The opponent is so cautious, how can he release water.
Naturally, it is necessary to kill more freely and vividly.
——Nuclear goodness from the Shadow King.
For many consecutive days, Yin Shijun, who was mentioned by Shang Zhongsheng, has lived as ‘subtle’ as Shang Zhongsheng commented since leaving the customs.
First, we dealt with the death of the stowaway on the first line of the mist, and the loss of control of the blockade of the mist.The days that followed were not necessarily clean. News continued to come from the Yinhuan Branch. A secret hand targeted them. In a short period of time, they had looted several sources of goods, losing not only resources, but also manpower.
With the strength of this secret hand, the people in the sub-mansion are not opponents at all, and they have to be dealt with by the general mansion.
You chased me and hid, and it took a lot of time and energy to find people.
Due to the identity and strength of the opponent’s Venerable, Yinhuan Mansion did not want to directly come up and end the feud, so he half invited and half held people to the general Mansion.
“Yin Sang.”Tie Fengling’s face became cold when she saw the female spirit master, “It’s you.””
Yin Sang, the ‘poisonous Raksha’, comes from the forest land in the southwest, a plain full of swamps, vegetation and poisonous insects.
Cuixia Valley, located in Fan Changtian, is considered a paradise compared to it.
Yin Sang raised her eyebrows provocatively, then glanced at the others, and saw Yin Shijun sitting there, his eyes suddenly opened, his smile was bright and brilliant, and the fragrance floated on him like a breeze.
“Lang Jun, why don’t you send me a message when you are out of customs.I knew you were here, what else am I running, I must have come to see you early.”
Tie Fengling sneered coldly.
Sure enough, before Yin Sangren met Yin Shijun, he was blocked outside by his secret cronies.
The two sides passed a few kills.
Until Yin Shijun’s cold voice sounded, “Poison Raksha, why did you steal the secret words of the Mirage of the Mist and stop the caravan that looted Yinhuan Mansion.””
Yin Sang looked at him plaintively, as if he had seen a guilty man.
Yin Shijun was unmoved, while Tie Fengling laughed even more.
Yin Sang felt bored, lifted his hair, all the sadness disappeared, and said with a smile: “I thought you knew the reason very well.”
She looked at Tie Fengling first.
Tie Fengling didn’t talk to her.
If Yin Shijun is still in retreat, she still needs to spend some effort with this poisonous girl Xu and the snake, disgusting both the other party and herself.But now it’s different. Yin Shijun’s temperament happens to be the best to deal with people like Yin Sang.
“Don’t talk nonsense!”