Yuan Qingli finished the last mouthful of porridge and said with a light smile, "You even distinguish between black and white in your farts? How unique!"
Lin Shaojie and the other person next to him were stunned. What time is it? How can the aunt still be in the mood to joke?
"Hahaha, I hope you can still speak in a moment." The black and white ghost laughed viciously.
Yuan Qingli stood up, pretended to rummage in her pocket for a while, and then flung out a wad of dough.
--paper napkin.
"Go, Sword Immortal!" Yuan Qingli shouted.
A sword immortal?!
Upon hearing this, Lin Shaojie and his companion felt much more at ease. No wonder Yuan Qingli was so calm; just from the words "Sword Immortal," they knew this thing was anything but simple.
Sure enough, a flash of light appeared, and the entire restaurant was enveloped in white light.
Everyone instinctively closed their eyes. When they opened them again, they saw the sword immortal Mu Yingshan standing lightly on an ancient sword, arms crossed over his chest.
His long blue robe moved without wind, as if he had his own built-in electric fan. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked down on everything.
The sword immortal's appearance was undeniably stylish, even causing the black and white ghosts to stop in their tracks.
Yuan Qingli looked up, feeling a bit aggrieved. As the master, she had to look up to command the props. Next time, she would find a higher place herself.
"Go, beat it up."
The sword immortal didn't speak. He slowly raised his right index and middle fingers, forming a sword incantation in front of his eyes, and a bright yellow light bloomed from his fingertips.
Mu Yingshan swung his right arm, sword energy whistling beneath his feet, and Qingfeng, carrying an unparalleled momentum, charged straight at the Black and White Ghosts.
Sword energy stretches across 30,000 miles, a single sword's light chills nineteen provinces.
Mr. Gu Long was absolutely right.
The black and white ghosts had solemn expressions and clasped their hands together.
Black and white mists swirled and rolled on both sides, blocking the view.
But this sword light was as if it were nothing, transforming into a rain of swords that filled the sky, each drop of which pierced through the clouds and went straight for vital points.
A moment later, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.
As the mist dissipated, the black and white ghosts appeared blankly, completely unharmed.
"Sword Immortal, what's going on?" the chicken-claw man muttered in the back.
With a clang, Qingfeng was tossed to the ground like a toy. It then shattered into pieces, disappearing without a trace along with Mu Yingshan.
Only one sentence remained in the air: "We can't win."
Yuan Qingli's forehead turned black; she ran away like that?
Even if you can't beat them, at least chip away at their health. Judging from the appearance of the black and white ghosts, the damage value shouldn't exceed 5.
"Hahaha, it seems your sword immortality isn't all that great." The black and white ghosts were also startled by the previous display of power; now it seems it was all just empty boasting.
Fortunately, after experiencing the Black Hat Ghost, Yuan Qingli didn't have much hope for the Sword Immortal anyway.
She already had a plan in mind, but she still turned to Lin Shaojie and the trembling chicken-claw man: "There's still time to eat now, but you really won't have the chance later."
"Ah, I, I'm sorry." The chicken feet man rushed to the dishes, picked out a dish that looked like fried crispy pork, and started eating it with gusto.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, his face turned bright red and blisters began to appear. Then, the horse-faced demon appeared and took him away.
"Tsk tsk, your friend here has some courage, even if it means being disfigured for the rest of his life, and completely disfigured." The black and white ghost looked at Yuan Qingli and Lin Shaojie with great interest, even acting as a commentator.
"Dumb and disfigured."
A few thoughts suddenly flashed through Yuan Qingli's mind, but now was not the time to verify them; she had to deal with the immediate danger first.
After the chicken-claw man left, Lin Shaojie calmed down. Regardless of whether Yuan Qingli had a way to defeat the enemy, her calm and composed attitude was reassuring.
Even if something unexpected happens later, at least it's not bad to have a beautiful woman by your side.
Yuan Qingli glanced at him, her expression slightly appreciative.
This guy is fairly calm, not bad.
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