Think about it, he is obviously a Da Luo Jinxian, but he was severely insulted by a mortal, but this Da Luo Jinxian can only endure it, and then repeat the sentence "What is your wish" when the anger level is full?

The regret in Zhang Ming's heart was that he didn't scold him more fiercely.

Even if it's the last day, he should still have a few words of yin and yang.

Raising land,

Zhang Ming frowned, sensing a cold force brewing in the room.

He simply closed his eyes and used his sixth sense to perceive the world.

There was something nearby that made a sharp sound, like metal scraping against a blackboard, which made people feel vaguely uncomfortable.

"I'm just afraid. If it can do anything to me, why wait until now?" Zhang Ming comforted himself.

Suddenly!

The world has changed.

This is no longer the familiar bedroom, but an endless dark space.

The nameless mist rises.

Zhang Ming broke out in cold sweat, turned his head suddenly, and found a small gourd the size of a fist, as if slowly emerging from a mirror like ripples of water.
Chapter completed!