As she laughed, a corpse wrapped in black gas slowly fell from the grass Dragon frame that occupied the entire house.
"It hurts ... It hurts ..."
Shen Jinfeng's face was revealed. His body was wrapped in black gas like a cocoon, and he could not break free.
The little face that was revealed was full of pain, but at the same time, she still cried out in pain, "
"H-houshan, hurry up and leave ..."
This scene made Wu Zhao's heart feel like it was being cut by a knife, and the old Daoist clenched his fists.
In the next moment, Shen Jinfeng's expression changed, and it suddenly turned into song qingxiao's.
"You're right ..."
The child's face was still filled with pain, but the tone of her voice had changed to that of a woman's.
I don't have the face to see anyone, but your face is not bad, so I'll borrow it ...
The black Qi on the grass Dragon was like silk, growing longer and longer.
