Ming Zhiyan Had Arrived

Jian Qingqing tilted her head, her face stiff and silent. Her consciousness had always been on the gas tank in the Spatial Kitchen. If he dared to make a move, she would take it out and light it up.

Seeing that she did not speak, Liang Chenghe pressed his sword against her throat and said coldly, "Forget it, I don't want to know either. But you must die today. Then take your secret and go to hell together."

He was about to stab his sword forward when he suddenly felt a gust of wind by his ear. His intuition for danger made him lean back for a moment. In the next moment, a sword appeared in front of him.

Then, he raised his sword and started to tangle with the person.

Jian Qingqing said in surprise, "Lord Ming!"

She secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She almost blew up the gas tank.