Chapter 160: The Fox Cub Is Struggling to Survive Today (61) What Do You Want to Explain?

"Hey, Master, I'm still distressed, when will we be able to get her back?"

"It's coming, there's still two months at most. The broken glass has been planted, and when the breath will permeate Zhou Xing, separate the five elements, and peel off the Qianzhou vein eyes on his body, she will be able to come back. Don't worry. ”

"Hehehe, Zhou Xing is a big critic, I haven't found it yet, when he dies, I have to laugh at him! After the auction is over, we will get the Xunzhou pulse eye, and we will go back to Beihai ......"

Zhou Xing couldn't care less about the stinky fox scolding him again, it seemed that the blood in his whole body rushed to the top of his head, and soon fell back again, only bursts of roar echoed back and forth in his ears.

His mind was agitated, he couldn't continue the spell, so half an hour was almost up, he directly took his divine sense back, staggered a step, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Glass shattering!

Separate the Five Elements!

Qianzhou pulse eye!

No wonder, no wonder, he said why Shang Qing sent spies to stare at him, it turned out that he wanted the Qianzhou vein eye on him-

This is the secret he really relied on, how did Shang Qing know...... He's still delusional about the idea of beating the pulse!

Dream!

Zhou Xing wiped the blood from his lips, and hurried into Mo Lige's room to rummage back and forth, the glass was broken...... He seems to have vaguely seen—

That's right, it's the Qiankun bag around her waist, which is inlaid with broken glass!

Soon, Zhou Xing found what he wanted, and he didn't need to explore, the Qiankun bag was full of Mo Lige's breath, and the smile on the corner of his lips was even more hideous.

At first, he thought that Mo Lige was just using it as a decoration, and he never thought much about it, but this woman actually wanted to rely on it to separate the five elements and strip her veins and eyes—so vicious, so despicable!

Mo Lige was still unconscious, Zhou Xing took a deep breath and stroked the wound on her cheek.

Shang Qing said that she was wearing human skin, and the news he had found out before vaguely mentioned that the holy woman of the demon clan who took pleasure in killing people and was good at skinning people was called this name.

If what Shang Qing said was true, then Rong Jiaojiao must have killed Mo Lige and coaxed herself in her skin...... For a moment, Zhou Xing's fingers hooked a little bit of leather.

He put down his hand and stood up, expressionless.

Dead Man's Skin......

He has been making out with the dead man's skin!

This woman, damn it, damn it, damn it!

Now that I know the truth, I will never let this damn woman go again.

He wants to let her plan fail little by little, wear out her hope little by little, and let her die in despair completely!

Rong Jiaojiao regained consciousness in a bout of heart palpitations, as if something was pinching her neck hard, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She struggled to open her eyes, and the room was pitch black, and the oppressive breath was heavy and oppressive, with the slightest smell of blood, surrounding her.

In the terrible darkness, only the light that faintly penetrated through the window, empty, and the memories flashed back in my mind.

It took her a long time to realize what had happened before she fell unconscious, and she screamed in panic, gasped, and hugged her head.

"No, no, how could I ...... Am I confused, why do I say those words?! Zhou Xing...... He heard it, he heard it all! What should I do, what should I do-"

She has betrayed the demon clan, if Zhou Xing annoys Zhou Xing again, then who can protect her? Was Zhou Xing really angry with her? She's going to die! It's going to die!

Rong Jiaojiao's back was cold, double. His legs fell to the ground with a weak leg, and his knees stabbed: "It's really damn, how can I explain to Zhou Xing......"

"What are you going to explain?".

Almost clinging to her back, a hoarse voice sounded faintly in the darkness!