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Three hundred and fortieth chapters sickle alliance(2/2)

"Yes!" Wan Ling'er looked confident.

"It's difficult to blow up because the city gate has ancient restrictions." Chen Mang shook his head.

"So what can the ban do? If we can't blow up the city gate, we will blow up the city wall." Wan Ling'er snorted coldly.

"Blow up the city wall!"

Chen Mang couldn't help but gasp, but he knew that those city walls were dozens of feet high, built against the mountains, and some of the huge rocks could weigh several tons.

"Don't worry, if one pill talisman cannot be blown up, then there will be ten. If ten can't be blown up, then there will be a hundred. Auntie, I have so many pill talismans that I don't believe it can't be blown up!" Wan Ling'er was filled with murderous intent and was full of energy.

"..."

Everyone looked at Wan Ling'er, who was full of murderous intent, and all of them felt chills running down their spines, especially Wan'er, who shrank her neck in fear, fearing that Wan Ling'er might do something to her.

"Well, Ling'er, do you have some exaggerated clothes?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"What exaggerated clothes?" Wan Linger frowned.

"come over."

"what?"

Wan Ling'er put his ear close to it, and Zhao Yuanfu's ear was staring at him in a low voice. Wan Ling'er nodded repeatedly when he heard it. His face varied from surprise to disbelief, and then to surprise.

"Okay, Chen Mang, Chen Dao, Ninth Aunt, Sixth Aunt, we are going to Crescent City now."

"No!" Sixth Aunt and Ninth Aunt said in unison.

"Ling'er will protect Wan'er and Qiqi, don't worry."

"no!"

"This plan must succeed. If it fails, none of us will be able to leave here." Zhao Yuan looked stern.

"You can go with Zhao Yuan."

Qiqi looked indifferent, but Wan'er was a little uneasy.

"Mr.... Qiqi..." Aunt Jiu had a look of anxiety on her face.

"With Linger's protection, we are not afraid of thousands of troops!" Qiqi said with a smile.

"Humph, you do have some sense." Wan Ling'er snorted coldly.

"Okay, it's getting late now. We have to rush to Crescent City while it's dark. Ling'er, don't forget what I told you."

Wan Ling'er nodded, and took out a large bag of anti-mortem powder from the space button and distributed it to everyone. Everyone smeared some anti-mortem powder behind their backs and carefully put the excess on their bodies. This is a life-saving treasure.

"Walk!"

Zhao Yuan walked towards Crescent City first, and the tide of zombie demons separated like a tide and retreated one after another.

As soon as Zhao Yuan and his party disappeared into the darkness, Wan Ling'er immediately packed the tent, carpet and other items into the Sumeru Ring and walked towards a forest in the distance.

"What are we doing?" Wan'er pulled Wan Ling'er's clothes tightly, for fear that Wan Ling'er would leave them alone.

"This place is too exposed. Someone from Crescent City will definitely come to check it out after dawn. Let's find a secluded place first. It's dark now and there are corpse demons covering our whereabouts. It won't be convenient at dawn."

Although Wan Ling'er was walking, he was actually hanging in the air with his spiritual energy, without his feet touching the ground, while Wan'er and Qiqi were walking on the muddy ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow, feeling miserable and complaining endlessly.

"Are you the princesses of the Great Qin Empire?" Wan Ling'er glanced at the two sisters who were supporting each other extremely hard, and felt secretly happy.

"Yes." Qiqi gritted her teeth.

"Hehe, princess, I'm so scared...if we return to the Great Qin Empire, will you kill my nine tribes?" Wan Ling'er chuckled.

"No." People under the eaves had to bow their heads, and Qiqi, who was a princess, could only swallow her anger.

"What about you?" Wan Ling'er looked at Wan'er with bright eyes.
Chapter completed!
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