Chapter 345: The King of Poison Fighting Seven

See, the time is coming.

Outside, the Poison King's face suddenly turned cold.

A young man in red came down from the sky in a wheelchair, so beautiful that he was not like a mortal.

The Poison King actually had sex, and he couldn't help drooling at Ji Jue's glamorous and enchanting face.

"Boy, are you willing to take the old husband as your teacher?"

"You don't deserve it." Ji Jue's face was gloomy: "Can you see a woman in purple?"

"Women? All the women I saw on the road were murdered. I know which one you're talking about? Red, purple, white, and blue? It seems like there are all of them."

Poison King Bailihui has been conceited all his life, how can he stand Ji Jue's tone, and he recognizes it casually.

Nangong Yulian recognized Ji Jue, but she didn't want Ji Jue to kill Bailihui, so that her shame would be buried forever.

So she didn't explain it at all, and even made it worse by saying, "Master Poison King likes beautiful women the most, especially the coquettish and coquettish one like Feng Xingying."

She was deliberately trying to make Ji Jue mistakenly think that the Poison King had killed Feng Xingying.

"Yes, you still know me." The Poison King was scratched by Feng Xingying in Nangong Yulian's mouth.

"If you touch her, I'll let you pay for it!" Ji Jue's face floated a layer of frost, and he threw a huge water polo.

Poison King, Poison King, to be called a king, he must first be a king, the king of the spirit king.

He was called the Poison King because he was a spirit king who was good at using poison. If he waits for him to advance to the Spirit Sect, he will be the Poison Sect.

It's just that the Poison King has a physical disadvantage, and I am afraid that he will not be able to advance to the Poison Sect in his entire life.

But he stayed at the king level long enough, and his strength was unfathomable.

The most terrifying thing is that he is covered in poison.

Ji Jue fought against him, but fortunately, there was a mantou, an omniscient cat, who had a rare chance to cheer up and help him swallow the poisonous mist, otherwise Ji Jue would have already lost.

But the poison king poisoned, how could there be only one way?

Even his powerful water spirit power is already full of venom.

You can tell the difference from the color.

Also a water spirit king, Ji Jue's water is clear and light blue, as bright as a clear sky.

The poison king's water is black, to be precise, black and green mixed with a hint of dark red, and the smell makes people nauseous.

Under this situation, Ji Jue was soon at a disadvantage.

After all, the steamed bun is still small, and it does not dare to directly swallow the spiritual power of a Spirit King! Wouldn't that kill her?

Feng Xingying did not dare to delay.

She suddenly appeared, pulled Ji Jue and withdrew: "Follow me, go save Feng Xingying."

This sentence really worked.

Ji Jue was no longer in love with the fight, and with a wave of his hand, forced back the attack of the Poison King, stretched out his arms to hold Feng Xingying, and retreated quickly.

He didn't want to hug a man either, but he couldn't.

His wheelchair is a magic weapon that can fly and accelerate. If he wants to run with this kid, he can only hold him first. Then put it next to your wheelchair.

Fortunately, Ji Jue's wheelchair was big enough for two people to sit side by side, just a little squeezed, but they could still sit down.

Feng Xingying has been on a plane, a flying beast, and this is the first time in a flying chair!

"Sheshengya!" Feng Xingying said quickly, feeling Ji Jue's breath was unsteady.

Even the steamed buns didn't dare to disturb the master anymore, and obediently lay on Feng Xingying's lap begging for a hug.

If you are tired of others, you can't be tired of your master!

Feng Xingying picked up the cat and touched her fat, fluffy head affectionately.

This is her white jade civet, the only relic left by her parents.

Why didn't she feel that steamed buns feel so good and the breath is so comfortable?

As if feeling Feng Xingying's enthusiasm, Mantou shyly twisted his bloated body.