Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

Looking at Yan Ci's face that was gradually turning red and then turning blue, Mu Jing relaxed a little, letting him take a few breaths, then tightened it, and asked: "Don't you guys share any information? Why? Do you think that if I lose my memory and my power, I will be inferior to you?"

"Trash is trash wherever it goes, but kings...are kings wherever they go, do you understand?"

The gradually tightening force made Yan Ci's eyes widen, and his unblinking look looked particularly terrifying, but Mu Jing just looked at him without being touched.

Suddenly, the touch on his palm disappeared, and a gust of wind blew by. Yan Ci, who was holding his neck and bending for breath, was rescued by a man shrouded in a cloak and stood on the wall.

Mu Jing's eyes turned cold. She heard the cracking sound of the ice wall that Bing Mo had built before. She stretched out her hand and asked Bing Mo, who was squatting in front of the ice wall to protect Zhou Qiyang and the others, to come over, and then the reward seemed to be on its chin. After scratching twice gently, his eyes were locked on the person standing on the wall and said: "Who is your Excellency?"

The man didn't speak. He just waited for Yan Ci to calm down, then grabbed his collar and used the wind to disappear without a trace in front of her.

"Something."

Mu Jing now scratched the softest part of Bingmo's cheek, turned to look at it, which was so comfortable that it narrowed its eyes, and asked, "Do you know who that is?"

Bingmo shook his tail and said, "I don't know."

"Go back."

Withdrew his hand and threw Bingmo back into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Brother Jing!"

When Zhou Qiyang and the others saw the injured person, they quickly ran over and surrounded her, asking each other questions.

"Brother Jing, are you okay?"

"Brother Jing, what happened just now? You, you were actually hurt!"

"Brother Jing, we'd better treat the wound quickly to prevent infection. Although the weather is getting colder now, the wound will still become inflamed if not treated well."

"Brother Jing..."

The concern full of concern made Mu Jing's heart warm slightly, but seeing that they didn't stop, and even a little panicked that they didn't even realize they were about to stop caring, the smile on her lips turned cold, "Seeing how you guys are doing this For the sake of caring about me, before noon tomorrow, everyone should write "I'm sorry" two hundred times and become stronger."

After saying that, the people surrounding her finally fell silent.

"If you react quickly enough, you can use your abilities to erect a defense for yourself instead of letting me summon ice ink to protect you."

The smile on her lips deepened, but there was ice in her eyes, "Starting from tomorrow, our future station will not be a place without zombies. My skin is so tight."

Everyone was silent and watched her lead Yin Ze, who looked unhappy, back to the house.

Mu Yang, who was following Zhou Qiyang and the others, was punished before he could speak. He looked up at his brothers and sisters who did not show any bitterness even after being punished. His mood was a bit subtle.

"It's true... we are too weak."

Yuan Lin only remembered that he was only concerned about the pain in his ears at that time, and did not realize the danger contained in that voice at all.

The situation of other people was similar to his, so they didn't complain when they were punished, and even blamed themselves a little.

Ren Mingliang and others just looked at each other, thinking that she would get injured sometimes, and... she didn't appreciate her teammates' concern, and even gave them a lesson, which was a bit too cruel.

But this was her team's matter and had nothing to do with them. Although she felt it was a bit unjustifiable, she didn't intend to meddle in their own business.