Zheng Xiong’s eyes widened when he saw Hei Xinjiu. Previously, he chased after Yun Chujiu for a long time, but in the end, he strangely discovered that there was only a set of clothes from the primeval sword sect on the ground. Where was she?
He did not know that Hei Xinjiu used the great void mystic realm to escape from her shell. The person who had been leading Zheng Xiong in circles was Gouwei Bacao, who was wearing Hei Xinjiu’s clothes.
Due to the lush vegetation in the forest and Zheng Xiong’s eagerness to chase after her, he did not see any flaws at all.
Zheng Xiong stared at Yun Chujiu coldly. “Where do you think you’re Going? B * Tch, I didn’t expect you to be so scheming. It’s a pity that you’re destined to die here today.”
Yun chujiu changed from her previous flattery and said righteously, “Since I’ve made it clear, there’s no need for me to be coy with you anymore.
