883 Chapter 882 of “The quick-traveling girl prepares to knock down the male protagonist”

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The memory that I once thought was about to be forgotten kept coming back to my mind, whirling flowers?!He spent three thousand years guarding it, and finally the flowers blossomed and danced for a day.

Three lives and one death?!Thinking about it now, the concubine sneered, feeling that she was pitiful and ridiculous at the time…

A thin line of cold white lips curled up ruthlessly, the concubine’s dark eyes were filled with coldness, her half-lidded eyelids slowly stood up, her slender figure was like a tall and straight bamboo, but the calm wind made her whole body as cold as three feet of ice and fell from the air next to Zhou Min with murderous intent.

However, the surging murderous aura suddenly froze as it approached Zhou Min and landed beside her…

It seemed that someone had pressed the pause button, and the concubine just stood there, with her stiff back straight for a long time. No one knew the incredibly colorful and tangled expression on his face at this time.

Zhu Jiuyin, who had been entangled on the throne in mid-air, automatically stopped following her when she landed next to Zhou Min, and instead prostrated obediently at the foot of the throne.

What’s so good about a traitor?Wouldn’t it be better to just kill him…

Zhu Jiuyin was very confused about the fragments of Zhou Min, Han Wu’s life fragment, which he could neither eat nor use.Especially the mistress’s attitude towards her at this time. After watching it for so long, could it be possible to see a flower?!Now I am just wasting my time here. I might as well practice cultivation if I have this time.

But it doesn’t dare to complain…

Glancing at his master’s unclear thoughts, Zhu Jiuyin said that the beast had a headache. He didn’t understand it tens of millions of years ago, and he couldn’t understand it even more now… It seems that it still only likes to kill!

The huge dragon head was buried in the hard and sharp body, curled up and hovering at the foot of the throne, floating in the air.

The reason why the concubine looked at Zhou Min in a daze was because at this time, Zhou Min’s soul was torn apart after being burned by the extreme thunder, and was full of cracks. But in the transparent cracks in his soul, he saw a scene that made him unbelievable.

Swirling flowers.

Why?!

She, why is there a whirling flower in her soul…

Moreover, it is still a whirling flower that is blooming.

The flowering period of the whirling flower is very short. It can be said that the moment it blooms is also the time when the flower withers. Therefore, the whirling flower can never keep blooming for a long time.

Can…

The concubine’s pupils tightened, and the fluttering flower swaying in Zhou Min’s transparent soul, although blurry and transparent, would never be mistaken.

If it hadn’t been for the extremely thunderous thunder that shattered Zhou Min’s soul into pieces with numerous cracks, even he wouldn’t have been able to detect the whirling flower buried deep in his soul.

Flowers blooming from the depths of the soul…

Why is it whirling?!

The concubine narrowed her eyes, half-crouched beside Zhou Min, and placed her fingertips on Zhou Min’s forehead.

Zhou Min’s soul kept trembling, as if enduring some inhuman torture. The whirling flowers swayed, and finally shrank and submerged and retreated along the gap of the soul again. The soul full of traces slowly bonded and finally returned to its original state.

But the soul is still pale and transparent, as if a gust of wind can blow it away…

After Master Yu saw that the soul was no longer in pieces and could support his soul-searching method, his eyes immediately flashed fiercely, and a black energy rushed from the top of Zhou Min’s soul’s head to the soles of his feet, and Zhou Min’s body trembled for a while.

“Ah!” Zhou Min screamed with pain all over his body and twisted his body. The tearing pain could not be ignored even if he was unconscious.

The concubine looked at Zhou Min screaming in her hands without any pity. There was no fluctuation in her heart. Yes, there was no fluctuation…

He just doesn’t like the feeling of things being out of control… Yes, just because he doesn’t like things being out of control, definitely not because of whirling… flowers…

The concubine’s eyes were dark and unclear, her hands were moving decisively and neatly, and her face was calm.

But every time Zhou Min screamed in pain, the unbreakable barrier in the eyes of the concubine had an imperceptible slight tremor, revealing the truest emotion.

Zhou Min suddenly opened his eyes, and his blood-red eyes met the calm black eyes of his mistress. They looked at each other, and there was silence for a while.

The master frowned, and Zhou Min suddenly struck out with lightning speed. The master defused it with one hand, and Zhou Min was as dazed as a demon. His whole body seemed to be controlled by something. He only relied on his consciousness, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move, one move by the master and Zhou Min, and the routine was almost copied from the same template.

As soon as the concubine made a move, Zhou Min seemed to have guessed what moves he would make, and immediately knew what moves to use to resolve the attack. Therefore, the battle between the two was like a set of moves, which made people feel dazzled but felt that both sides were able to do it with ease.

Zhou Min feinted in front of the concubine, disappeared in front of him like a member’s afterimage, appeared behind him in the blink of an eye, clung to his back, and attacked his neck from behind with five fingers forming claws.

The concubine quickly turned sideways, tilted her head, and quickly grabbed Zhou Min’s wrist and pulled her out from behind. Zhou Min’s body was lifted up, and she lost her balance and leaned forward to fly out from the concubine’s shoulder. However, when she was about to be thrown to the ground, the concubine’s other hand grabbed her waist, spun her in mid-air, and pushed her to the ground. He used his own advantage to press on her.

He put his big hands on her shoulders, spread his thighs and knelt on her waist, clamping her body tightly to restrain her struggling body.

A dull groan, a silent yet dull gaze, but a stubborn movement and constant struggle.

The concubine looked at Zhou Min like this, with a deep sense of wariness and coldness in her eyes. After the soul search just now, he felt the strong obstruction and impact in Zhou Min’s own soul. Zhou Min’s soul counterattacked him because of his sudden soul search, entangled his mental power when she was unprepared, and wanted to devour the soul power of the person who searched her soul to repair her own incomplete soul.

When did she learn the vicious cultivation method of injuring the enemy by one thousand and injuring herself by eight hundred…

If he hadn’t retreated in time, his mental power would have been entangled with her, and he would have been swallowed up by her.

So vicious, even if she suffered the consequences of the impact in her soul, she would be the one to blame.

The concubine sneered sarcastically, and the body pressing on her quickly stood up, not wanting to touch her disgust even for a moment.

Zhou Min, who lost control of her mistress, kept rolling on the ground, curling up, as if she was extremely insecure, holding her hair with both hands like a crazy little beast, twitching, trembling, biting her lips tightly and whimpering as if she was enduring great pain…

Looking at Zhou Min at this moment, the concubine suddenly felt that he had lost all interest in killing her, because he knew that in just one hour, she would reap the consequences and explode to death without him having to do anything…

And now he only needs to look at her and wait quietly for her to die in front of him…

No need to intervene, just wait for the results.

The moment the concubine made this decision, she smiled coldly, and her eyes looked at Zhou Min with indifference and ruthlessness.

When the Queen was about to fly to the throne, her body swayed, and a suffocating pain suddenly occurred deep in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.