Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

Bing Mo curled up in grievance, before its master stabbed so many swords and didn't cry out in pain...

Baolan rolled her eyes at Bingmo, she has been a contracted animal with it for so many years, and you can tell what it is thinking just by looking at it like that.

Will a person as strong as the master tell them when he is in pain?

The strong need face, right? And pain must be said to be pain?

The idiot fox deserves to be murdered by his master.

Mu Jingheng hugged Liu Ruian to an old brick house that was about to collapse in the rain. She casually threw him on the dirty ground, and she sat on the ground directly, leaning against the wall, looking up. He let out a sigh of relief, "It's been a long time since I hit like this, and I can't keep up with my physical strength."

There must be some conspiracy behind Tiandao allowing this ability to appear. A plane must have plane-specific rules. She doesn't believe that Tiandao's purpose will be as simple as she and the contracted beasts guessed.

She has the confidence to use the ability of ice ink to kill that thing without breaking the current rules of heaven, but that is meaningless and helpful to her.

Even if they can use their power to get results faster, but...

What if one day she can't use their abilities for some reason?

So at that moment, she decided to use only a small part of Bingmo's power, which is very insignificant to Tiandao, but to deal with that difficult evolutionary type.

External forces can indeed make her stronger, but she wants to become stronger herself more than this kind of thing.

To be prepared for danger in times of peace, one must always imagine various possibilities that will happen in order to meet the future full of countless variables.

It was still raining patter outside, so she asked Hulu to come out to watch her surroundings, and if she found any zombies coming, she would wake her up immediately.

Hulu took the lead and flew to the roof with a ball. It is an elf, so this kind of raindrops will not hit it, but will slide down the protective cover on it.

Mu Jing closed her eyes and fell asleep listening to the sound of rain.

When Liu Ruian woke up, he saw a strange and dilapidated roof. He sat up abruptly, and just as he yelled the word Mu, he was rushed over by the person who was still leaning against the wall and punched him. He hit the ground and lay down!

The man whose eyes hadn't even opened had his knees on his stomach, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and strangled his neck fiercely with the other, holding his breath!

"Mu...cough..."

Hearing the yelling in the sea of ​​consciousness, Mu Jing slowly opened his eyes.

When she found that the man with livid face was Liu Rui'an who was strangled by her neck, he quickly let go of his hand, turned over, half squatted beside him, and said, "What are you doing?"

"Me? Cough cough cough—!"

Liu Ruian coughed while covering his neck, and when he recovered, he frowned and said, "What am I doing? I should ask you what you want to do, right?"

Her voice was hoarse, as soon as she heard it, she had strangled her.

Mu Jing looked at him indifferently, as if he was thinking.

After a while, she said: "I'm sorry, the tension of fighting with the evolutionary type is still there, so the conditioned reflex lists you as a dangerous object."

"Cough cough! What's the matter with your vigilance? Have you been abused before?"

"No."

She sat back again, with her legs crossed, listening to the much smaller sound of the rain, said: "Naturally."

"Cheat a ghost?"

Liu Ruian sat up, looked at the bruises on her body, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."

She didn't care about this kind of thing, "You protect me because of your affection for Uncle Liao, and it's your duty not to protect me. Besides, you can't protect me with your strength, so it's better not to come out and die."

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