Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 797 Thumb boy (30)

A wicked smile flashed in Sang Jian's eyes.

Suddenly, she rushed to the scepter at the fastest speed, and a big claw lifted the scepter away, and it flew to the corner and hit the wall before stopping.

The witch cannot perform magic without a staff.

She couldn't take such a big scepter away, so she could only get it slowly.

Under the angry eyes of the witch, Sang Jian returned to the original place, dragged the roster on the ground and ran out of the house.

"I must have skinned you today!"

While roaring, the witch walked towards the corner and picked up her scepter.

When chasing him out, he saw Sang Jian dragging the roster running towards the fire that hadn't been extinguished.

"Dead mouse, come back to me!"

The witch raised her scepter and muttered incomprehensible spells.

Click!

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck Sang Jian.

The light of the thunder and lightning flashed into Sang Jian's eyes, but Sang Jian didn't react for a while, and abruptly caught the thunder and lightning.

The roster that she was dragging was heavy, but before she could let go, she was dragged by the weight of the roster, and was chopped.

She couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground and turned somersaults.

hiss……

Damn, this thing still hurts!
Even so, her other hand did not let go.

Protect Hua Nu and his natal ball to death.

Hua Nu poked her head out of her tiger's mouth, worried, "Are you alright?"

Although I was a little suspicious that this ugly thing came to save him and still had bad intentions, but I was still a little worried when I saw her being bullied by a witch.

"It's fine if we can't destroy it, let's run first, anyway, my natal ball is already here." Hua Nu said.

That roster has definitely been a bit of a drag.

"We will never come to this place again. All the things that should be destroyed must be destroyed."

Sang Jian got up from the ground.

"..." Hua Nu stared at her blankly.

What does not coming back mean?
She's not going to hand him over to the witch, is she?
Without giving Hua Nu any time to think, the witch behind her strode to catch up.

He immediately reminded: "Go!"

Sang Jian continued to drag the roster and ran away without looking back.

Ah... the human body is still good.

When it becomes this kind of thing, you can't hit it, you can only make a hole for nothing.

Having said that, didn't Yiyuan say that the world is safe?
Safety shit!
Sang Jian complained fiercely in her heart.

Seeing that she was still dying, the witch snorted coldly and said, "You have rough skin and thick flesh. Let me see if you can take the second trick!"

She raised the scepter again, chanting an incantation.

Sang Jian glanced back at her, then turned back immediately.

Seeing the raging fire in front of him, Sang Jian used all his strength to throw the roster in his hand into the fire.

"Without this book, I see what kind of old witch you will pretend to be in the future!"

The fire instantly devoured the roster.

The witch's eyes were on fire, but she finished the spell anyway.

With a click, another bolt of lightning struck Sang Jian.

"Get out of the way!" Hua Nu shouted anxiously.

Just after shouting these words, Hua Nu felt her body vacated, as if being loosened by an ugly thing...

He fell to the ground holding the natal ball.

Fortunately, there are some dead branches and rotten leaves on the ground, but it doesn't hurt.

Hua Nu thought that Sang Jian was injured again, so she struggled to get up while holding the natal ball.

Suddenly, the natal ball was taken away.

Before he could react, a soft little hand grabbed him and led him to run away.

The natal ball blocked Hua Nu's complete sight. He followed his hand and saw a small hand about his own size, white and tender, and then his body wrapped in a piece of rotten cloth...

Who is this...
(End of this chapter)