Two hundred and eighty-three red banquet(2/2)
There is a large hall in the courtyard, with four characters engraved on it - color is emptiness.
Wang Meng and Fan Hong looked at each other, this... was quite artistic.
"Please come in, two of you," Jiang Qingqing said.
Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire inside, the two men still have to break through.
As soon as the two of them entered the hall, they immediately stepped into darkness. This was the barrier!
There is deathly silence all around. No matter where it is, the sound of wind, water, breathing, and potential sounds can actually make people calm down, but the real silence can reveal a kind of panic, and Wang Meng is in an absolute silence.
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Time suddenly became very slow, as if it was about to stop. You can hear your heart beating. Wang Meng didn't know what Jiang Qingqing wanted to do when she fell to the ground. Is this a precursor to a mental attack?
I don’t know how much time has passed. In fact, in this kind of mental formation, time is actually confusing.
Outside the formation, Fan Hong held two swords around his neck and raised his hands with an innocent face. Poor brother Wang Meng, please be more patient. These days, beauty is equated with danger.
Outside, you can see a corner of the hall, with a person holding a magic weapon controlling the formation.
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Chapter completed!