Chapter 1398

The cold flame was burning on him, and the silver thread tied to Sang Zhiheng was broken with a pattering sound.

Sang Zhiheng didn't seem to feel the pain of being burned by the fire. He stretched out his hand hard, supported it on the ground with his right hand, and staggered to his feet.

The man's black robe was burning, and he stretched out his arms to embrace the sky.

The color of the eyes also changed into cyan against the fire.

Like the vertical pupil of a poisonous snake, it is venomous and cruel.

At the moment, the rest of the field had already been evacuated, and only the people in Marshal's house remained.

Before the fire, the handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back.

The wind blew her dark hair.

Under the black hair, a pair of cool pupils fell on Sang Zhiheng's face.

It's like this scene in front of you. It's ordinary.

Her thin lips are still filled with a cold and indifferent smile, and her posture is wantonly publicized.

Sang Zhiheng made a grunt in his throat, accompanied by a terrible laugh like the shrill of birds. He suddenly stretched out his hand and gouged out his eyes.

Strange laughter.

Ferocious movements.

Seeing and listening, in everyone's ears and eyes, it immediately aroused a goose bumps.

"Marshal Yan, my master asked me to say hello to you."

"Today's business is regarded as saying hello!"

Sang Zhiheng's eyes shed blood, said a complete sentence Yin metrically, and suddenly raised his hand.

His eyes fell into the fire.

The blue and white flame around the body burned fiercely in an instant.

The raging flame drowned sang Zhiheng.

The figure was almost never seen again.

The flame takes human body as fuel and burns silently.

From the initial raging fire slowly into flames, and finally disappeared.

And sang Zhiheng's body turned into ashes in the fire.

The place under his feet had burned to a gray white.

"Patter!"

When the last flame went out, something seemed to fall to the ground.

Yuan Jing stepped forward, bent down and reached out to pick up the thin badge.

The moment she touched the badge, Yuan Jing's eyebrows suddenly locked up.

He turned back and handed the badge to Yantao.

"Marshal, this is what Fang Zhiheng left behind."

The badge is light gold.

With the starry sky as the background, three golden vertical ripples are arranged in the center.

As if it were a totem.

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at the badge for a long time.

The hand holding the badge tightened slightly.

A pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed, and the coldness and coolness reflected in the fundus of the eyes.

"Check it out."

"Yes."

Yuan Jing took the order and turned away.

Also took a team of Pro guards.

On the side, Fang Menglong glanced at the badge, followed by his eyebrows, and the color of meditation flashed in his eyes from time to time.

As if I thought of something.

"Master, I'm incompetent in this matter, which makes the thief take advantage of it. Please punish me!"

Since Yan Si was standing there just now, his hands and feet were cold and stiff, and his head was buzzing, as if he was going to explode.

And his whole person is sweating profusely.

Now kneeling on the ground, his eyes are both guilty and remorse.

His forehead was close to the cold ground, waiting for Yan Tao's punishment.

Young master Yan looked at him coldly and lightly. "If you don't do a good job, you can stay in the Northwest for ten years. When you can do something, you can get back to me."

Yan Si slightly clenched his teeth and wiped away the sweat on his forehead, "yes!"