Chapter 1629

The delicate hand was cold and cold, with the cold temperature of the snake family.

"My patience is very limited."

Yuan Jing tightened her right palm gracefully and indifferently.

Strong strength strangled fake Yantao's neck and blocked his breathing passage.

Unable to breathe, fake Yantao's face as beautiful as a demon rose red.

Those eyes were full of horror.

Just a moment, a face-to-face,

He can't even beat Yuan Jing's move.

Yan Tao sat upright on the chair.

Seeing this scene, the pupil orifice suddenly contracted and the right hand unconsciously tightened.

So strong.

Even she can't guarantee to hold down the fake Yantao in one move.

Yuan Jing's real strength is simply outrageous.

Yuan Jing didn't seem to see the increasingly red face of fake Yantao.

His right hand was still slowly tightening.

Tighter and tighter.

Until the struggling strength of fake Yantao slowly shrinks and disappears, and his red face turns a little blue and purple.

Even the whites of the eyes turned out.

Yuan Jing shook his hand indifferently and directly threw the fake Yantao out as garbage.

"Bang!"

Fake Yantao's back hit the wall, but Sheng chiseled a human shaped depression on the wall.

Fresh air was inhaled into his lungs again. Fake Yantao was breathing in a hurry and was embarrassed.

Yuan Jing stepped back slightly.

He squinted over, and his eyes fell precipitously on the false Yantao, who was covered with blood and paralyzed on the ground.

His eyes were full of indifference and high senhan: "you'd better not have another time."

"I don't like people talking to me in such a tone."

Yuan Jing's voice was cold and without any emotion.

He just glanced at the fake Yantao, as if he were looking at an mole ant.

Even the fundus did not bring the slightest fluctuation.

A moment later, Yuan Jing took back her eyes and looked back at Yan Tao sitting in the chair with a smile. "Of course, except my marshal."

Yan Tao collected the bottom of his eyes and flashed violently towards Yuan Jing's smiling eyes.

She suddenly said, "I'm hungry."

There was a silence in the air.

The fake Yantao, who had just stood up holding the wall, seemed to be extremely surprised when he heard this. He staggered and fell to the ground again.

What time is it!

The marshal hasn't forgotten to eat yet?!

Yuan Jing didn't show any unexpected color in her eyes. When she heard this, she answered calmly, "what do you want to eat?"

"Ask Lao Jiang to do it for me."

Young master Yan said, stretching a big stretch, overlapping his hands and fingers in one place and putting them on his legs.

Magic knife Jiang.

Yan Tao's master.

The first chef of the Empire.

Yuan Jing glanced a different color in her eyes and nodded directly.

"I asked him to do it for you."

Jiang Shendao is just a cook.

It's just cooking a meal. He still has that bearing.

Yuan Jing stood upright and casually patted off the dust on his military uniform.

Before he left, his eyes looked at Yantao with a very light color, and his eyes were deep: "marshal, you'd better consider my words again."

"I still hope you can answer my question."

If you can't answer

At that time, one shot and two scattered, the ending may not be what everyone wants to see.

Yuan Jing took one step and just reached the gate of the main control room.

The right foot just fell to the ground. Suddenly, the sound of breaking the air came from all directions at the same time.

The invisible sword, wrapped in a cold killing machine, went straight to his heart!