Qiao Jin hung up Qiao Fei's phone and had already walked outside.

She didn't go to the street this time, the last time it happened suddenly, this time she was prepared, and she ran straight to the suburbs.

I got on the bus and sat directly to the farthest place from the imperial capital.

When the driver saw her alone, he kindly reminded her that the shuttle bus was at half past eleven, so she should pay attention to the time and be careful.

Qiao Jin nodded and walked away, his figure gradually disappearing into the dark shadows that could not be illuminated by the dim light.

In the middle of the night, there were few people in the suburbs, but there was an inexplicable dangerous atmosphere.

Her senses began to blur again, and she couldn't detect the direction of danger.

This time it seemed to be different, as she felt the scent of someone following her.

The Feng family is still not dead?

She lowered her eyes, no, it's not the Feng family.

Last time, the Spirit Mind Master died three, and the Feng family would definitely not do such a stupid thing again if they couldn't investigate the reason.

The asphalt roads in the suburbs are lined with low, weedy bushes, and there are few people here, and there are almost no cars or people living in the city.

There are not even many surveillance cameras on the roadside.

She walked slowly by herself, and suddenly she heard the sound of a thin rope, as if something was moving under her feet.

She looked down and saw a few vines peeking out of the bushes, quickly wrapping around her ankles, and then pulling hard—

Qiao Jin was pulled down.

She slammed to the ground, the low grass rubbing against her delicate skin, a tremendous force dragging her back.

Thin blood marks were suddenly scratched on his body, and the white T-shirt he was wearing was also scratched.

It was supposed to be a panicked scene, but I didn't hear an unusual muffled snort.

Qiao Jin was pulled into the dense forest inside, and was hung up by a few vines.

At this time, in addition to her face, there were more blood marks on her body, but her eyes were still so calm, and the calmness made people feel a little frightened.

Someone walked out from under the shade of the tree, looked at Qiao Jin with his head up, quite interesting: "You are not as powerful as you imagined." ”

This man is a foreign man with brown hair and black eyes, but he speaks authentic Chinese without even a hint of accent.

There were still a few vines in his hand that were spreading and growing, and the vines hanging Qiao Jin were in the distance, he looked at Qiao Jin, licked his lips, and his smile changed a little: "You have a lot of flavor than I imagined." ”

Qiao Jin didn't say anything, just looked at him, for a long time, but he was laughing in his heart.

She's really lucky.

Every time, someone rushed up to help her die.

He also sent the spirit seed backwards.

"Hey, Bruce, you don't think you're in a special position, are you?"

There was another person under the shade of the tree, this was a girl, she was a mixed-race child, fair-skinned and beautiful, with a high nose bridge, a special mixed-race fan, extremely beautiful.

Even if she wears heavy makeup, it doesn't detract from her charm, and adds more gorgeous colors, looking at Qiao Jin hanging from the tree, her eyes are treacherous: "Huaxia's spiritual master, a wizard who can predict, just let them worry, you see, but that's it." ”

The previous man looked at the mixed-race girl with a smile on his face: "Lucia, of course I have thoughts, don't you think she has a special taste?"

Also a woman, Lucia looked at Qiao Jin and pouted: "But so, Bruce, she's not pretty." ”

Bruce shook his head: "No, no, no, I think she's very good-looking." ”

(End of chapter)