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Chapter 59 Protective Umbrella——San Qingling Painting Scroll, born with bad seeds?(2/2)

Yan Jiu held up the scroll.

Look at the Sanqing Bell inside.

Yan Jiu did not exaggerate, her tone was so gentle that she could squeeze out water: "Without him, I want you to accept my death penalty gift package. I want to use your life to commemorate my Azi and the three Miao family members who were shot innocently.

Pay homage to those 114 lives."

She smiled at the cigar man's retreat and struggle.

Just like a hunter having some kind of bad taste for his prey, she was enjoying the desperate cry of the other person when he was caught by death.

This moment.

It's as if Pandora's box has been quietly opened.

The surroundings make up for the terrible pressure.

Yan Jiu exuded an aura that was more terrifying than the magic box, and the cigar man felt restrained by Yan Jiu.

That is an unattainable height.

He had only experienced it from the commander.

Sudden.

He seemed to be remembering something.

Inexplicably relaxed.

The cigar man smiled wildly: "As long as the Sanqing Bell scroll is not destroyed, I will not die~"

Yan Jiu nodded thoughtfully: "Thank you for telling me how to deal with you."

Hear the words.

The cigar man's face darkened.

Human cultivation is divided into acquired and innate realms, and both the acquired and innate realms have three stages.

The scroll requires innate cultivation to be destroyed.

If Yan Jiu wants to destroy the scroll, he must cultivate to the innate level, condense the three flowers on the top, and burn it with the fire of the heart.

He wasn't sure whether Yan Jiu had the ability to damage the scroll, but he couldn't bet that Yan Jiu couldn't.

The cigar man restrained himself and tempted Yan Jiu a little bit: "I don't know what adventures you encountered during this period that made you so powerful. Why not join us? Only you can imagine the supreme honor, and we can't give it to you without it."

Yan Jiu shook his head: "I'm so sorry, I'm not interested in joining Rose Cross."

The words have not yet fallen.

The cigar man was shocked: "You actually know about us!?"

Yan Jiu said no more.

She walked up to the cigar man.

When Ma Weiwei and others suddenly broke in.

Yan Jiu threw the cigar man out of the French window.

Accompanied by the shouts of the cigar man.

The scroll turned into a stream of light, catching the cigar man firmly and placing it in a safe place away from Yan Jiu.

Ma Weiwei and others were shocked.

See the situation.

They all breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what.

The cigar man's life should not be harvested by Yan Jiu, otherwise, how will they get along with Yan Jiu in the future?

Fortunately.

The cigar man didn't make it.

Ma Weiwei walked to Yan Jiu: "So senior kicked him down just to see if the Sanqing Bell scroll would save him? I thought senior really wanted to kill him."

Yan Jiu had an expression like "Why do you think so?"

When Ma Weiwei and others were relaxing.

Yan Jiu told the truth calmly: "No, I just really want to kill him."

Everyone: "..." Can't you tell a lie?
Chapter completed!
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