The ginger silk pulled out the willows that turned from green to red and from red to black, and penetrated them towards the spiritual armor, lifted him up from his knees and fixed him on the huge tree behind him.

Ling Zi groaned, her face, which was five or sixty-sixth to Ling Yan, was covered with tears, and she was stained with pain in her eyes. She begged for mercy: "Master, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't betray my tribe members, I shouldn't betray you, and I shouldn't let Ling Yan die so early."

"I don't want it either, master, really I don't want it either. It's them... As long as I betray you and the tribe members, they will find a way to make me have a companion..."

"I lived alone and lived 2,000 years old and wanted to have a companion. I really don't want to be lonely. I just want to have a companion who talks to me, that's all."

Jiang Si listened to his eloquent tongue and never repent. She tried her best to argue and asked him with a smile: "Lingzi, do you still remember telling you that if you either kill me or you can't kill me, I will chop you up and tear you into pieces, and burn it as firewood?"

The spiritual braces were colluded with smoke and willows, fixed on the tree, blood flowed, and his mental power was suppressed. There was no chance of counterattack. He shivered and trembled, and his fearful limbs were cold, wanting to become a tree, because suppressing his mental power made him unable to become a tree.

"I was wrong..." Lingqi tried his best to live shamelessly: "Master, don't kill me, don't chop me, Lingyan... Lingyan he hopes me to live well, hopes I will live well."

"You killed me, just to go against Lingyan. Lingyan has been waiting for you for more than 3,000 years and died for you. How could you kill me who only hopes to live well?"

Jiang Si showed a bloodthirsty and cruel smile, holding Yan Liu's hand and slashed downwards, directly pulling the spirit downwards.

A long bloody cut was drawn from the body of the spiritual vein, which was deep and could see the bones, and blood was splattered everywhere, but it did not splash on the ginger silk.

Ling Zi grinned in pain, her whole body trembled and shivered. Life was worse than death, and she suffered endless pain.

After the ginger silk was scratched, the spirit was gathered into the dagger and cut it on his face.

"ah!"

The spirit made a shrill cry, and the scream echoed in the primeval forest, alarming the birds and beasts sleeping deep in the primeval forest.

Shredded ginger peeled off a layer of meat from his face.

The peeled layer of flesh left his face and turned into a thin piece of mahogany.

Ginger held the thin mahogany chips, stretched out his hand and the flames burned on the mahogany chips.

She threw the mahogany to the ground, and cut her backhand on the face of the spirit. Another piece of mahogany appeared and sat on the burning mahogany chip.

The spiritual vein was extremely painful and could not be suppressed. The face that looked like the spiritual eye was not even a little like. He stared at Jiang Si viciously and said ruthlessly: "Stinky zombie, do you think you torture me here, Ling eye, A Ying can be resurrected?"
Chapter completed!