Evil King's Supreme Poisonous Queen

"Sun Zheng's poetry!"

Murong Sheng saw this scene, his face changed greatly and roared!

Seeing sun Zheng's poem stabbed by the wooden stick in the ghost leader's hand, his trembling leg and eyes were directly dyed angry blood red.

He raised his eyes and stared at the ghost leader.

The veins on his forehead were raised, his hands were tightly pinched, and his joints squeaked. The pinched raised phalanges were all white.

"Let her go."

Murong Sheng's voice, deep terror.

"Come here and I'll let go."

The ghost leader didn't say so much nonsense, which directly explained. If Murong Sheng doesn't come, it's absolutely impossible for him to let him go.

Lying on the ground in pain, does the body twitch. At this time, I was able to lift my back slightly and forcibly turn my head in one direction. His face rubbed so hard and looked in the direction of Murong Sheng.

Originally with some ruddy face, now there is only a pale.

The sweat left on his forehead flowed into his eyes and almost lost his eyes.

Eyelashes trembled slightly and blinked at Murong Sheng.

Even if he didn't say a word, Murong Sheng could understand it at the moment. Sun Zhengshi is asking her not to go there in her own way!

GUI GuZi looked at Sun Zheng's poem and didn't feel anything. He snorted coldly: "it's all like this. It's not honest."

He stepped on the back of sun Zheng's poetry and rolled it hard on the back of sun Zheng's poetry.

Sun Zheng shidun's body stopped straightly, and a stream of scarlet came out of his mouth strangled by the rope.

"Sun Zheng's poetry!"

Murong Sheng roared hard!

But Sun Zheng's eyes have gradually lost focus. He lies on the ground and closes his eyes

"Damn you! You die!"

Murong Sheng's mood was instantly aroused!

The murderous spirit broke out quickly and wrapped around his body. It seemed as if it was the essence, which made the people here fear.

Murong Sheng's palm turned over, and the silver needle that should have fallen in the palm of his hand actually floated on the palm of his hand.

This action naturally attracted a lot of attention from the people present.

"You give me... Die!"

Murong Sheng was angry in his heart, and his face was also mixed with anger that was difficult to eliminate.

With a wave of hand, the silver needle that just stayed on the palm suddenly flew in the direction of the ghost leader!

But this time, seeing this scene, even the ghost leader himself didn't dare to be too careless.

He looked at the numerous silver needles without any gap in front of him, and quickly flew towards him with strong wind.

The ghost leader quickly pulled out the stick inserted in sun Zheng's leg. At this moment, sun Zheng's face turned white again.

The body twitched. This time, even a slight sob did not come out

Murong Sheng, who has been paying attention to the situation of sun Zheng's poetry, saw this picture and jumped directly at Sun Zheng's poetry.

No matter whether you will be caught by these people in the Jianghu, or whether you just throw yourself into the net and send yourself to the door.

Now, she just wants to make sure whether sun Zheng's poetry is safe