Laugh at!

A soft sound came out, and a black and red spike was nailed to the center of Feng Baobao's eyebrows, which suddenly made Feng Baobao's expression stagnant, and he was stunned in place and motionless.

Swish!

Immediately afterwards, the rootless figure gradually disappeared from in front of Feng Baobao, and Wang He's figure appeared in front of Feng Baobao, and the index finger of his left hand was against the end of the black and red nail, pointing at Feng Baobao's head.

Airplanes!

Cracks spread from Feng Baobao's eyebrows, and after a while, they spread to her entire face.

In an instant, about Zhang Chulan and the figure of Rootless, as well as an innocent and innocent man with two small pigtails...... Herself, these pictures turned into thoughts one after another and poured into Feng Baobao's brain, but just when she was in great pain, Wang He's voice sounded softly from her ears.

"It's not over yet!"

Feng Baobao's pupils shrank, and under her eyes, after Wang He lifted the painting realm, he once again held the Tianyuan pen and killed him, but because of the splitting headache just now, Feng Baobao's action slowed down a little.

Can't die!

Feng Baobao knew very well that she didn't want to die, her past, the people she cherished......

There are a lot of things she wants to verify, and she wants to feel it for herself......

She subconsciously looked at Zhang Chulan, who was re-"spelled" by herself behind her, with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, and then as soon as her body moved, the snow-white kitchen knife in her hand stabbed straight at Wang He.

At this distance, maybe Wang He's long-handled weapon has a greater advantage, but she doesn't mean that there is no chance!

It's just that Feng Baobao's slash slashed into the air, and the slash went straight through Wang He's phantom, diluting the figure.

In a moment, Feng Baobao reacted, and the blade swung straight to the side.

But at this moment, another vine burst out of the ground and tied Feng Baobao's wrist.

Wang He appeared on Feng Baobao's side, and with a flick of the Tianyuan pen in his hand, five balls of ink the size of a basketball were scattered on Feng Baobao's left and right......

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, vines stretched out from the ink, binding Feng Baobao's neck, hands and feet, and waist, leaving her unable to exert her strength.

"Feng Baobao, don't you have any doubts, why did I pull you into the fairyland of Yihua, and let you see Zhang Chulan and Rootless Feng Yao?"

“……”

Feng Baobao's indifferent face finally showed a look of surprise, yes, this expression of hers is clearly the kind of expression that people only show when they receive unexpected information, and she struggles to break free from the shackles of these vines.

"How could I let you break free again, Feng Baobao, I gave you a chance!"

Wang He moved forward, and the black flames appeared in his body again, binding the part of Feng Baobao's body that he had just broken free of with vines again, and he raised a kick coldly and kicked directly at Feng Baobao, with huge power, making Feng Baobao's whole person fly towards the sky.

Inhuman, there are not many who can fly!

There are only a few things that Inhumans can do in the air......

Wang He jumped and appeared above He Feng Baobao, only to see him hold the Tianyuan pen high, "The magic of the three ends of the husband, don't use the pen first; The mystery of the six arts, nothing more important than the silver hook......"

The gun fell like a startling dragon, Tian Yuan Pen and Wang He and the whole person seemed to merge into one at this moment, and the majestic black Qi turned into a black meteor in the air!

"Lan Ye Drawing!"

Call!

In the next moment, the black meteor passed through Feng Baobao, but no blood burst out, but Feng Baobao's falling body trembled obviously, and then her gaze began to become a little scattered.

In the fairyland of the Painting Wonderland, the black-red nail in Wang He's hand was the product of the combination of his innate ability "Black of the Near-Ink" and the Fire of Desire.

Wang He knew that Feng Baobao was very sensitive to his innate abilities, and it was really difficult to rely on external attacks to penetrate his body, so Wang He chose to do so.

As long as Feng Baobao is wary of his innate ability, then Feng Baobao will involuntarily think of Zhang Chulan and Rootless Sheng......

There are these two people who are of great significance to her life, and the thoughts that continue to form and pour into Feng Baobao's brain are enough to make Feng Baobao ignore the "black who is close to ink" in his body.

"There is no one in this world who cannot be killed, whether it is you or me......"

Wang He, who fell to the ground, did not look back at Feng Baobao, who was like a dead leaf falling, but naturally said to himself: "Death, maybe it is also a relief for you!" ”

Smack!

Feng Baobao's body fell directly on Zhang Chulan's corpse, Feng Baobao slowly raised her hand and gently stroked Zhang Chulan's already cold cheeks, her eyes were full of reluctance, but in the end she slowly closed her eyes, and her breath disappeared at this moment.

"That's it, it's not a good thing to live forever in this world, like I just said, death may be a relief for you......"

Looking at the bodies of Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan lying together, a flame suddenly appeared in Wang He's hand, but just as he was about to burn the bodies of these two people, a great pressure came from one side.

"Heavenly Master, you're too late!"

This familiar and powerful aura, you don't need to think about it, and you don't know who is coming.

That's right, Zhang Zhiwei finally found it.

It's no wonder that Zhang Zhiwei came over so late, the company's special smoke screen bomb does have something in it, and the amount is so large, Rao is Zhang Zhiwei's martial arts, and it took a lot of effort to resist these technologies and ruthless work.

Black pipe they are also interesting enough, according to Mr. Zhao's meaning, try to leave the war zone as soon as possible with these two people, the farther away the better.

Therefore, Heiguan'er and Xiao Zizi also ran wildly, and with the good strength of the two, they also took Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao out for a long distance.

That's where we are now.

Seeing the separation of Zhang Chulan's corpse, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly frowned, and looked at Wang He with a somewhat unkind gaze.

"Heavenly Master, don't look at me like this, there must be a certain number of things about Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao after all."

Although Wang He is now exhausted to the extreme, he is still not afraid of Zhang Zhiwei's momentum, his eyes are looking directly at Zhang Zhiwei, he is very sure that as long as Zhang Zhiwei is still the leader of Zhengyi and the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, then he has no reason to do it to himself.

Call!

A breeze blew, and the old and the young just looked at me, I looked at you, looked at each other, and didn't say anything, let alone do anything.

Now that Zhang Zhiwei is here, there is no way for the king to continue to "destroy the corpse and destroy the traces", seeing that Zhang Zhiwei doesn't want to speak, Wang He turned around and prepared to leave this place, he is worried that Zhang Zhiwei will have a strong man behind him, but don't forget, at this time, he is also a fragrant dumpling who has mastered the four doors and eight wonder skills!

(End of chapter)