After Mi August calmed down, he did not return to Yinhuan Headquarters, but planned to change his image and go directly to Miaomiao Mountain.
The change came suddenly.
High-level spiritual pressure enveloped her.
This deliberate pressure full of malice shattered the layers of spells that appeared on Mi August’s body instantly, evaporating as easily as white snow meets boiling water, the surface skin cracked, and the bones inside let out an overwhelmed wailing.
A number of thoughts instantly appeared in Mi August’s heart, and the magic energy transformed under the hood also disappeared under the pressure of this targeted spirit, revealing a gentle and beautiful man’s face.
——Under the trick, she also has a layer of regular insurance.
“Oh, the trick of carving insects.”
The sound came from above.
Mi August looked up.
The high-level spiritual master stood in the air, his cold gaze scraping on her face.
The low-level rules were broken by the opponent at a glance.
Come on in March!
The true face belonging to Mi August himself was exposed to the eyes of the high-level spiritual master.
The high-ranking spiritual master sneered: “It really is you.”
One sentence shows that the purpose of the other party is her.
Under the pressure of the high-level spirit, Mi August’s mouth and nose were bleeding one after another, but she did not panic.
If this high-level spiritual master would kill with one blow when he came, she would have more trouble dealing with it.Now the other party obviously doesn’t plan to kill her directly, but has a plan to humiliate her.
also.
In the eyes of the high-level spiritual master, she is just an ant at the peak of the second star, and she doesn’t even need to use her hands. Spiritual pressure alone can make her miserable.
Now that the disguise has expired, Mi Qingfang raised his head generously and showed his whole face looking at the strange high-level spiritual master, “I have no grudges with my predecessors.”
The high-level spiritual master seemed to have guessed that she would say this, “The elves at the auction yesterday felt familiar.”
Mi Yuefuzhi said, “It’s you.”
The gaze of the high-level spiritual master nailed to her seemed to penetrate her, not looking at a person, but an object that could be split and reorganized at will.
Mi August thought for a while and explained: “I did get something similar from a bad person by accident, but I don’t know what it does.If the senior wants it, I can offer it with both hands.”