Ying stared at him silently, trying to see the fear in the other person's expression --- because she was using her real face. If the other person was from within the company, it would be impossible not to recognize her as a "technical director" and part-time job.
CEO’s Daughter”.
However, this undead lord was tied majestically among the vines, with a pair of will-o'-the-wisp eyes staring blankly at him - if he wasn't pretending well, he really didn't recognize himself.
So, who is he?
However, Ying is not in the mood to meddle in this nosy right now - her thoughts are basically on the other "Zongzi".
He glanced over and focused on the cold-faced knight of an ice cube man with an expressionless face. His shadow eyes flickered, and many thoughts flashed through his head - what should I do next?
To tease him?
Or let him go?
"...What are you looking at?" Wuwang frowned in disgust. The other person's gaze that kept lingering on his face made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
"Look at you." Ying replied calmly. Under the pointed wizard hat, a pair of deep black eyes met the other person's cold gaze without fear, "I think you look funny when you look like this."
Wuwang's face turned cold, still expressionless, but there was a little more anger in his heart. He clenched his fists a little tighter, and the muscles in his arms bulged a little, making the vines tighter.
embedded in the skin.
"...The more you try to break away, the tighter it will be." Ying Mo said with a calm expression, but his mood started to get a little bad because he didn't expect that he would have such disgusting eyes and attitude when they met for the first time.
treat her.
This is worse than the "coldness" imagined.
The heavy heart made Ying's tone no better. In order to cover up her disappointment, her tone became colder and colder, "Aren't you convinced? But you were subdued by me with just one move. This is a fact."
"Witch, you were just a sneak attack." Windmill on the side said calmly, looking over with some contempt, "Women are women after all, and they are used to using such despicable methods."
"You talk too much." Ying's anger and bad mood were suddenly transferred to this annoying undead lord. Ying raised a hand and smiled faintly, "It seems that I have to find a way to shut you up.
That’s it.”
With just a thought and movement, the vines on the windmill moved again, this time spiraling upward and wrapping around his neck and head, as if they wanted to wrap him up like a "mummy".
"Damn woman! How dare you treat a lord like this!" Before Windmill let out an angry roar, his head was completely wrapped in vines.
Ying snorted in displeasure, "Don't let me find out who you are! You are so arrogant when you break the rules, so I'll give you a small punishment!"
Ying, who was sitting on the broomstick, clicked his fingers, and several vines grew one by one. The feet of the windmill were hanging upside down in mid-air. The windmill was hanging upside down, roaring "Uh-huh-", but could not break free.
Control of vines.
"You...don't go too far." Wuwu said coldly, a cluster of red flames flashed in his eyes, and his whole body began to emit a faint red light, so faint that no one could detect it.
"You are a prisoner like him and have no right to speak." Ying floated a little closer, with an arrogant smile on his face, "So, you'd better put away your fierce gaze and be careful.
He is still miserable."
"...Not necessarily!!" Following Wuwang's cold shout, the muscles in his arms suddenly exploded, and with a huge force, he broke all the vines with a "bang", "Ah!" Ying said in surprise.
She whispered, but before she could react, among the broken vine leaves, the tall black figure took a step forward and grabbed her neck with a ferocious expression!!
"Wuwang, you!!" Ying looked at the other party's strange eyes that turned red in surprise. He tried to struggle, but was unable to do so as he was grabbed by the neck and pulled off the broomstick.
"I never hit a woman before." Wuwang grabbed Ying's chest clothes with one hand, clenched his fist tightly, and a murderous chuckle appeared on his lips, "Today I broke the precept."
A "boom" punch hit Ying's chin. The wizard and his broomstick were knocked away together, and fell heavily to the ground. A red character of "-3789" appeared on his head. Then he directly
The red light turned into a coffin.
Wizards are inherently fragile professions. Of course they cannot withstand such an angry blow.
With a burst of white light, the coffin was teleported away, and at the same time, the plant barrier that had lost the owner's control was also lifted. The undead lord fell to the ground in a somewhat embarrassed state, covering his neck and still coughing. He was really strangled just now.
"Hey!" Wuwang came over and threw a halberd into Windmill's arms. He said coldly with an expressionless face, "The flies are gone, let's continue now."
"You guy..." Windmill stood up holding the halberd, frowning helplessly, "Human, you are really arrogant to a certain extent."
"I just don't like the fight to be interrupted. Let's deal with you quickly this time, come on." Wuwang pointed the purple spear in his hand unceremoniously.
"Hey." Fengche snorted coldly, but a smile appeared on his lips, "Then let's start!!" With a low roar, he jumped up and attacked!!
***
And at this time.
His eyes returned to the hot desert south of Sand City. Under the pyramid, in the copy of Death City, a group of people were also still fighting.
"You're almost out of blood!" Someone shouted from behind the stone pillar not far away, "Come back quickly!"
In the center of the huge tomb, a certain wizard was stepping on a broomstick to avoid the attacks of the "Little Pharaoh Boss". Although he looked very embarrassed, he still managed to roar, "I know, leave me alone!"
"Master, he seems to have run out of healing potion." Dingdang frowned.
"Holy light, use your gentleness..." The little female priest had automatically started to sing the "Light Healing Technique" on the side, and someone interrupted her, "Rourou, don't do the treatment, prepare for the 'Nirvana' resurrection technique.
