Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes blurred and someone had already grabbed his throat. (⊙﹏⊙⊙﹏⊙)
A cold voice sounded: "Damn it, how dare you hurt her?!"
The hand holding his throat was bone-chilling, like an iron pliers, almost cutting off his breathing.
This figure seems to appear suddenly.[
There were so many people in the hall, and no one noticed where he came from.
Ye Xuanji finally saw this man's appearance clearly, she couldn't help but open her eyes wide, and blurted out: "Mo Yuncong!"
The person who suddenly appeared was Mo Yuncong, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
He was wearing a white robe that was not silk and leather, and his features were picturesque.
The long eyelashes are like butterfly wings, trembling slightly.
A pair of eyes as red as glass gems, combined with a face as white as ice and snow, looks elegant and strange.
His fingers were as long and white as jade, and as cold as jade. He rubbed the neck of King Huanglong and said coolly: "Don't hurt her, no one is allowed to hurt her..."
Ye Xuanji's heart almost sank as deep as the bottom of a lake.
Red-eyed zombie!
A kind of zombie that is close to rivaling the magic power of immortals!
Seize the opportunity of creation of heaven and earth, not afraid of sunlight and all sacred things.
He knows magic, possesses past life memories, has great wisdom, and acts like ordinary people.
It can fly to the sky, escape from the ground, see shadows quickly, and its body is like a diamond.
It can deceive people's minds. It can absorb other people's great supernatural powers through the magic of charm. Its cultivation ability is similar to that of a demon...
Legend has it that this kind of zombie needs to practice for thousands of years before it can succeed by chance.
Mo Yuncong has only been dead for more than a month at best. How could he become a zombie with red eyes?
Is this him?
He has a strong dark aura about him, and he even has a smile on his face.
It’s just this smile that makes people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.[
He Yunyan's face turned pale as death in an instant, and he stood there with his eyes wide open.
When the guards saw that their king had fallen into the hands of others, they naturally refused to give up and shouted: "Let your Majesty go!"