Because he took Xu Jinfang in the car today, Wang Zixuan chose to avoid the edge for the time being, if it was him, I am afraid that he would take advantage of the other party's chaos before to clear those "weird".

That's right, in Wang Zixuan's eyes, those dark wizards who have bloody hands and have taken evil as a career all their lives are monsters, and killing them will get good luck and merit, just like the experience in the game.

Since the car was carrying Xu Jinfang, Wang Zixuan didn't dare to take a risk today, in case he just rushed out and Xu Jinfang was alone in the car, it would be troublesome if something happened.

After suffering many impacts in a row, Rao is Malixiu's modified car is sturdy, and it has become a little unbearable at the moment, the left compartment is broken, the gullwing door seems to be about to fall, and the seat belt is not easy to use, and it makes a creaking sound when it is opened, and it seems that there is a possibility of a strike at any time.

"Ah Fang, sit here!" Wang Zixuan shouted.

Xu Jinfang's face was slightly red, and he hurriedly sat back on Wang Zixuan, hugged his neck, leaned his shoulders, and tried to keep his eyes on him.

Infinite scenery in the snowy peaks!

Wang Zixuan couldn't help but enjoy the scenery, Xu Jinfang's face was blushing: "Look ahead!"

But he still drove the car almost up, and after the hill began to descend the mountain, even if the mountain road was so steep, he almost went all the way to the throttle.

Wang Zixuan's various thrilling drifting movements rushed towards the bottom of the mountain at high speed, and suddenly hit the protective fence on the mountain road with a foot of brake, the tires rubbed against the ground, and a third of the front of the car came out of the cliff.

Xu Jinfang tried her best to restrain herself from screaming, thinking that Wang Zixuan had been in a car accident.

But I saw him in reverse gear, skillfully following the friction of the tire tracks, turning his head and driving backwards, until he drove backwards along the rut for several kilometers until he retreated into a dense jungle.

Xu Jinfang suddenly realized in his heart that Wang Zixuan was so smart that he deliberately created a car accident scene, came back along the same road, and led away the pursuers.

"Life is short, you have to have fun in time, are you tired? I prefer men to be on top!" Wang Zixuan's mouth raised slightly, put the seat with his left hand, and the two fell on the seat, turning over and pressing Xu Jinfang underneath.

"Don't ...... Hmm......"

The white sports car swayed through the jungle.

On the highway, cars and motorcycles roared past.

The night is blurry.

At the table on the terrace on the third floor of Chapultepec Castle, Maricius raised his head slightly, holding a glass of red wine, looking at Paseo de la Reforma and admiring the lights of Mexico City.

On the terrace, dozens of cloaked wizards and witches stood with their hands down.

Classical music was playing on the radio.

A graceful red-haired maid came over and offered him a drink.

"Your Highness, they had a car accident on the hillside!" a wizard suddenly opened his eyes and bowed forward.

"Rubbish!" Marixiu's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and the wine glass in his hand flipped down, and the red wine spilled on him.

A group of wizards fell to the ground.

The redhead maid peeked at Marixiu and trembled as she reached out to wipe him down.

"You're looking at me?!"

Marisius grabbed the maid by the hair, but the latter did not dare to scream.

The two fingers of his right hand slammed into the maid's eye socket, and the fingers stirred, and blood dripped down the red carpet.

The maid's face turned pale, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down her forehead, and the pain of suffocation made her body tremble slightly, but she did not dare to snort miserably, because she knew that it would only lead to a more cruel punishment.

Marisius gradually controlled his emotions, his scarlet eyes gradually turned red, he raised his right hand, and a gray-haired wizard hurriedly stepped forward and wiped the blood stains on his two fingers with a white silk scarf.

"Go and see, the Holy Maiden is still alive, they can't go far!" said Marixiu with his head tilted his head and said indifferently.

"Yes, Your Highness!" the wizards bowed.

"The box that guy left behind has been checked?" asked Marisiu.

"Your Highness, this is a silver-plated lead box on the outside, a necklace inside, and no traces of runes of Eastern witchcraft have been found. The wizard opened the lid and bowed down to present the silver box.

"The lead box, can't you afford the silver? is this his surprise?"

The radio broadcasting classical music suddenly rattled as if it had been interfered with by some electromagnetic waves.

Mexico airport at night.

Twenty black priestesses dressed in red stood under the plane, looking at Lin Genbao and Du Kun who were standing at the door of the plane with expressionless faces.

Lin Genbao looked down below expressionlessly, he was in the Qi Cultivation Realm, and he couldn't feel the pressure brought by the other party, and Du Kun, who bore the brunt of the problem, was sweating on his forehead, trembling like chaff.

Two of them are masters whose strength is equivalent to the Qi Concentration Realm, Du Kun couldn't help wailing in his heart, Senior Brother, where are you, come back quickly!

Du Kun didn't know that what these red-clothed priests were really afraid of was Lin Genbao behind him, because he was wearing the Qin Emperor Jade Hammer on his hand, which made them unable to see through the depth of Lin Genbao, and the spiritual witchcraft they released disappeared as soon as they got close to Lin Genbao, so the two sides were deadlocked for so long.

Two Mexican police officers at the airport noticed something unusual, walked over with their right hands on the handle of their guns, and asked, "Hey, who are you?"

Du Kun was overjoyed in his heart, and just wanted to shout for help.

A bald-headed red-clothed priestess turned her head, rolled her eyes, and suddenly became as black as ink, and her mouth was full of words.

The expression on the face of the policeman at the head stiffened slightly, and suddenly his face was full of smiles, and after saluting, he said, "Sir, please please, we will leave immediately!"

After saying that, the policeman who led him left with another inexplicable young policeman.

"Sheriff, they ......," another airport patrol officer couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Don't talk nonsense, inform the doorman, there is a special department commander on a secret mission, and if anyone enters or leaves the airport, they will be released immediately!"

The red-clothed priests raised their heads again, Du Kun's face was as earthy as color, and he couldn't help but wail again in his heart.

Suddenly, the red-clothed priestess at the head turned her head to look into the distance, and she sensed the soul positioning emanating from the "Necklace of Dead Fruits".

Then she exchanged words with the other red-clothed priests of the Cult of God, glanced at Du Kun and the others on the plane, turned to leave, and soon disappeared into the night silently, as if in a dream.

Du Kun was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and sat down at the door of the cabin without any image, grinning and wailing:

"Senior brother, come back quickly, Ah Kun misses you so much, this world is so scary!"

In the middle of the dark jungle.

"Ahh

Got a cold?

There is no reason!Wang Zixuan muttered in his heart.

Xu Jinfang draped his clothes behind him, and Wang Zixuan's heart softened and smiled slightly.

A gust of wind blew, and the moonlight on the ground seemed to be swaying with the jungle, Wang Zixuan suddenly frowned, and followed the sound from far to near, looking out the window.