"Yes, people who look so good, of course I do." I smiled slightly.

When Papa Wensong heard this, he looked up to the sky and laughed, "Miss Ma, you are very direct. But aren't you afraid that the two men around you will be sad when you say this?"

"I heard that one of them is your fiancé and the other is your ......."

"It's okay." I interrupted Papa Wensong's words, "After all, what I care about is how many innocent girls Prince Wensong has killed in order to save such a face like mutton fat and white jade. They don't really like your filthy heart, they won't mind."

"What are you talking about, stinky woman!?" Before Paba Wensong could speak, the little purple hair beside him couldn't help but shout.

I didn't pay any attention to him, but just looked at Papa Wensong with burning eyes: "Prince Wensong, am I wrong? If you didn't have those women, your face would look so good?"

The reason why he doesn't have public photos is not because he keeps a low profile.

It's because his face is getting better and better every day, and it's getting more refined every day. And it wasn't the plastic surgery of country A that made him like this.

It's witchcraft, although that's how it works. But from the strong corpse stench and yin qi on his body, I can completely conclude that his face must have sacrificed the lives of many young girls.

After all, there is no such beauty in the world.

"Stinky woman, do you really think that if you can fight, you can see no one?" Little Purple Fur was completely annoyed by my words.

And the man who had just pretended to be Papa Wensong also stood up from the bench: "Miss Ma, Mr. Lin, Mr. Zhuang, and this Mr. Jiaolong. I know you're all well-known in Middle-earth. But this is country A, are you so presumptuous, don't you plan to go back alive?"

"If that's the case, then we dare to bury you if you want to die."

What does it mean to speak the most hateful words with the gentlest words?

There is no doubt that the person in front of me has made a good interpretation, so I didn't give Lin Yi and others a straight look at the little purple hair.

But for this man, after a few of us glanced at each other.

Zhuang Yan asked, "Dare to ask Your Excellency?"

"Kun Kang Nuo. You can understand my position as a military advisor to His Royal Highness." Kun Kang Nuo still smiled, "Of course, I'm also a sorcerer."

"So what happened to the police station before was your handiwork?" Zhuang Yan said again.

"It's not." Kun Kangnuo denied it.

"After all, if I had done it, you wouldn't be here."

Arrogant, indeed arrogant.

That being the case, I glanced back at Lin Yi and them.

The Yin Jiaolong was even more hinted by my eyes, and it was directly accompanied by a dragon groan and turned into the true body of the dragon.

The huge black dragon filled the entire room in an instant, not to mention, his huge dragon head was even more unceremoniously towards Kun Kangnuo.

And Kun Kangnuo is set off by the huge body of the Yin Jiaolong, which is as small as a doll figure.

But it's such a small figure, and he resisted the dragon head of the Yin Jiao Dragon with his bare hands, not to mention, the next moment, I saw him wave his hand, and we saw a volume that was not inferior to the Yin Jiao Dragon, and the blue-black dragon fell from the sky.

Then the blue-black dragon actually fought with the Yin Jiao Dragon.

What's even more unexpected is that the giant dragon and the Yin Jiao dragon are evenly matched, and there are scars between the two dragons fighting.

But can a man raise a dragon?

How is this possible?

Is it witchcraft again?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly sacrificed the purple and black short sword, and at the same time recalled Jiang Youwei's gesture at the beginning, and shouted: "Jiang Yang Divine Ancestor has re-descended into the world, and the mountains and rivers have returned to the world, broken!"

"Bang!" There was an explosion.

As my words fell, the blue-black dragon that was still hovering in the air and trembling was instantly shot by my purple-black short sword.

Then, a blue-faced, fanged river ghost fell heavily from mid-air to the ground.

Seeing this, Zhuang Yan immediately took out a longbow knife, fast and accurate

Cut off the head of the ghost with a single sword. And the fierce ghost in the river just now finally turned into a puddle of black water after a terrible scream.

"You know how to do witchcraft!" Kun Kangnuo looked at me in shock and said, "Who are you? What does it have to do with the Witch Gu Jiang Clan?"

Xiao Zimao stood up suddenly, and shouted viciously at Zhuang Yan, "You actually killed Xiaoqing, I want your life!"

Of course, Zhuang Yan will not be afraid of Xiao Zimao.

Lin Yi was also about to take out the black sword, but at this moment, a muffled sound of "bang" suddenly came.

"Enough trouble!?" Pa Pa Wen Song slapped the chair next to him and said, "When this is a vegetable market? Shut up."

As soon as he said this, Xiao Zimao retreated.

Kun Kangnuo also restrained some of his anger, but he still stared at me with a pair of eyes.

At the same time, Papavenson removed the witchcraft from his body and walked towards me in a wheelchair.

However, he stopped before he could get closer, and Lin Yi and Zhuang Yan stood beside me on the left and right. Lin Yi even took my hand directly.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Zhuang, you don't have to be so nervous, I just want to ask Miss Ma a question." Pa Ba Wensong said at the right time.

Lin Yi and Zhuang Yan didn't speak, but they were still very vigilant.

I said, "Prince Wensong, you want to ask me why I also know witchcraft, right?"

"That's right." Paba Wensong was broken by me, and I didn't hide it, but said bluntly: "As far as I know, Miss Ma is a teacher of the Ma family's Yin embroidery, and it is also because she tamed the Ma family's Hundred Ghost Dynasty King Tu and became the new ghost king. But other than that, you haven't been exposed to witchcraft. Am I wrong with this information?"

"It's not a mistake." I responded truthfully.

"......," Papavunson asked.

"Why don't you answer me too, Prince Wensong?" I said bluntly.

One question for another, fair and just.

"Okay."

To my surprise, Papavanson agreed without even thinking about it.

It seems that he really cares about my ability to do witchcraft.

But after thinking about it, I understand that witchcraft is the quintessence of country A. It's like people from other countries who can use rune spells in the Exorcism Bureau.

It's really worth getting to the bottom of it.

"Is Liang Jing's matter related to Prince Wensong this time?" I asked.

"Nope." Papavanson denied it.

Then, as if he knew we wouldn't believe it, he explained, "I want that place in country A, and I have no interest in Middle-earth. So until the civil strife is put down, I can't go out and cause trouble. Besides, if you find me in such a situation, don't you think it's more like being borrowed from a knife to kill someone?"

There seems to be some truth to what he said.

So after a moment's hesitation, I said truthfully, "I don't know witchcraft, I just used that trick for a friend. And then I made a gourd drawing."

In fact, I don't know if it will succeed.

"Miss Ma, is this our three-year-old child?" Kun Kangnuo obviously didn't believe it.

Xiao Zimao also said, "Prince, if you don't teach them a lesson, they won't tell the truth."