"You and I have different political views back then, so the chief chose you to manage the entire superpower base."

Sri'an said coldly, "I'm just an ordinary person, and you are a high-level psychic. Perhaps you really have a more say in terms of psychic powers than I think."

"But, Kassandra, people are doing things and watching. I am not a good person, but compared to you, I am really kind. In the past, you may have used all the means, and I don't know how much benefit you have gained."

Srien calmly met Cassandra's slightly cold gaze, "If you don't want the entire superpower base to be damaged or even destroyed, it's better to be cautious. I haven't yet found that young man's bottom. I usually look like I'm smiling and talking, but I'm decisive and decisive. I will never be ruthless when it's time to start."

"As for the King of Hell, I believe you know him better than I do."

"Srian, are you the older you are, the less courageous you are?" Cassandra laughed. She lit a cigarette with a "snap" and sucked the smoke, her beautiful eyes half-closed. "This battle has just begun, and you actually want to escape in the battle and become a deserter."

"Aren't you afraid of making it laugh at others?"

"And, you've gotten involved in this incident and you still know so much information about the base," Kassandra's bullet went halfway to burn the ashes, and his eyes were filled with cold sneer, "It's not something you can just say you can retreat."

"You can retreat, leave my life for me!"

Kassandra's eyebrows and eyes were cold and cruel, as if a poisonous snake was spitting out a cold breath.

"ha."

Srien was angry and laughed, "Cassandra, what do you think of me? Are there those psychics in the base who were scared away by you?"

"The Chief of the General has approved my resignation, and no one has the right to stop me."

"And," Srien raised his eyes, "I believe Miss Cassandra would not want me to die, because in this way, you will be in an extremely dangerous situation."

The two people in the room looked at each other, and the silent smell of gunpowder spread.

While they were confronting each other, Young Master Yan was sitting cross-legged in the room.

Wuchen sat on the sofa, his eyes swept over the talisman paper placed on the ground.

The eight digits of the universe have different numbers.

Spirit Gathering Array.

Qiankun Dragon Flying Formation...

The concrete formation of heaven and earth...

These seemingly messy talisman papers are connected to each other, and there are formations in the formation, and formations are connected to formations.

Nowadays, there are still various metaphysical sects in the country of China that have inherited their heritage gathered in one place, but I am afraid that they will not be able to arrange such a level of formation.

The Buddhist beads wrapped around Wuchen's left wrist were taken off by him, pinched in his hand and turned, his eyes as heavy as snow, falling on the young man in the center of the formation.

Under the fluorescent light, the handsome and outstanding young man's appearance was much warmer and softer. She sat cross-legged on the ground, rarely restraining her lazy and lazy posture, her face was as calm and solemn as if she was jade-like.

A pen is quietly sandwiched between the slender and slender fingers.

On the south side of the mysterious and mysterious pattern of the pen body, it stays in the formation with rich spiritual energy, quietly exuding a cold and cold atmosphere that belongs to the Yin and Ming world.

When Wuchen saw her take out the judge's pen, he finally knew what the boy was going to do.

The judge's pen, life and death, and the mirror of reincarnation.

Life and death are a matter of life and death.

The mirror of reincarnation shows people for three lives.

The judge's pen can turn the world and borrow the law from heaven and earth.

Of course, these are all legends.
Chapter completed!