Wanqi Yun said mechanically,"Luo Jun is the ninth Prince's man. He didn't seal our shoulder blades, he just made an illusion."
"Who's Luo Jun?"
"Imperial Dragon Holy guards."
After answering two questions in a row, the spirit lock technique in her mind was on the verge of exploding. She could only ask one last question.
He muttered to himself.
Xiao ran asked the main point,"do you have other plans in Beijing?"
"There are! It's in grandpa's hands. " Wanqi Yun said.
Bang! Bang!
As soon as she finished speaking, the spirit restricting art burst forth, and the destructive power destroyed her head, leaving behind a headless corpse. She had died a terrible death.
The Golden Book of Fate flipped to a page and started to record everything.
"You should die!" Wan ping 'an roared.
Seeing that Xiao ran was about to walk over, he thought of the method he used on wanqi Yun just now and felt a chill in his heart. He was afraid that he couldn't bear it.
