The iron-red mask is engraved with a cross around its edge.
The mask only shows the eyes and chin.
Yan Jiu asked curiously, "Don't you guys eat?"
Others: "..." No, how can your focus be so strange!?
Nagara sneered, "Only the king can look directly at the appearance of my race. You inferior races are not worthy of it."
Yan Jiu blinked: "If you insist on saying that, then I'll get interested."
Nagara choked.
While Yan Jiu was figuring out how to open the mask.
Nagara remained completely calm. She looked up at Yan Jiu and said, "It's useless. Both the inside and outside of the mask contain our clan's secret techniques. No one but our clan knows how to break it..."
There was a "click" sound.
It was as if the mask, which seemed to be attached to the face of the Asura race, was pried off by Yan Jiu's magic.
Naga's pupils trembled.
She was momentarily distracted, and the mask she had worn for hundreds of years was now in Yan Jiu's hands.
Nagalu's alluring yet seductive face was reflected in Yan Jiu's pupils.
Yan Jiu also noticed the black datura in the center of the other person's forehead, which was as eye-catching as the floral decorations painted by ancient women.
Before Yan Jiu could speak.
Nagara hurriedly covered her face with her sleeve.
This prevented the possibility of being seen by others.
Nagalo's gaze suddenly sharpened, as if he wanted to tear Yan Jiu to pieces with his eyes on the spot.
Nagara felt a tightness in her chest.
What did she just do?
She was mocking Yan Jiu for not being able to remove her mask!
Why did she want to provoke Yan Jiu's competitive spirit?
This moment.
Nagalo wanted to take Yan Jiu down with him.
Just before she carried out the self-destruction.
A scroll appeared in mid-air above Nagara.
The next second.
Nagara vanished into thin air.
Change can happen in an instant.
It was so fast that Yan Jiu didn't have time to finish him off.
Jiang Azi floated to Yan Jiu's side: "She actually got away. Humph, she's lucky."
Yan Jiu did not speak.
She was holding the mask.
He was savoring the memory of the scroll he had just read.
Ma Weiwei weakly straightened up and looked in the direction where Nagalo had disappeared: "If I'm not mistaken, that was a long-lost teleportation scroll. I will report everything that happened tonight. Thank you for your help, Senior Yan."
Jiang Azi's eyes widened.
He looked at Ma Weiwei expectantly.
Ma Weiwei smiled at Jiang Azi: "Thank you too..."
Jiang Azi proudly declared, "My name is Azi."
Ma Weiwei clasped her hands in thanks: "On behalf of the Taiyi Sect and the action team, I thank Senior Yan and Miss Azi."
Jiang Azi waved his hand.
Yan Jiu put the mask away and said seriously, "You're welcome. You should thank me."
Everyone: "..." You really deserve to be called a liar!
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