The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Those delicate hands were as cold as ice, glowing with the cold temperature of the snake clan.

"My patience is very limited."

Yuan Jing tightened her right palm elegantly and indifferently.

The strong force strangled Fake Yantao's neck, blocking his breathing passage.

Unable to breathe, Fake Yantao's handsome and demonic face suddenly turned red.

Those eyes were full of horror.

Just a moment, a face to face,

He actually couldn't defeat even one of Yuan Jing's moves.

Yan Tao sat on the chair.

When he saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank and his right hand tightened unconsciously.

So strong.

Even she couldn't guarantee that she could suppress the fake Yan Tao within one move.

Yuan Jing's true strength is simply ridiculously powerful.

Yuan Jing didn't seem to notice the fake Yan Tao's increasingly red face.

His right hand was still tightening slowly.

Tighter and tighter.

Until the strength of Fake Yantao's struggle slowly diminished and disappeared, and his flushed face turned purple.

Even the whites of his eyes rolled out.

Yuan Jing waved his hand indifferently and threw the fake Yantao in his hand as garbage.

"boom!"

The fake Yan Tao's back hit the wall, and a human-shaped depression was actually carved out of the wall.

Fresh air was breathed into his lungs again, and Fake Yantao breathed rapidly, feeling embarrassed all over.

Yuan Jing took a step back slightly.

He squinted over and his eyes fell on the fake Yan Tao who was covered in blood and lying limply on the ground.

Senhan's eyes were full of indifference and condescension: "You'd better not have another chance."

"I don't like people talking to me in this tone."

Yuan Jing's words were cold and devoid of any emotion.

The glance he had just glanced at the fake Yan Tao was as if he were looking at an ant.

There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

After a moment, Yuan Jing withdrew his gaze, looked back at Yan Tao who was sitting on the chair with a smile, and smiled brightly again: "Of course, except for my lord marshal."

Yan Tao lowered his eyes and met Yuan Jing's smiling eyes with fierce flashes of light.

She suddenly said: "I'm hungry."

There was silence in the air.

When the fake Yantao who had just stood up holding on to the wall seemed to be extremely surprised when he heard this, he staggered and fell to the ground again.

What time has it been!

Has this marshal not forgotten to eat? !

There was no surprise in Yuan Jing's eyes. Hearing this, he answered calmly: "What do you want to eat?"

"Ask Lao Jiang to do it for me."

As Young Master Yan spoke, he stretched out a lot, folded his hands and put them on his legs.

Magic sword Jiang.

Yan Tao's master.

The greatest chef in the empire.

A strange color flashed across Yuan Jing's eyes, and she nodded directly in response.

"I asked him to do it for you."

Jiang, the magic sword, is just a cook.

It's just a meal, and he still has that magnanimity.

Yuan Jing stood up straight and casually dusted off his military uniform.

Before he walked away, he glanced at Yan Tao with a faint look, his eyes deep: "Marshal, you'd better consider my words again."

"I still hope you can answer my question."

If you can't answer...

At that time, if it breaks up in one shot, the ending may not be what everyone wants to see.

Yuan Jing took a step forward and just reached the door of the main control room.

Just when his right foot landed on the ground, suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air came from all directions at the same time.

The invisible sword, packed with murderous intent, drove straight towards his heart!