Luo Ying'er couldn't say why she had this kind of intuition, because he knew very well that although there were many cases where intuition was accurate,... things like intuition were often based on some rough theoretical basis.
.
For example, if you feel intuitively about something, it must be the coordination of your thoughts and other arrangements that give you a general direction.
but......
Han Sanqian can win, but this is an intuition without any warning.
After Luo Jin was stunned for a moment, he smiled softly and said, "I'm afraid this is not intuition, but your wishful thinking?"
Luo Ying'er wanted to explain and refute, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them out at all, because when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't tell whether it was intuition or so-called wishful thinking.
"Han Sanqian, there is no winning point, I can't even see it at all." Luo Jin shook his head in distress: "Ying'er, although you are extremely smart, your father has always been very optimistic about your intelligence and trusts your judgment.
, you also know this. However, this time, your judgment...may be too eccentric."
All along, because Luo Jin knew that his daughter was smart, no matter what decision Luo Ying'er made, even some of the decisions seemed unbelievable, he was his daughter's staunch supporter.
This is not only the love of a father, but more importantly, the trust in Luo Ying'er's ability.
Only this time, he chose to go in the opposite direction.
Luo Ying'er didn't have any emotional fluctuations, and she could understand her father's decision.
"Father, I understand."
As soon as the two father and daughter finished speaking, Han Sanqian, who had been surrounded by eight people in the sky, was now entangled in eight spells and was in complete pain.
The eight attacks tightly wrapped around his body, binding him like eight ropes, but also whipping him like eight iron whips.
Even after Han Sanqian became possessed, the demonic energy took over everything in his body and the pain almost disappeared, but the pain was still so painful that Han Sanqian almost grimaced.
The violent demonic energy surged outside his body because of the excessive pain in his body, and the top of the sky seemed to become low and dim due to its influence.
"Brothers, he is dying."
"Humph, Han Sanqian, you are nothing more than that."
"Everyone says that Han Sanqian is extremely powerful, but in our hands, it's just a matter of one round."
"The Eight Demons are against the sky. You, Han Sanqian, are not even worthy of being in heaven. What qualifications do you have to resist?"
Led by the special envoy, the eight people were now very proud, and their eyes looking at Han Sanqian were full of disdain and ridicule.
"If we had known it was so simple, why would we have wasted our troops and kept attacking for a long time? If only eight of us had gone forward, everything would have been settled long ago."
"yes."
"Okay, it will be a long night and many dreams. Everyone, please work with me to kill Han Sanqian!"
The special envoy shouted, and the eight people immediately exerted their strength again. Suddenly, the light of the spells tied to Han Sanqian by each person began to change dramatically.
The light that was originally red turned into blood red in an instant. The light that was originally blue also turned into sky blue in an instant.
Han Sanqian, who was in the center, was completely in pain among the eight rays of light.
"Ah, ah, ah!"
Han Sanqian roared in pain, and his tragic voice almost echoed throughout Yetian City.
Although they have never experienced that kind of pain, everyone who heard this sound can imagine how uncomfortable Han Sanqian was.
Although Scar and Hai Jin were all guarding their posts at this time, when they heard the sound, they all couldn't help but want to rush over to help.
However, Han Sanqian had orders, and the three walls they were guarding were invaded by enemies.
Because Pei Mu's side of the defense was the weakest, Scar was also here to provide support. If Pei Mu hadn't been holding him back, Scar would have already rushed over to help Han Sanqian, given his character.
"Damn it, the alliance leader is so miserable, but we...we...can't do anything to help him. The so-called polar bear army is nothing but a disgrace!"
Pei Mu gritted his teeth and said, "Stop talking. I, as a disciple, am far more miserable and angry than you. However, I swear, I will practice hard in the future. I don't want this kind of situation to happen again."
"Yes, if we can survive this time, I, Scar, swear to God, this is the last time. After I go back, even if I practice until I vomit every day, I will definitely wash away the shame of today!"
While the two were talking, suddenly, the sky seemed to collapse...
