Chapter 1629 Yuan Jing's True Strength

  The delicate hands are icy cold, glowing with the cold temperature of the snake clan.

   "My patience is very limited."

  Yuan Jing tightened his right palm gracefully and indifferently.

  The powerful force strangled the fake Yantao’s neck and blocked his breathing passage.

  Unable to breathe, the handsome face of the fake Yantao suddenly turned red.

  The eyes are full of horror.

   just a moment, a face-to-face,

  He can't even match the original trick.

   Yan Tao sits on the chair.

  When he saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his right hand tightened unconsciously.

  So strong.

  Even she did not dare to guarantee that she would suppress the fake Yantao within one move.

The true strength of   Yuan Jing is simply too powerful to be outrageous.

  Yuan Jing didn't seem to see the fake Yan Tao's increasingly red face.

  His right hand is still tightening slowly.

  Tighten it tighter and tighter.

  Until the struggling strength of the fake Yantao slowly diminished and disappeared, the flushed face was tinged with blue and purple.

  Even the whites of his eyes rolled out.

  Yuan Jing waved his hand indifferently, and threw the fake Yantao in his hand as trash.

"boom!"

  The back of the fake Yantao hit the wall completely, and he was born with a human-shaped depression on the wall.

  Fresh air was re-inhaled into his lungs, and the fake Yantao breathed quickly, embarrassed.

  Yuan Jing took a step back slightly.

   He squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell precipitously on the fake Yan Tao, who was covered in blood and slumped to the ground.

  The eyes are full of indifference and high-ranking Sen Han: "You better not have another time."

   "I don't like other people talking to me in this tone."

  Yuan Jing's voice is indifferent and does not contain any emotions.

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

  Even, there is no fluctuation in the fundus of the eyes.

  After a while, Yuan Jing retracted his gaze, smiled and looked at Yan Tao sitting on the chair again, and smiled brightly again: "Of course, except for my Lord Marshal."

   Yan Tao lowered her eyes, violently flashing light, to Uehara Jing's smiling eyes.

  She suddenly said: "I'm hungry."

  The air fell silent for a while.

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

  What time is it!

  The marshal hasn’t forgotten to eat? !

  Yuan Jing did not show any unexpected color in his eyes, and he answered this calmly: "What do you want to eat?"

   "Call Lao Jiang to do it for me."

  Master Yan said, stretched out a big lazy waist, folded his hands and ten fingers on his lap.

  Magic sword Jiang.

  The master of Yantao.

  The first chef of the empire.

  Yuan Jing passed a touch of strange color in his eyes, and nodded directly in response.

   "I asked him to do it for you."

  Magic sword Jiang is just a cook.

  It’s just cooking, he still has that tolerance.

  Yuan Jing stood up straight, patted off the dust on his military uniform at will.

  Before he took a step and left, he glanced at Yan Tao with light eyes, his eyes were deep: "Marshal Lord, you'd better consider what I said."

   "I still hope that you can answer my question."

  If you can’t answer...

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

  Yuan Jing stepped forward and just walked to the gate of the main control room.

  Only his right foot fell to the ground, and suddenly, there was the sound of breaking through the air from all directions at the same time.

  The invisible sword, engulfed in murderous intent, drove him away!

  (End of this chapter)