Chapter 575: Gift: Cut your hand or cut your foot (for ticket)

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"Congratulations to the princess, Princess Hexi! The fairy of the fairy is the princess, and will eventually return to the princess in your hand!"

Gong Qianxue couldn't help it anymore, Yang Tianxiao smiled: "Jun Muyan, Jun Muyan, it turned out to be you! I was escaped by you, but now, you can no longer escape my palm, I will definitely Your mother and son together refining the medicinal herbs to help me achieve the road to Qingyun. Hahahaha..."

"You... what are you talking about?!" Shen Jinglin seemed to understand her words at this time, and suddenly raised the voice. "What do you want to do to my sister and nephew?"

Gong Qianxue’s eyes slowly fell on Shen Jinglin’s body, and a corner of his mouth evoked a cruel smile. “Oh, Jun Muyan is now shrinking in the place of Ghost Valley. It’s also troublesome to catch her. I can’t see soft lure. It is better to send a gift to Jun Muyan directly."

Said, her hand flashed in the cold, a sword appeared in her palm, obliquely stroked in the position of Shen Jinglin's hands and feet, "You said, I cut the hand of Jun Muyan's favorite brother to give her a good past. Or is it better to cut your feet and send them in the past?"

"Oh, this way, it is better to cut it down and send it to the past. I believe that Jun Muyan will love it very much, and then I will come over!"

Shen Jinglin’s pupil suddenly shrank.

The Changyu and the ink campers who woke up to him were full of anger and wanted to rush over.

"Stop, don't hurt our son!"

That is the lady and the little master, they must protect the good people!

Gong Qianxue smiled disdainfully, and the sword fell.

But I saw a figure fluttering in desperation, blocking Shen Jinglin.

A soldier of the ink camp was cut from the heart to the chest and a long mouth, and the blood was splashed.

He did not reveal a trace of fear and despair, but looked back at the intact Shen Jinglin and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

"Ah--!!" Shen Jinglin issued a nearly crazy scream, struggling, trying to break free of the ropes bound by his body. "You have the ability to kill me! You killed me!"

Gong Qianxue casually licked the blood on the sword, and one foot will climb over and want to protect Shen Jinglin's ink camp soldiers to kick off, only smiled softly: "You are a gift I want to give to Jun Muyan, how can I just kill it?" Don't worry, just cut down your hands and feet, there are more doctors next to you, you will not let you die!"

"Pig and pigs are not as good as animals! You will be retributed!" Dr. Song and Chen Qingfeng looked at this scene, one by one, and wanted to rush out, but they were powerless.

They can only watch the sword of the palace Qian Xue fall to Shen Jinglin's hand.

Just then, a loud bang, a smog rising into the sky where several people stood.

Then, a white figure came in like a ghost, and quickly picked up Shen Jinglin on the ground and escaped.

"Who?!" Gong Qianxue screamed, his hand suddenly swayed, and the storm swept.

The white smoke was blown away by her.

But she and she looked, but only saw a white back.

Gong Qianxue gnashed his teeth and said: "Who is that? Why can I enter this palace?"

The black man standing next to Gong Qianxue said: "Princess, if you don't misunderstand it, it should be Bai Yichen."

"Bai Yichen?!" Gong Qianxue pulled out the three words from the lips and sneered.