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Nine hundred and twentieth seventh chapter pearl hairpin(2/2)

I was even more angry.

"Take me off? Do you think you can?"

I was not showing any weakness, and subconsciously took the pearl hairpin that Murong Yan gave me.

But I gave up this idea as soon as I got the bead hairpin.

This guy is so arrogant. Isn’t it a sign of showing weakness when I take out the pearl hairpin?

Besides, I really don’t want to take out the bead hairpin.

This guy obviously likes Murong Yan. What if he snatches Murong Yan's bead hairpin?

No, no, the other party is in trouble, so I will let him trouble.

As soon as I had this idea, I put the bead hairpin in my pocket.

Instead, when using spiritual power, you have to activate the fox seal and ask the third master to help.

But who knew that at this moment, the voice of the senior suddenly rang in my mind:

"A mere little devil dares to be presumptuous here.

Boy, you find my husband’s sword body, and I will deal with him now."

When I heard this, my body trembled.

Good guy, it would be great if the senior could take action.

Let this guy know that I'm not easy to mess with.

At the same time, directly retract spiritual power.

He gave up urging the fox seal and asked the third master to help.

Ye Feng was still arrogant at this moment:

"What? I can't do it?"

I don't even ask, it's a hundred miles in this area.

Who doesn’t know the night wind in my Youye Villa?

You, a little Taoist priest, dare to touch this young master's bad intentions. You are really ungrateful.

Young people! Come out and teach this young man a lesson, so that this kid Zhang Chang’s memory!”

As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, there were suddenly muffled sounds around the cemetery.

"It's the owner!"

As soon as the words were finished, black gas was coming from all directions.

Then I saw one after another, with a ferocious face, walking out of the grave.

There are about ten, each of them looks like a hooligan.

He twisted his neck with his fingers.

It also makes a "crack" sound like a living person.

I looked at the ghost surrounding me, and a trace of arc appeared on the corner of my mouth. Even these little minions wanted to hurt me?
Chapter completed!
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