Kill
Biên tập viên: _Lunaelle
The moment Li Muwan saw this figure, she let out a sigh of relief and her body went soft. She had to lean against the wall. A cold hand went under her armpit, which surprised her, then she immediately found herself take off from the ground.
A familiar smell entered her nose and made her relax. Seeing the fog before her, she was about to speak when she heard Wang Lin’s indifferent voice say,
“Don’t move. I’m taking you to kill people.”
Wang Lin held Li Muwan and paused in the air for a moment. He took out the dragon tendon, which was now like a whip, and swung it. One end wrapped around the headless corpse of the big-headed cultivator and then the end split and grabbed Pu Lin’s corpse.
Wang Lin’s right hand held the dragon tendon as his divine sense spread out and located the ones that ran away. He let out a sneer as he flew northeast, and as he flew, the dragon tendon flew behind him with the bodies of the two Core Formation cultivators.