Mr. Yan:...

A person has died once, but he doesn't want to die a second time.

So, the man in white robe spoke hoarsely: "It's the 98th blue eye in the divine weapon list, any..."

"Ahem..."

He coughed twice and continued to try to speak: "Anything is not..."

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Mr. Yan suddenly started coughing wildly, "It's so itchy, so itchy... cough cough cough..."

He coughed desperately.

Suddenly, he stretched out his palm and covered his mouth and coughed desperately.

Then a hot piece of stuff fell into the palm of your hand.

He seemed to feel more comfortable now.

Looking down, there was a broken lung leaf, covered with viscous blood...

Xia Ji's body was like the wind, and he hid into the darkness in an instant, and then reached the top of the tree in an instant, and he felt the storm of more than a thousand meters of wind and grass fell into his control.

but...

He is sure that there is absolutely no one.

After bowing his head, Mr. Yan had already died in fear.

"Remote killing? How did it do it?"

Xia Ji narrowed his eyes, "The magic weapon score more than a hundred years ago? The 98th Blue Eye?"

He suddenly remembered the Tianque Academy, the shadow that would land on the ground at noon, one of which was a pupil-like black shadow.

He waited quietly for two more incense sticks.

There was no movement in the forest, only four flesh and blood. Mr. Yan was lying on the ground, and a sedan chair.

Xia Ji flipped over Mr. Yan slightly, empty and nothing.

But there was a jade pendant hanging around his waist, and there was a ray of smoke in the pendant.

"This jade pendant... seems to have seen it somewhere.

Hmm...

By the way, there were Zhenren Wang from Qingfeng Mountain before, but I thought it was just a decoration at the time.

It doesn't seem that simple now.
Chapter completed!