shorten the distance between him and Qin Zhuiyi.

When he got closer, Qin Zhuiyi realized that the man's smile was really cold, and when he smiled, there were ice shards falling from his eyes.

Those tall and cold men are so weak, such cold men are really cold!
She hooked the corners of her lips and put out what she thought was the sweetest smile, "Hey, big brother, aren't you cold?"

"Oh, don't pretend, I know who you are."

"Oh, then things will be easier to handle. You know what I want, right?" Qin Zhuiyi was already smiling slightly, but his eyes were full of determination.

"Since you want it, then take it on your own!"

The man's smile became ferocious, his tone was arrogant and constricting, but his eyes were full of pain.

Qin Zhuiyi was very puzzled, and when she was about to take a closer look, the man waved his hand, and dozens of transparent skates flew towards her.

She dodged sensitively, but she forgot that this place is not the 21st century.

Flying knives in the 21st century dodge and dodge. The knives and swords here are not real. They dodge the visible part and the invisible part.

Her arm was injured by the cold air of the ice blade, and the flesh and blood were cut open, but no blood flowed, because the arm had been frozen by a piece of ice.

She didn't pay too much attention to her wound, her eyes fixed on the moon in the man's hand.

At that moment, she felt the breath of the moon.

The current situation should be like what she experienced before, there are two different forces entangled in the body of the moon, colliding with each other...

Although the moon is just a sword, it is the most spiritual sword, a loyal sword that will sacrifice itself to protect the Lord.

Qin Zhuiyi already regarded it as his comrade-in-arms, so how could he watch it suffer with cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)