Leng Qi remembered that a guy told him: There is a knife on the head of the color word, you had better quit the color, otherwise the knife will fall sooner or later, just to cut your life.

That guy was a prophet.

I feel that today's bad luck is like rotten mud on my body, and I can't shake it off.

Everything is because I went to a happy field at noon, and although the elf chicks in the Tianjing City Happy Field looked good, the service was actually not very good - not to mention that the service was interrupted in the middle of the service.

In short, because today's breaking of the ring is close to color, it is unlucky.

The young master was slaughtered, and he wanted to grab something and run away, but he was brutally abused by the god level, and he was a little confused at this time, and he just walked to the door of the ruins of the restaurant with his subordinates, constantly thinking about a new way of life in his heart.

The spiritual sense is very bad, and it won't really be a small life in the future, right?

Suddenly, I saw an umbrella in the distance, a big white umbrella, fluttering in the sun.

Leng Qi couldn't say the specifics, and instantly felt that the whole person was cold, and it seemed that all the ways of life were completely blocked!

The umbrella approached, and the one holding the umbrella was a slender young man dressed in white, wearing pink-rimmed glasses, with a good-looking smirk.

It makes people want to punch that face, but it's a little unbearable, as a man, he is too handsome.

The most conspicuous thing is that the chest of the white dress is embroidered with a large pink thousand characters.

It's really a girly thousand words.

Leng Qi has heard that this is the young master of a thousand families, and Young Master Wei is here for him, and he has already made an appointment to meet in the evening to talk about something.

Qianjia, what does it mean to come at this time?

Leng Qi suddenly sensed that Qianji was not alone, and there was still a breath under the big umbrella.

But at the same time, Leng Qi's consciousness seemed to echo the sound of a knife slashing - it was not a real knife, but a soul blade.

"Poof!"

Leng raised his eyes, the soul wave was suddenly interrupted, his body shook slightly, and he fell straight to the ground, posing in a big word!

At the last moment, I suddenly remembered the elven chick who was not very good at service......

The body twitched rhythmically for a few times, and finally came to a complete standstill.

More than two dozen subordinates didn't have time to be shocked, "Poof! Poof! Poof! "It's like dominoes, pushing one by one, all straight down, eyes bulging, not knowing what to see.

In short, nothing can be seen again.

All dead.

The soul died, to be exact!

And it was directly shocked to death by an extremely powerful force!

More than 20 king-level powerhouses, like real ants!

How terrifying the other side will be!

Holding an umbrella, Qianji slowly walked past the corpses like this, still with a good-looking smirk on his face.

Clusters of stunned onlookers, motionless and silent, there was a powerful force that locked on everyone.

All it takes is one delusion, and the soul will be annihilated.

Walking to the door of the ruins, Qianji put away the big umbrella and carried it behind him, the umbrella was the same length as his slender body, and it was a little discordant.

"Muyang."

Qianji's eyes were friendly and he nodded at Mu Yang.

It's hard to imagine that the person with this kind of look was a butcher just now.

Mu Yang's face was indifferent, he felt that Qianji's strength could not be done to this extent......

This pervert who only knows how to be handsome, and the bright eyes behind the pink-rimmed glasses are elusive.

The best way to deal with this is to ignore it.

"It's really cold." Qianji muttered, then faced Saya, adjusted his demeanor, smiled, and looked better with a smirk, "Saya Mentor, there is absolutely no offense. Kill the person you let go, though, I have a good reason. ”

Saya glanced at him, but the focus was not on Qianji, but on the empty space around Qianji: "Reason? As I can guess, I know a lot about Qianjia. ”

"Exactly." Qianji found himself being ignored by Mu Yang and Saya successively, a little embarrassed, and pushed his glasses, "Mentor Saya, as the princess of the Dragon Domain, you are naturally fearless, not to mention the blessing of the light of the sky. But after killing Young Master Wei, I believe that it won't be long before the Galaxy Battleship will be arrayed in the sky over Tianjing City. ”

"Humph! A couple of broken ships. ”

"Saya Teacher, forgive me for being rude, unnecessary trouble, if you can avoid it. The point is, it is difficult for a thousand families to do from it. After all, Young Master Wei said that he came to me to discuss art......"

"It's also an art that you kill these people." Saya's gaze was always locked on the empty space beside Senki.

"Ahem." Qianji was actually a little nervous in the face of Saya, "Mentor Saya, Uncle Death only kills those who should be killed." I know that you have the mercy of the Creator in your heart and cannot bear to kill, but let these people go, it is good that they escape, if you go back...... Now the only chance to survive is to deflect the conflict, and they will definitely exaggerate the hatred, and the hatred of you will make the military and the academy system even more antagonistic. Even, the responsibility for protecting the young master's disadvantage will probably be pushed to the head of the Qianjia, and maybe the Qianjia family in Tianjing City will become the main culprit in the conspiracy to assassinate Young Master Wei. ”

"Qianji, the latter is the main reason for your concerns. Don't forget, I know Qianjia, but in another sense. You can collect the stall, or not. Saya volleyed into the air and glanced at the empty space beside Qianji again, "Qianji, as a shadow umbrella, you have become uglier!" ”

"Brush!" Saya turned into a streamer of light and shot away, disappearing in the direction of the heavenly light.

Qianji finally relaxed, and he glanced at the empty space around him, a little helpless: "Uncle Yan, please say hello before you do it next time, you are not afraid that I will become a nail and be nailed around...... You're not afraid, I'm a little scared. ”

Mu Yang kept looking at the empty space around Qianji, but he couldn't see anything, but in the mirror world, there was a cold white flame there.

This is the essence of that existence, Mu Yang doesn't know what it is, and speculates that it is probably a soul clan, or a ghost?

The realm must be terrifying, and it is good at hiding.

Obviously, this should be the real umbrella of the thousand machines.

"Muyang," Qianji took a step closer to Muyang, "don't be so cold to me. Stopping the owner's action before, yes, I stopped it, and now I'm cleaning up the stall, everything is for you, isn't my attitude clear enough? ”

"Yes." Mu Yang looked indifferent, "I'm not interested in men." ”

"Ahem!" Qianji choked lightly, "No, no, no!" Muyang, don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in men, I'm just interested in you...... Well, I'm just interested in your luck. How about it, the stall hasn't been cleaned up yet, why don't you count those as yours? ”

Qian Ji pointed to a king-level corpse outside the door with a large umbrella.

Today is also a historical event, a king, like a rotten cabbage.

This silent scene is actually more spectacular than a landslide and tsunami.

Mu Yang groaned, he couldn't quite understand the meaning of Qianji, dealing with this guy was unpleasant.

Mocking yourself for picking up trash?

Apparently not?

Or is it just a matter of giving something good?

King-level corpses, this is some good things, generally cultivating to this height, it is difficult to see corpses, either they are wiped out, or they can't die at all.

In addition to the various good things they are equipped with, the most important thing is that the king-level corpse is an extremely pure spirit body, which can be possessed to create a puppet, or simply decompose it directly and turn into a large number of A-grade spiritual energy crystals!

This value is difficult to measure because it can't be priced.

No one has ever seen a king-level corpse sold on the street at a price tag, no.

Mu Yang didn't refuse, walked over, the World Blade was in his hand, and he stabbed them one by one, and then more than twenty corpses were directly introduced into the mecha grave mirror world and stacked in a pile.

Mu Yang is not a killer, but after others finish killing, he will pick up the bargain himself, no, he is helping to collect the corpse and do good deeds, and he will never refuse.

Qianji's glasses reflected a ghostly light, and his eyes curled behind the lenses quietly looked at the World Blade in Mu Yang's hand, remembering what Saya said, the Origin Horcrux.

"Uncle Yan, that short blade...... Can't see through? Grab it? No way? I'm just kidding. ”

Qianji smiled meaningfully, and sighed with some emotion in his heart:

Invisibly, Qianjia seems to have made Muyang's second umbrella.

The surviving umbrella is a symbol of glory, and the dead umbrella is just garbage.