Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

Wan Yao, who had transformed into an adult, looked down at the two people who were huddled in the corner and doing strange things. He didn't give them a chance to react. The moment they raised their heads, he screwed their heads open and then held the stone in his hands. In hand.

The stone suspended in the palm of his hand still had a little familiar power, but even if it was familiar, he couldn't remember it at once.

But what is certain is that I have encountered it before.

After settling the matter here, Wan Yao returned to Mu Jing and handed her the shiny thing in his hand, saying: "After killing the other party, I found that someone was using this thing to record, and I didn't let them escape. If you have the chance, kill the person directly."

Mu Jing took the stone from his hand, which was no bigger than a fingernail, and said, "Well done."

She followed the operation in her memory and tapped regularly on several corners of the stone. After a while, the light spread out in front of her eyes like a projector. Even if there was nothing behind it, the things reflected on it It was also very clear, so clear that Mu Jing felt that he could kill the other person with a slap.

The man obviously didn't expect to see Mu Jing in this way. After a brief daze, he smiled very kindly at her and handed the things in his hands to others to deal with, while he took the heart with him. The stone floating beside him walked to the resting place and sat down. He kept that smile and asked curiously: "Is His Majesty the God of Killing finally willing to take action?"

"No."

The person who was already familiar with what these people would do directly interrupted what he was going to say next, "Shrinking bastards like you are not worthy of my action. It was just a chance that my contracted beast encountered it. Just bring it back to me for a look."

"If I knew it was you, I think not only me, but even my contracted beast would be so disgusted that I would crush it to pieces for you, and you wouldn't have anything to do with me."

Mu Jing covered her mouth and yawned, looked at the other party's seemingly unwilling expression, and said: "Strictly speaking, it doesn't make any sense for you to do so many little tricks behind your back. If you plan to retire here, just pretend that I didn't say anything." .”

"His Majesty the God of Death is still so good at talking."

If someone else's words are stuck in your throat, they won't come out or go down, and you'll be choked to death if you hold them in.

"Of course, you can't just imitate some shrinking bastards and just think about doing things all day long that are meaningless but meaningful to short-sighted bastards like you, right? That would be such a waste of time, and it won't do anything in front of your opponents. I can’t even lift my head.”

The merciless sarcasm made the other party's face turn pale, and even the smile on his face could hardly be maintained.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard Mu Jing say again: "But it would be boring for us to continue withdrawing like this, so I have arranged a gift for you. I hope you can receive it by then."

When this person heard this, he felt that something was wrong.

Mu Jing didn't care about him so much, and continued: "In addition, you seem to dislike my inaction, and I happened to know your whereabouts through this communication. You can enjoy the comfort for a few days first, and wait until I take care of this." I will deal with the matter for a while and hand it over to others, then I will go to you and have a good chat about the matter of coming across space to kill me, but has yet to take action."

"Is Your Majesty the God of Killing serious about it?"

The expression on his face became extremely stiff because of Mu Jing's words, "It's just a stone with a spell painted on it..."