Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

He obviously wanted to look like he was against Mu Jingdeng, but in the end, he looked more like him.

Really, I can’t complain.

Because Feng Yi started to promote the Killing God Club to compete in an open-air boxing ring two days ago, the street was already crowded with people. Yuan Lin, who was afraid of being dispersed, grabbed Zhou Qiyang's clothes and followed closely. He was worried that if he got lost for a while, he wouldn't be able to see his brother Jing's game.

Mu Jing did not let her team members take the field for her this time. Before entering the ring, she lowered her head in the crowd, stretched out her hand to wipe her face, and a skull mask that was very different from her dressing style was hung on her face.

Amidst the comments from the people around him, he crossed the isolation belt, put his hands in his pockets, and walked leisurely to the middle of the ring and stood there.

She asked Skull Wu not to release the ghost fire, but it just hung in the skull's eye sockets, resembling the eyes of hell.

Many people were frightened by the strange combination on her body, and there was a flurry of discussion. Some people suspected that she was trying to please others, some people ridiculed her for playing tricks, and some people were curious about what material her mask was made of, and what kind of material her mask was made of. Where did you get it? It looks very cool and they want one too.

Feng Yi, who had been talking to the referee, saw someone standing on the ring. He was startled by the mask, and then realized that it was Mu Jing.

He asked the referee to wait, while he walked up to Mu Jing and said, "What are you doing with your face covered?"

"Low-key."

"..." This will only be more high-profile, okay?

"You dress so youthfully, but you put on a skull mask to tell me you're low-key?"

"I'm not wearing a magic cloak or tutu."

Feng Yi was speechless.

"The person you're competing with this time is Daliang. He's been a loser in the ten-game winning streak. Just take it easy." After saying that, he handed Daliang's information to her, "He also has a copy of yours in his hand. It’s not cheating.”

Mu Jing raised his eyebrows and looked at the scrawled writing on it. After reading it quickly, he said: "The ability of both earth and fire, isn't it bad?"

"I've watched a few games, and he doesn't use his abilities very much, but every time he uses them, it's very natural and smooth, unlike other ability users who need to pause before releasing."

"He hasn't arrived yet?"

"It was said to be nervous diarrhea, and it came soon."

She returned the information to Feng Yi and said, "Apart from him, is there no one else to challenge?"

"Your request is to win ten games in a row. Even if there are people who want to fight you, the number of games hasn't come yet. But if you take the initiative to ask to fight them, I can make arrangements for you now."

Her gimmick is the biggest among boxers. A group of old men are tired of watching men fight, so they want to watch some female boxers.

"No need to arrange, just ten consecutive victories."

Mu Jing just mentioned it casually, but he definitely didn't mean to cause trouble for himself.

About two minutes later, Da Liang appeared on the ring wearing a racer-shaped vest.

As he appeared, deafening roars instantly erupted around him. Some people even pulled up a banner for him, with the words "Brother Liang, come on!" written in black on it!

Yuan Lin, who had worked hard to squeeze to the front, saw it and said a little unconvinced: "Brother Yang, we should also get a banner!"

"What are you doing? Write something beautiful to cheer up?"

"...Then forget it."

The atmosphere on the field was not that serious. Daliang, who had a body full of tendon flesh, looked at the girl in front of him, who was just up to his chest. She was obviously wearing very pink clothes, but had this skull mask on her face, and said: "You are the God of Death. ?”