Chapter 949 (1/2)

Fortunately, Nangong Beichen boy appeared in time.

Hundred Li Zixi had no way to ask for help. He set his eyes on Jimo ya, who had been nearby just now.

”Childe's career, help me, childe's career, I really love you. I want to marry you. I have to use this method to deal with you. Our Lingbao is the best match. Lingbao mainland, my Luan Lingbao is the most suitable for you...”

Jimo Ya was indifferent and leisurely, and only gave her a few words, ”if you do more injustice, you will die.”

Baili Jiabao said, ”yes, childe Ya is right. You deserve to die. If you want to die happily, you'd better tell the truth. How many bad things have you done and what happened to your magic eye master? Where are you hiding...”

Baili Zixi didn't give up and said angrily, ”childe ya, I'm just a victim of evil Qi. Even if I'm not from Baili family, I'm also a Luan Lingbao, which is most suitable for you... Would you rather have a cheap woman who has been raped by demon people than me?”

The voice of the latter half sentence was directly sealed by Jimo ya, and outsiders couldn't hear it.

Baili Zixi found that her voice became hoarse, and she was a little frightened. What frightened her more was that jimoya was murderous to her

She was almost out of her wits!

Screamed and fainted.

When bailizixi fainted, the words ”Jinling” in her body soared out, because the magic Qi had been eliminated by Jinling and I was poor.

Jinling played another game before he got into the altar.

Then, a lot of pure aura of gold came out gradually.

Turn the air within a few miles of the square into gold

Everyone cheered and was waiting for this moment. The opportunity could not be missed. It never came again. It was a rare opportunity in the last decade. It was very useful, especially for low-level monks, so everyone began to meditate and practice.

Looking around, on and off the stage, except for Wang Lingshi and semi saints, no one paid attention to the gossip of saints and demons, and they were immersed in their own cultivation.

Jimoya looked at the comatose hundred miles purple, and a strong killing opportunity surged through the fundus of his eyes.