A black insect that Xinglian pulled out of the bottle was the ten thousand Gu insects that were crawling on the shoulders of the Nongqin.

Qiao Ningxi's face turned pale. She wanted to struggle, but was tied tightly and could not move at all.

"I came from Django, but my insect is different from his. I fed it a lot of good things, stagnating its growth rate to the limit. Moreover, alkaline medicinal materials and salt water have no effect on it."

She smiled sinisterly and shook the little insect pulled out with mysterious spiritual power in her hand.

"Actually, I'm reluctant to put this bug on a bitch like you. Unfortunately, you threatened me. What I hate most is being threatened by this girl's growth so old. Thinking about it, you are my third sister at least, and giving it to you is not a big loss, don't you?"

Qiao Ningxi's face turned pale whenever she said anything. In the end, her face was bloodless. She was about to shout, but Lan Mang seemed to know her actions and immediately tied up her face, and the shouting was immediately blocked.

"Don't shout, no one will come to save you if you scream." Xing Lian shook his head and looked at the unconscious man on the ground with sympathy. "Thanks to your elder brother, he wants to bring the princess down to enjoy the flowers in this place. Of course, your bitch mother will not let anyone come and disturb you. She must have tried her best to stop the person entering the garden."

"You... Qiao Xinglian, I am your third sister!" Qiao Ningxi was almost scared to tears. The fifth-level mysterious spiritual power that she was proud of could not even exert any of the blue lights.

It turns out that the huge difference in strength between humans and monsters is so big.

"San Sister?" Xing Lian seemed to have heard the funnyest joke in the world, with joyful eyes and a naive girl. "When you bully and beat me up since childhood, do you remember you are my third sister? When you frame me, do you remember you are my third sister?"

However, this has nothing to do with her. The past that Qiao Xinglian has experienced in the past has passed. Now she is the brand new Qiao Xinglian, and what she wants to deal with is the one who makes her decisions.

"Even so! I have never taken your life!" Unwilling to be eaten by the ten thousand insects, Qiao Ningxi's nervous forehead was filled with cold sweat. The words he shouted at the top of his lungs became like mosquitoes under the cover of the blue light.

"No?" Xing Lian tilted his head. How could she remember that in the dark earth, she realized that the woman wanted to kill her very much at the moment when she was approaching her coma. If it weren't for her existence that had such a little effect, she might have reported it to the King of Hell now?

Too lazy to talk nonsense to her anymore, Xing Lian clasped his hands together and formed a seal technique. The whole group of light surrounded the ten thousand insects.

The Wan Guworm, who was originally sleeping, moved slightly and became obviously awake.

"No...No..." Qiao Ningxi widened her eyes in horror, looking at the dark brown insect in front of her, sweat fell down her cheeks, and her forehead was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Xiao Xing'er, can you control the ten thousand insects?"

Jing Yue stared at the dark bug in front of her and rubbed her goosebumps all over her body.

As far as she knows, these ten thousand insects are an ancient witchcraft in Xinze Kingdom. Perhaps only the people in that clan can learn this ability.

Xing Lian looked back at her with a smile, but did not answer, but just threw ten thousand insects into Qiao Ningxi's chest with the mysterious spiritual power.
Chapter completed!