Doctor Nine

Chapter 623 A Level [-] Spiritual Artifact Burned!

what?
Punish her spirit weapon?

Yuan Qinglian almost thought that he had auditory hallucinations, otherwise how could there be such unimaginable and funny words?

As soon as Lu Jiuque finished speaking, a black kitten suddenly jumped out from the darkness, bit the net in Yuan Qinglian's hand, and threw it towards Lu Jiuque.

"Lu Jiuque! What are you doing!" Yuan Qinglian's heart skipped a beat, and she screamed in panic, her eyes were filled with resentment, "Lu Jiuque! How dare you snatch my spirit weapon! You want to die! "

Di Shifang frowned in displeasure, raised his hand to take the net, wanted to crush it directly, but finally handed it to Lu Jiuque.

Lu Jiuque raised his hand at Yuan Qinglian, a small cluster of bright flames danced around her fingertips, outlining her face extraordinarily coquettishly.

But seeing her hooked her lips evilly, she sneered and said: "What are you doing? Yes, it's a pity, a pity, who told you to make a mistake?"

Seeing Lu Jiuque's expression, Yuan Qinglian panicked for no reason.

She rushed forward, stretched out her hand to snatch her spirit weapon, and shouted angrily: "You... what nonsense are you talking about! Give me back my spirit weapon!"

It's just that he hasn't gotten close yet, but he saw a small spark from Lu Jiuque's fingertips flashing, and a trace of it quietly splashed on Yuan Qinglian's spiritual weapon.

Immediately afterwards, a scene happened that made Yuan Qinglian want to tear his eyes apart.

The fourth-level spiritual weapon that Yuan Bei had smelted for a long time, the fourth-level spiritual weapon that had helped her win countless battles, was burned to slag by this flame little by little! ?

"Stab, stab—"

The speed of the melting of the net was even faster than the fireworks, and Elder Sanqing, Wang Fangbing, Hu Jia, Han Chengyu and all the disciples were all stunned!

That's a level four spirit weapon!

Did Lu Jiuque catch fire? !

This, this... What kind of monster flame is this!
Yuan Qinglian was already trembling with fright at this scene, her mind went blank, she couldn't care about anything, and roared hysterically.

"No! Let me go! My web! My web!"

"Lu Jiuque! Why are you!"

"Damn it, that's my spiritual weapon!"

"Lu Jiuque, I'm going to kill you!"

……

Lu Jiuque raised his hand and let the net dissipate into a wisp of dust. Yuan Qinglian had already rushed in front of Aoshuang. At this time, Han Chengyu took the initiative to stand up, stopped Yuan Qinglian, and gritted his teeth: "Enough! Yuan Qinglian! The three senior brothers have never seen you so sad when they died, in your eyes, we are no better than a fourth-level spiritual weapon?"

"Get lost!" Yuan Qinglian slapped Han Chengyu hard on the face, his face was hideous like a ghost, "What are you! How can you compare to my fourth-level spiritual weapon! Lu Jiuque! How dare you destroy it, I want you to die!"

The corner of Han Chengyu's mouth was bleeding from the beating, but he didn't take half a step back. His eyes were filled with anger, and he still blocked Yuan Qinglian firmly, growling like a wounded beast: "What do we think of you? A pawn or a tool! What right do you have to play with people? Feelings? Hypocritical, extremely disgusting, look at your face now, it makes people sick!"

Yuan Qinglian was so angry that her small face twisted, she raised her right hand and slapped Han Chengyu again, shouting angrily, "Get lost!"

　Oops, I'm so sleepy while writing an update... the bottle will be closed for a while, and I will continue tomorrow...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)