Boss, She is Unparalleled

   Chapter 807 Dark fragrance strikes (31)

   Meng Ji is a member of the Protoss.

   When Jiang Yu first saw the white woman standing on the top of the clock tower, he knew the identity of the other party.

   It seems that Jiang Li was seriously injured by her.

   Either the cultivation base is damaged, or it is on the verge of becoming ancient.

   To discover her whereabouts so quickly.

   Jiang Yu pressed the brim of his hat and walked unhurriedly in the snow that was as deep as his ankles.

  Because of the war between the werewolf clan and the blood clan, there were basically no people on the streets of Wucheng.

   Most of them hid at home to avoid the war from affecting Chiyu.

  Without pedestrians and vehicles, the snow on the streets has no chance to melt away.

   Jiang Yu was on the snow, making a slight creaking sound.

   A beam of white light came oncoming.

   Jiang Yu looked up.

   The light group became more and more enlarged in Jiang Yu's black and white pupils.

   Jiang Yu didn't hide, and raised his hand slowly.

   Thin white fingertips stroked an arc in the air.

  The beam of light was suddenly forced to change its trajectory and smashed into the snow not far from Jiang Yu.

  In the suburbs, the sky is full of snow.

   At first glance, they are all white, except for Jiang Yu, which is black.

   and a two-meter deep pit at the foot.

   "Jiang, Yu." The woman's voice sounded in the vast space, soft and murderous.

   Jiang Yu didn't look up, only glanced at the sleeves that were splashed with snowflakes, raised his hand casually, and brushed it off.

  Tsk, how rude.

   is really a little thing taught by He Xuan.

   I don’t know how high the sky is.

   After cleaning the snow off his sleeves, Jiang Yu raised his head lazily and looked into the air.

   The woman is still in a white robe, as if to blend in with the snow white behind her.

   looks holy, but inside is already rotten and smelly.

   The realm of the gods should have exchanged blood.

   Jiang Yu murmured softly.

   "Injuring the ancient god's mansion should be punished by 1,582 heavenly thunders."

   "Aunt Xuan is kind and doesn't care, but that doesn't mean I don't care."

   Meng Ji caressed the snake head raised on her forearm, her eyes full of malice.

   is really a failure of the gods.

   It's up to her to clean up this failure.

  Jiang Yu was too lazy to listen to her babbling non-stop there, making a lot of noise.

   Don't know that the villain died too much?

   "Meng Ji?"

   "Oh? You know my name?"

  Jiang Yu cannot deny, Meng Ji, a dream maker in the realm of the gods.

   can not only create dreams, but also use dreams to interfere with each other.

  It’s not a good thing anyway.

   Jiang Yu raised his hand and made a fist gesture.

   Originally standing in mid-air, Meng Ji, who was aloof, was pulled down.

   fell a fart.

   A large snowflake was splashed.

   After a while, Jiang Yu moved his footsteps and disappeared in place in an instant.

   The suppressed Meng Ji, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground, was casting a spell to break the restriction, when someone strangled her neck.

   Unsteady, Meng Ji fell backwards.

   hit his back **** the snow.

  Jiang Yu moved his knuckles and slammed his right fist on it.

   Snowflakes splashed on Jiang Yu's black coat.

  The ultimate purity and the ultimate chaos are intertwined with each other.

   outlines an extremely distorted picture.

   Meng Ji's face was smashed to pieces.

  The divine body has the power to regenerate.

   In just a moment, Meng Ji's face bones returned to their original shape.

  Jiang Yu didn't care that Meng Ji came from her body, knelt down on one knee in front of Meng Ji, and held Meng Ji firmly with her left hand.

   The right hand formed into a fist shape and smashed it down one punch at a time.

   "I haven't looked for you yet, but you have come to look for me?" Jiang Yu's voice was extremely cold, but he didn't show any excess emotion.

   One punch after another, Jiang Yu still did not lose his demeanor, as if he was doing something extremely elegant.

   "Knowing Lao Tzu's current status, how dare you come to provoke him?"

   (end of this chapter)