Yuan Mao naturally had no bad intentions.

only...

ah!!!

Zhang Zheng covered his sword-holding arm and subconsciously let out a painful wail. Then, he seemed to realize something. With a little fear, he forced his hand away and looked at his arm that was already covered with ice.

pain!

Severe pain!

Pain that cannot be described in words!

It was like cutting his arms inch by inch and sprinkling salt water, so painful that people couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe it!

but...

Logically speaking, the frostbitten arm should temporarily lose consciousness, and it will not cause such a clear pain on the basis of the ice ridges!

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Zheng seemed to understand something, and he immediately started to practice the exercises. His face changed drastically and he roared at Li Quzhuo not far away:

"Give me a sword!"

The solid murderous aura before is nothing!

Under his careful perception, these ice edges all revealed their essence: from the pure murderous aura and the negative power of the magic power, they were transformed into ice edges from the moment they were exposed to the moisture in the air!

It sounds nothing on the surface.

The problem is that this thing is extremely corrosive!

At this critical moment, once the murderous aura and murderous intent in his heart are triggered, he will definitely fall into a state of losing his mind and become a puppet controlled by the murderous aura.

As for these murderous masters, Zhang Zheng felt that the other party would never mind treating him as the best shield and then killing all the remaining mask members!

therefore...

Even though he was reluctant to leave, Zhang Zheng chose to cut off his arm resolutely under the painful gaze of all the masked members.

"I have to say..."

"Some of you really deserve a look at me with admiration."

"but..."

"If I only have this little ability, to be honest, it would have disappointed me a little!"

"One, one by one, shouting loudly and saying that I want to see the truth of the matter clearly. In fact, I lost two backbone forces in my simple four raids..."

"Here, I can only say..."

"What qualifications do you have to ask the Lord for the vassal who can't even beat me?"

Yuan Mao’s cold and arrogant words were like a gust of cold wind that blew out the passionate blood of all masked members. The cruel facts were placed in front of all masked members. Even if they refused to watch, they had to watch it!

And above the clouds...

Looking at the tragic situation below, Huan Duoqing Tian held his pipe and sighed. After a turn of the conversation, he asked the boy beside him:

"Aren't you worried about playing with it?"

"Of course not worried."

The boy sat expressionlessly on a white cloud, adding meaningfully:

"No one will be unable to get along with a demon king."

"And someone who wants to be unable to get along with a demon king..."

"Save a life is a preferential treatment."
Chapter completed!