The thousand-year-old beauty in the coffin (3)_1

The crowd unconsciously listened to the young man's words and hid behind Qin Nian, their faces full of unconcealed fear.

Qin Nian pulled out her mahogany sword and made a small cut on her hand. She quickly drew a talisman and surrounded everyone in the array.

The young man's eyebrows were clear and delicate, his thin lips tightly pursed, and his dark eyes were full of worry. He had no confidence in dealing with this zombie.

If Fu min could hear what Qin Nian was thinking, she would definitely laugh coldly.

Young man, it's bad to imagine things.

You bunch of trash are not worthy of her!

In the Grand and gloomy Hall, the atmosphere gradually became heavy. It was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping on the ground could be heard. Some people couldn't help but sob.

"Wuwuwu, I don't want to die ..."

Qin Nian glared at him.

Su Yue quickly covered the girl's mouth and comforted her softly."Don't make a sound."