Chapter 1021 High-End Hunter
The man was angry and immediately shouted: "No matter how ugly you are, who the hell wants to squeeze you? There is nothing we can do because there are so many people."
"I am ugly? Open your dog eyes and look carefully!"
As the woman's voice sounded, she pulled off the veil on her face and threw it away.
The face that appeared in front of them was delicate and picturesque, soft and pretty, and every line was just right. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were bright and lively, and her lips were like a newly blooming rose, so beautiful that it was intoxicating.
The many demon cultivators watching in the audience exclaimed in unison, and subtle discussions also followed.
"This face is really beautiful, but this figure is really ugly."
"That's right, this face will make you have sweet dreams, and this body will make you have nightmares."
"This figure is too bad."
The woman also heard the comments of the onlookers, and turned her sturdy body to scold the sea monsters, "You said that this girl has a bad figure, but your mother has a bad figure, and your whole family is bad!"
A demon cultivator was immediately enraged, "Fuck you, people are bad-looking and don't let people say it, just like a fat pig."
"Open your pig eyes and look carefully, this girl is called a bad figure?" The woman was so angry that her face turned red, and she suddenly pulled hard on her body.
Swish!
A shattering sound was heard, and pieces of clothing flew all over the sky.
Oh~
The many demon cultivators watching couldn't help but exclaimed, and then the sound of heavy breathing and swallowing saliva sounded one after another. They couldn't help but walk forward several steps, trying to get closer to the woman.
The eyes of many male demon cultivators were extremely fiery, while the female demon cultivators were full of envy and sighing.
Even the male demon cultivator who had a conflict with her was staring at her curvy body.
"Go away, what are you looking at? You still say you didn't mean it?"
"Now I mean it, you were wrapped so tightly and wearing a veil just now, who knows what you look like." The male demon cultivator argued.
Amid the quarrel, the Tianjiao Guards who were responsible for maintaining order saw that more and more demon cultivators were gathering, so they had to step forward and scold: "Don't you disperse quickly? If you make noise again, we will arrest you all."
The woman glared at the man fiercely, took out the veil and was about to cover her peerless face again.
"The girl is so beautiful, it would be a pity to cover it up." A gentle voice sounded, and two men appeared in front of them.
The woman's body trembled, and she bowed her head in a hurry, "I greet the Third Saint and the Eighth Saint."
"Third brother is wrong. If these wretched guys see you, you will only cause trouble. However, if you go with me, I think no one will dare to look at you." Jiao Quan's words were full of confidence and domineering.
The Third Saint Jiao Cheng narrowed his eyes, looked at the somewhat flustered woman, and then smiled indifferently, "Since the eighth brother likes it, I will do my best. Congratulations."
"Thank you, third brother." Jiao Quan smiled proudly, and then, regardless of whether the woman agreed or not, he grabbed her delicate hand and flew into the sky.
The direction of advance was the tall building several miles away!
As he left, many demon cultivators who had not yet left were envious:
"Good fellow, he took her directly to Jinsha Tower, so impatient."
"Of course, if I could get this beauty, I would be even more impatient than him."
"She is the Holy Son, we can't envy her."
"Shut up, you are looking for death."
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In the sky.
Jiao Jing, whose palm was tightly grasped and rubbed by Jiao Quan, looked at the Jinsha Tower getting closer and closer in front of him, and his heart was simply galloping.
This damned Holy Son, he was obviously still injured, but he didn't hurry back to his territory to heal his wounds, but came here. What he wanted to do, you can think about it with your feet.
This is really difficult.
He is in the late Tongming stage, and Jiao Quan is at the peak of the late Tongming stage. Although there is a gap of half a small realm, Jiao Jing is still confident that he can take action at the critical moment and take his life.
But the difficulty is that it must be successful once.
After all, this is Tianjiao City. If the assassination fails and a fight breaks out, I and Brother Jiao Hong will probably die here.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Zhan Nianchuan's voice transmission sounded at the right time, "Don't be impulsive, be patient, my body and soul cannot move normally immediately after merging, you pull it first."
Be patient? Pull it?
Jiao Jing's face twitched for a moment, and he forcibly resisted the urge to slap Jiao Quan away.
The distance of several miles was reached in an instant, and with Jiao Jing's screams, the two of them sank into the top floor of Jinsha Building.
"Greetings to the Third Prince!"
Third Prince!
Jiao Jing and Zhan Nianchuan were both trembling in their hearts, and looked at the handsome and brave young man in front of them, but there was a hint of evil between his eyebrows.
Being able to make Jiao Quan, who has the most hope of becoming the next leader of the Jiaolong Clan, so respectful, and calm without any humility, his identity is naturally obvious.
The royal family of the sea, the third prince of the dragon clan!
How could the two of them collude with each other? Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed, and he had many guesses in an instant.
Then he cast his eyes on Wanli Zhui, who was placed on the table. When he saw the drop of blood in the groove above, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Seeing Ao Bing with a gloomy face, Jiao Quan immediately loosened his palm and bowed deeply.
Looking at Jiao Jing who fell to the ground with a panic-stricken face, Ao Bing's eyes flashed with surprise, desire and animality, and then suppressed it, "Uncle Gang, take this beauty away, this prince wants to discuss important matters with Jiao Quan."
"Little girl, let's go." Ao Gang stood in front of Jiao Jing with an iron tower-like body, his eyes lingering on his plump and full body without concealment.
Jiao Jing secretly groaned in her heart, but there was nothing she could do, so she had to get up and follow him away obediently.
Coming to the next room, Jiao Gang closed the door, then pulled a chair and sat in front of the window, took out a pot of fine wine and began to drink slowly, looking very enjoyable.
Seeing Jiao Jing still standing, looking at a loss, Ao Gang smiled lightly, "Sit down, little girl, you are big and big, don't waste your talent, just serve our third prince well, and I won't say anything else, I guarantee you will advance to the demon infant realm."
"The third prince you are talking about is..." Jiao Jing asked tentatively.
"Dragon Clan, Third Prince."
Hearing this name, Jiao Jing let out an unbelievable cry, and collapsed on the bed.
What a fucking slut, as soon as she heard the Third Prince's reputation, she automatically fell on the bed and let others pick her up, but women are like this, admiring the strong.
Ao Gang showed a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and took a big sip of wine.
At this time, Jiao Jing was discussing with Zhan Nianchuan through telepathy how to deal with the current situation.
"Brother Jiao Hong, this guy has an unfathomable aura, can you beat him? And what if Ao Bing comes later?"
"Also, this room is obviously soundproofed, my consciousness can't penetrate it at all, and I can't detect what Jiao Quan and that Third Prince are talking about."
In the Xuantian Tower, Zhan Nianchuan's soul shadow folded his arms and pondered in silence.
"What are you afraid of? I can't see your true face. You are just a demon infant. When Ao Bing comes, you can send this guy away, and then try to escape immediately. If he chases you, you can threaten him to expose his identity as the third prince."
"Then, what should I do?"
Listening to the words in his mind, Jiao Jing's eyes became brighter and brighter.
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