Cheng Fei angrily overturned the table and chairs in front of him, and his already pale face was even more gloomy at the moment, causing black evil qi to gush out.

The green tendons on his forehead burst out like a venomous snake, exuding a strong and violent aura.

He could no longer maintain the demeanor of a gentleman, and scolded: "You bunch of waste, you can't do this thing, what do you want you to do, hurry up and eat shit!"

The subordinate with the national character face in front of him was so frightened that he was at a loss for what to do.

On his sad face, he barely managed to squeeze out a cheap smile.

He replied resignedly: "I almost succeeded, but who knew that a night angel came out halfway and messed things up."

Cheng Fei was even more bloody when he heard this, and casually gave the subordinate with the face of the national character a hard slap.

His eyes were full of gold stars, and a mouthful of black blood accompanied by a few back molars flowed down in an instant.

The subordinate with the face of the Chinese character covered the already high cheeks with an aggrieved face, and stood there stunned without daring to say a word.

Cheng Fei saw the subordinate with the face of the national character, standing there with an aggrieved face, and he felt a little unbearable.

Then he said to him, "Go find some of your right-hand men and bring me the dark wizard with a gun."

I wanted to see if he could do anything, and the subordinate with the national character face was relieved when he heard it.

He was really afraid that Cheng Fei, the bloodthirsty demon king, couldn't hold back his anger and did it directly to him.

Hurriedly took the order and ran out, a cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes.

The atmosphere of terror continued, pervading the filthy and rancid prison.

Ji Qiang stood there solemnly and coldly, as if he was completely integrated into the dark night of this inky rendering. The scythe-like slender moon in the sky, with its weak posture, is trying to release the last trace of weak energy.

Although it is so small, it can shake Ji Qiang's powerful soul like a dull hammer.

Ji Qiang's starry eyes were slightly constricted, and his black and deep eyes involuntarily overflowed with a trace of gorgeous brilliance.

It adds a touch of beautiful charm to this bleak and obscure night sky.

The bleak night wind hit, and the cold breath made his hard and strong body tremble.

He casually looked back, but was surprised to find that the once bloodthirsty Night Angel had not left this time.

At this moment, he was not far away, looking at him affectionately with a pair of bright eyes as bright as starlight.

Her body, which exuded holiness and purity, was dispelling the boundless darkness of this space with the power of light.

The gorgeous face is like a spring breeze rippling, giving people a comfortable soul.

It's like a vigorous sprouting seed, making people feel the hope of green.

The white skirt gently moved with the wind, showing her graceful figure.

The smile that seemed to be resentful caused the red lips to open slightly, revealing the white teeth like diamonds.

The shy red, like the morning glow that is about to fall, the last gorgeous but even more moving.

Ji Qiang stared obsessively, this angel of the night who had taken his life in countless crises.

There was a ripple throbbing in his heart, and he suddenly realized how terrible this thought was.

It was a high god, how could she have dirty thoughts in the face of such holiness.

Ji Qiang hurriedly calmed down the heat on his face in an instant, and stepped forward.

Just as he was about to touch the goddess in his mind, suddenly there was a pleasant silver bell-like laughter in the air.

Ji Qiang looked up, and a look of loss immediately came to his heart.

I saw that the angel of the night had long since disappeared......