Fortunately, the few people seemed to be lucky. The two practitioners did not meet with them after catching the drone. They successfully ran all the way to the uphill intersection returning to the ground.

At this moment, Jiang's mother suddenly stopped.

"Run quickly! Why are you stopping?" Jiang's father grabbed her hand and said anxiously.

Jiang's mother touched her body and stomped her feet in a hurry, "I... the bag I pretended to be dowry fell in the storage room!"

"When is it now? You still want your little things? Go quickly!"

"The things inside are worth more than 100,000 yuan! I, I want to go back and get them!" As he said that, Jiang's mother suddenly turned around and ran to the direction she was in.

"Crazy woman! Come back!" Jiang's father wanted to scold but didn't dare to speak loudly, so he could only roar in his throat.

However, Jiang's mother ignored him at all and ran back in her high heels. Jiang Yongying was so angry that she was trembling when she saw this scene. After taking a few deep breaths, she was about to chase after her.

At this moment, the female reporter's hand suddenly put on her shoulder, squinted her eyes at Jiang's mother who was leaving, and shook her head: "No need, she is not worthy."

Jiang Yongying bit her lips and said hoarsely: "She is my mother..."

She broke free from the female reporter's hand and took a step to chase Jiang's mother. However, before she could run two steps, Jiang's mother began to retreat with a pale face...

In front of her, two practitioners wearing blue-gray Taoist robes were walking slowly, one of whom was holding a broken drone in his hand, his face looking a little ugly.

"Save...help!!help me!" Jiang's mother saw the flying sword behind them, screamed, ran back desperately, and hid directly behind Jiang's father.

When Jiang's father saw this scene, his legs were weak, but when he saw Jiang's mother's terrified look, he slapped her in the face and stunned her.

"Bastard! If you weren't here to delay time, we would have fucked out!"

"You, what's your ability to hit me? Things are already like this. Go and hit them!" Jiang's mother covered her face and pointed at the two practitioners not far away and shouted.

"Hehe, there are indeed a few little mice hidden... Hum? Those two girls are pretty pretty!" The cultivator holding the drone walked towards the five people with a smile, and his eyes fell on Jiang Yongying and the female reporter in surprise.

The female reporter couldn't help but take a step back, and Jiang Yongying faced his gaze head-on, without any fear in her eyes.

"Oh, it's quite tough. That girl, come here!" He hooked his finger at Jiang Yongying, and the flying sword behind him shot out, passing by Jiang Yongying's screaming mother, hovering in front of Jiang Yongying's forehead.

Jiang Yongying stared at the tip of the sword in front of her, which was emitting coldness, and stood there motionless.

"I'll let you come!" The practitioner seemed a little unhappy when he saw that Jiang Yongying was unmoved, and roared.

Buzz —!

The flying sword in front of Jiang Yongying made a sword sound, which scared her. Her face turned pale, but she still didn't take a step forward, but just slowly closed her eyes...

"court death!"

The Sengran sword intent exploded.

Jiang Yongying felt a chill in her eyebrows, and the crisis of death surged into her mind.

For some reason, at this last moment, a long-lost face suddenly appeared in her mind.

In the dim square, the noisy crowd, the sincere suitor and the bouquet of ninety-nine red roses, all of this seemed to fade into a black and white background, only the boy holding a bouquet of blue roses in the distance, with a face full of greenness and surprise on his face, so vivid and profound.

She seemed to have returned to the bright classroom again, saw the black door surrounded by electric arcs, and the back of the young man who stepped into it...

If... I made another choice, would everything be different?

Finally, she thought of this.

However, after a long time, the imagined severe pain still did not come. She opened her eyes carefully and was stunned.

One hand tightly grasped the flying sword close to Chi Chi.

It was a back wearing a black windbreaker, standing steadily in front of her like a mountain, holding the flying sword full of sword energy with one hand, as if he was holding a straw and relaxed and casual.

From the side, you can only see half of the pale mask, but for some reason, Jiang Yongying felt that the outline of this face was vaguely familiar...

"Who are you?" The two practitioners saw that the strange masked man in front of him actually caught the flying sword with one hand, and his face suddenly looked a little ugly, and he spoke in a deep voice.

Brush brush-!

Black shadows flew into the entrance behind and landed behind the man wearing a mask of laughter and crying. A total of different strange masks were extremely terrifying in the darkness, with a total of forty or fifty people filling the space.

"I... am JOKER." Ji Qianming said lightly.

The moment he heard this sound, Jiang Yongying was shocked.

So familiar... This sound is so familiar... Where have I heard it?

Ji Qianming held the flying sword and swung it forward casually. The flying sword roared and stabbed towards his master, at a very fast speed!

The practitioner was shocked and quickly activated the flying sword, but found that no matter how he used the sword technique, he could not control his flying sword.

Bang--!

The flying sword pierced through his body in the blink of an eye, and blood splattered everywhere. He looked at Ji Qianming in horror and fell back weakly.

Indifferent clown, fooling "consciousness".

Another cultivator's face looked extremely ugly. Ji Qianming could kill his teammates so easily, so he could naturally easily kill him!

The truth is...it is indeed the case.

He felt a flash in front of him, and the mask of laughter and cry had already arrived in front of him, and he punched him hard in the chest. His bones burst in inch, and his whole body flew backwards like a sandbag.

Dead.

Ji Qianming just glanced at him lightly, then turned around and left.

Just two thousand jin realms, Ji Qianming is now killing him like slaughtering a dog.

When the familiar face appeared in front of him, his body was shocked in slightest and stopped.

Is it her?

Just now, Ji Qianming was only focused on saving people and did not see Jiang Yongying's face at all. When that familiar and unfamiliar face jumped into his eyes, he suspected that he was dreaming.

It should be three years since the last time the two met... it should be?

Three years, whether it is long or short, it can make good brothers who are originally stronger than gold become strangers, make a loving lover look in harmony, and can also make a young man who is ignorant of the world grow into a strong man who stands tall and upright.

In the past three years, Ji Qianming has changed a lot, but Jiang Yongying seems to have not changed.
Chapter completed!