Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

The tone of the alms was as if a superior god was willing to communicate with mortals, which made Yan Ci tremble.

like……

I saw her when she was still the God of Death.

Perhaps they were all blinded by her peace in this life. If they had faced her now with the same attitude towards her before, these things might not have happened.

There's no way he could end up like this.

"How much strength do you hide?"

Seeing that he had paid the price for his impulsiveness and found that the situation was irreversible, he surprisingly calmed down and even regained his previous strict attitude towards her when facing her, thinking about what she would do after meeting their hall master. What will be done.

"you guess?"

Mu Jing increased his strength, with bloodthirsty coldness in his eyes, and looked at him with a smile, "If you don't say anything anymore, I will just pull your head off your neck. I want to experience the skin being torn apart, and the muscles and bones being separated. Feeling?"

"I can take you there, but you..."

"Stern words."

She interrupted what he was going to say next, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared, and she said expressionlessly: "What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me?"

Her life is in her hands, but she still wants to negotiate terms with her? Is this a common problem among defeated generals? Are you always unaware of your position, trying to save something?

"Don't babble at me like a weak-mouthed weakling. I will hear your answer the next second after I finish saying this, or you will die."

"I'll take you!"

Yan Ci did not dare to take the risk of disobeying her wishes. Just after he agreed, his whole body was lifted up by Mu Jing, and the ice blocking the aisle and surrounding them gradually turned into ice particles and dissipated in the wind.

He shuddered suddenly and said, "You, what are you going to do after you see the hall master?"

"Just chatting."

He used his ice power to wrap around his neck and said, "Lead the way."

Yan Ci bravely took him to the twenty-eighth floor, pointed to the door in front of him and said, "This is it. I'm not sure if the hall master is here..."

boom!

Mu Jing kicked the door open, and the person who already knew Mu Jing was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of steaming tea in his hand.

"You came."

The man with long black hair took a sip of tea gracefully, and when he motioned for Mu Jing to sit across from him, he also asked someone on the side to pour her a cup of tea.

"This is tea from your hometown, why don't you come and have a taste?"

There was a slight smile in the man's narrow Danfeng eyes, and he was not worried about what Mu Jing would do to him. "You asked Yan Ci to bring you here, didn't you just want to talk to me?"

Mu Jing threw Yan Ci aside, and sat opposite the man. He glanced at the cup of tea on the table, but did not accept it. Instead, he leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, crossed his arms and said, "What on earth are you doing?" What do you want to do?”

"At first I wanted to take your life, but then I realized that I seemed to be being used."

Speaking of this, the smile in the hall master's eyes disappeared, and a storm swept through his dark pupils, "Your memory seems to have not recovered yet, do you mind if I introduce myself?"

Mu Jing raised his chin and motioned for him to continue.

"Su Fan."

Mu Jing blinked and was silent for a while. When he saw that the other party didn't speak any more, he said, "Then?"

"Doesn't it sound familiar?"

"Um."

The extremely cold attitude made Su Fan put down the teacup, covered his mouth and chuckled a few times, "Sure enough, true nature is hard to change."

Mu Jing sighed, "Are you really going to start your self-righteous nonsense?"