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Chapter 1784 Take off your mask(2/2)

"The elixir will make you feel no pain for the time being and will help you evacuate."

"I'm here, no one will dare to bully you like this again..."

The old patriarch swallowed his saliva.

The chapped lips were trembling in a whisper, but not a single word was uttered for a long time.



Not far away.

Feng Qingyao was wearing that bright red dress, and her whole body was no longer as elegant as before.

Right now, she looked like a devil with disheveled hair.

Her hair was pecked open by a vulture.

There was also a deep gash on her face.

Her eyes were dyed bright red, and this clone stood in the formation, looking in all directions with glaring eyes.

"Beasts!! I will kill you all!!"

Feng Qingyao raised her hand again, releasing her power...

Finally, all the man-eating vultures were chopped down and their breath was completely cut off!

In the huge formation, the air of blood filled the air from all directions.

Feng Qingyao stepped on the body of the man-eating vulture and suddenly turned her head, all eyes fell on Yue Qingchen's face.

Her palms rolled, and streaks of power hit Yue Qingchen!

As if to drive Yue Qingchen into a place of eternal destruction!

"Stinky girl, who are you? It was you who tampered with the vulture! It was you who placed the spell on the man-eating vulture!!"

Yue Qingchen has finally healed the old Elf clan leader's injuries.

She finally took back her hand.

When that breath rushed over, her eyes narrowed severely!

Uh-huh!!!

Whip waving!

The Heaven-Destroying Whip, which released golden light, suddenly dispersed the attack power of Feng Qingyao's clone!

The wind howls.

She slowly stood up.

Under the mask, her eyes were bottomless.

At a glance, it's like entering purgatory.

"You, who are you? Take off your mask! Otherwise, I will kill you now!!" Feng Qingyao looked at those cold eyes, her scalp tightened unconsciously, she clenched her fists, and roared

Speak up!

Yue Qingchen wore a mask and smiled sweetly——

"Feng Qingyao, tell me, who can I be?"

Qian Qian's voice, that familiar tone, like the devil's voice, suddenly poured into Feng Qingyao's mind.
Chapter completed!
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