Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 640: : Bewitched (three) complement three

Changpu's face changed slightly, just about to turn around, a sharp sword was suddenly placed on his neck!

The cold tip of the sword was tightly against Changpu's neck, and a murderous voice sounded in his ears.

"Let the monster clan stop attacking, otherwise, you will die with everyone here."

Changpu shook his whole body suddenly, and he didn't feel any breath approaching at all!

Song Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief, standing beside Changpu, watching the monsoon smoke that appeared behind Changpu at some unknown time.

When did she show up?

He didn't even notice it at all!

"Monsoon Smoke! You..."

"Shut up." Ji Fengyan glanced at Song Yuan coldly.

Changpu suppressed the shock under his eyes, and then chuckled: "General Ji is really stubborn. Is it really good to put your soldiers on the battlefield like this? You are still so stubborn to kill me."

A coldness flashed through Monsoon Yan’s eyes, she sneered and said: "Catch the thieves first, capture the king first, it is common for soldiers."

Changpu shrugged indifferently, "Even if you kill me, your people can't escape. With so many high-level monster races, you can't escape."

Monsoon smoke said: "You are right, killing you now has no effect, but... what if you are still alive?"

The look of the calamus changed slightly.

"What do you mean?"

Monsoon Yan smiled and said: "You don't want to die? Look at you, you can order so many high-level monsters, the identity should not be simple? I want to know, is your life more valuable or this People in the city are more valuable."

"Do you want to use me as a hostage?" Changpu was taken aback for a moment, and then sneered: "Does General Ji think things too simple..."

The calamus was not finished, but the evil sword that Monsoon smoke pressed against his neck tightened a bit. The sharp blade directly cut the skin of the calamus’ neck. It was just a slight abrasion, but the wound was There was a sharp pain like burning flames.

Under the severe pain, Changpu's face suddenly became extremely pale, and cold sweat leaked from his forehead.

"How do I know if I don’t try it? I forgot to tell you that my sword is called Poxiejian. If you don’t follow the demon thing Tianke, I can only use it to greet you and let you suffer. Torture and die."

Monsoon Smoke's eyes narrowed slightly~IndoMTL.com~ and then continued: "Don't your demons never care about the life and death of the same clan? Now, do you want your life, or insist on our life as a human?" /

Changpu's face became more and more ugly. He didn't pay attention to how the monsoon smoke approached. It was too late when the monsoon smoke appeared.

Obviously, what Monsoon Smoke said is true. If they can't get out of Pingcheng alive today, then... Changpu must be buried with everyone.

Song Yuan looked tense on the side, looked at Monsoon Smoke in an unsatisfactory manner, and quietly touched the sharp sword on his waist with one hand.

As soon as Song Yuan touched the hilt of the sword, the sound of Monsoon Smoke suddenly sounded.

"Song Yuan, you'd better not act rashly, otherwise after I kill him by mistake, you will be the next one." After all, Monsoon Yan glanced at Song Yuan and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Kill you, I use the most One trick."

Song Yuan's body froze fiercely, and the hand holding the hilt tightened tightly. Even if he didn't want to admit it, what Monsoon Smoke said was true, not to mention that he hadn't used force for a long time and injured another one. The legs are the heyday, and I am afraid that they are not suitable for Monsoon Smoke's opponent.