Chapter 72: Fighting on a Moonlit Night to Kill a Fake Doctor

You dog, I'm here, master, you still want to do it? ”

With a loud yell, I drew a bright dagger and ran towards the imposter doctor.

But after walking more than a dozen steps in the Five Elements Array, my feet couldn't move, and when I looked at my feet, it turned out to be a stumbling rope, and the more I moved, the tighter it became.

"You trap again!"

I think the fake doctor spat and quickly managed to get out.

"Hahaha, aren't you so powerful in my hands? How's it going? ”

The impostor doctor smirked sinisterly.

"I'm going to let you watch me perform today, and let you feel powerless."

As he spoke, the man walked up to me with a glass coffin, kicked me into the glass coffin, and covered it.

"Brute!"

I scolded as I looked at the man's back and frantically slammed my fist on the coffin, but it was useless.

The man ignored me, walked straight to the side of a few people, and after carrying Zhao Xiaoqian, he walked to the long table on the side. After throwing Zhao Xiaoqian on it, she conveniently tied her hands and feet, Zhao Xiaoqian felt that the danger was approaching, so she only cared about struggling, but where she could struggle, her strength was gone after a while, and she finally calmed down.

"You move! Keep moving! You're trapped by me, who else is going to save you! ”

The fake doctor smiled coldly again, and then raised the knife and moved towards Zhao Xiaoqian, looking at the situation, I am afraid that he does not even plan to play anesthesia.

In the glass coffin, although I can't move, I can still see the situation outside. In a hurry, I immediately remembered the seventh master, and immediately bit my finger and sacrificed the black python icon with blood, wanting to ask the seventh master to solve this dilemma.

But after waiting for a few seconds, I didn't have the same feeling as before, that is to say, the seventh master was not able to get up.

"Is there not enough blood?"

I thought to myself.

Then I bit the cracked finger a few more times, and the blood flowed out, and I didn't waste it, and smeared all the blood on the black python icon.

But after a while, the seventh master still didn't get up, which means that there is a problem. I quickly made a psychic spell, and after no response, I was sure that the spell would be restricted in this glass coffin. No wonder the fake doctor is so arrogant and fearless.

When I think about it, I can't help but feel a little hopeless.

"Ahh

A burst of harshness