Chapter 87: The Key to Breaking the Game

"Little master, cheer up, run, run!"

Seeing that Shen Muxi was about to be poisoned, Qiuqiu shouted anxiously, tears rolling in his eyes.

"Die!" A palm slapped at Shen Muxi, and the nameless Martial Emperor had no mercy.

Seeing her palm enlarged in front of her eyes, Shen Muxi knew that she couldn't dodge, and she didn't want to dodge.

First the left eyebrow, and now Xu Fengrong, all died indirectly because of her, and the damage caused to her heart is immeasurable.

Self-blame, helplessness, resentment, a series of negative emotions surround the heart and persist for a long time.

Perhaps, it would have been a mistake for me to live again, and it might have been better to die.

Shen Muxi thought so.

Smack-

Hit it with a palm.

One second, two seconds......

Five seconds later.

The expected scenario did not materialize.

Shen Muxi couldn't help but open her eyes, wondering why she hadn't died yet.

"Ahem...... My little ancestor! Why not hide? Do you want to die for me? ”

In the eyes, it is a handsome face that can be described as demonic, although it is a little white, and there is a cheap smile, but in Shen Muxi's eyes, it is the best scenery here.

Biting her lip, Shen Muxi forced herself to cry, but she couldn't hold back her tears, and she cried out loud.

"Xu Fengrong, you damn slut, why aren't you dead yet?"

Crying and crying, Shen Muxi suddenly laughed again.

Crying and laughing, laughing with tears, like madness.

"Hehe, I told you a long time ago, the little master is very big!" Enduring the severe pain, Xu Fengrong squeezed out a smile that was not good-looking.

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"Giggles, please, your savior is here, why is there no applause?"

Suddenly, a discordant voice came into Shen Muxi's ears.

Shen Muxi looked sideways and saw a big fat chicken with an obscene image standing behind Xu Fengrong, it was it that blocked the attack of the Nameless Martial Emperor.

"Giggles, Qingyun Martial Emperor, do you remember your Ji Master?" The big fat chicken flapped his wings twice, pointed at the nameless martial emperor and said.

"It's you! The damn chicken raised by Huang Batian, it just so happens that the emperor will avenge the new and old hatreds together today! ”

As soon as he saw the big fat chicken, Qingyun Wuhuang's teeth gurgled and his face was full of resentment, obviously, he must have eaten the loss of the big fat chicken before.

"Humph! Fang Cai Ji Ye is still afraid of you, but now! You're really not good! ”

The big fat chicken changed his previous decadent state, and he was not afraid of facing Qingyun Martial Emperor at all, but took the initiative to provoke.

"Hahahaha, joke, Huang Batian is dead, there is not even a Martial Emperor in this Northern Wilderness, who can kill me?

Even if the enemy can't be defeated, the emperor still wants to leave, who can stop me? "With the release of spiritual power, Qingyun Martial Emperor did not feel the aura of other powerhouses nearby, so he was very confident that no one would be able to do anything to him.

"Oh? Is it? The big fat chicken asked rhetorically, then looked at Xu Fengrong and said: "Little ghost, bring the things, Master Ji, I will slaughter him with my own hands today to avenge my lord's killing!" ”

The big fat chicken stretched out his wings and asked Xu Fengrong for something.

Xu Fengrong nodded slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a long strip wrapped in linen floated out of the storage ring.

Shen Muxi's eyes couldn't help but shrink, and he recognized this thing at a glance.

As soon as he saw this, the big fat chicken suddenly fell silent.

Feeling the familiar aura of its owner makes it have mixed feelings.

With a flick of the wings, the sackcloth fell off, revealing a brilliant saber with seven gems of different colors set in its scabbard.

"Qingyun old dog, do you remember this sword?"

The big fat chicken held a sword with both wings, and his eyes reflected the color of reminiscence.

"This, this is Huang Batian's Seven-Star Moon Invitation Sword, why is it in your hands?"

As soon as he saw this sword, Huang Batian finally changed color, revealing horror and fear.