Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

Mu Jing had been passively fighting for several days. Even those who wanted to cause trouble for her could not find her anywhere. The Hundred Evil Hall was in chaos because of the sudden loss of her whereabouts.

"How could this perfectly good person disappear?"

Tong He, who was not afraid of the severe cold and dressed in cool clothes, looked at Guimian, who was rolling around in boredom on the marble table, and said, "Did Prince Qiu give her some information? Let her get rid of us?"

The ghost face stopped rolling and stood on the stone table. After Jie Jie laughed a few times, he said: "That Prince Qiu doesn't have such ability, right? And His Majesty the God of Death has always been wary of Prince Qiu, even if he tipped her off , she won’t believe it either.”

"That's true, but... there will always be an accident, right?"

Tong He frowned and thought, "Since we arrived in J City, he has disappeared from time to time. It may be because he has new abilities. Even your clone can't trace him. I wonder if he has other helpers."

Prince Qiu is unpredictable. Every time he thinks he can grasp his psychology and know his purpose, he will suddenly do something else, even if the trap he set before was in vain.

The whole person has a feeling of playing in the world, and he doesn't even care about gains, losses, or death. As long as it makes him feel happy, he will do it no matter what.

Regardless of the strength of this kind of person, this personality alone is enough to give people a headache.

Fortunately, Mu Jing could endure him staying in the team for several months.

He kicked off his toes and turned the office chair half a circle. He folded his hands in front of his abdomen and looked at the falling snowflakes outside. He said, "We have been in this world for so long and there is no progress at all."

Ghost Face stopped smiling this time, "The main reason is that the master of the Hall of Hundred Evils did not give any instructions, and coupled with the previous suppression by Heavenly Dao, even if we want to take the initiative to do something, we can't."

"Master, are you impatient?"

"Being away from home for too long, the chances of killing Mu Jing are gradually decreasing with the return of her contracted beasts. They are almost non-existent. Now that you are able to move freely in this plane, so can the ones Mu Jing has."

Tong He's index finger clicked, which was enough to prove her inner anxiety at the moment, "If I had used physical skills to assassinate her from the beginning, I might have succeeded."

"Master, I think it's useless to think about this now, and..."

"And what? Say."

"And the most powerful thing in the Killing Temple is not her summoned beasts, but her physical skills..."

Ghost Face reminded its master in a low voice that Mu Jing had gained the title of God of Killing by killing evil, and those powerful and mighty contracted beasts were just her foil.

"Are you trying to embolden other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige?"

A red string appeared on Tong He's fingertips. He pulled it gently and took back the ghost face. "Just stay in the sea of ​​consciousness and reflect on it."

Ghost Face, who had temporarily lost his freedom because of what he said wrongly, was spinning in aggrieved circles in Tong He's consciousness, but he didn't mess around. He was even worried that his master would impulsively go around causing destruction after thinking about it, forcing Mu Jing to come out. "Master, judging from the current situation, if the Hundred Evil Hall does not take any action, it is best for us to turn a blind eye."

"Wouldn't this be too passive?"

Ghost Face swayed from side to side in the sea of ​​consciousness and said: "Being passive is better than being killed."