"Bastard, come on..." A small red stickman broke in and hit the red air ball.

"You are determined to bully my boss!"

"Woooooooooooooo," another red mist broke in, and two red lines rolled towards the red air mass, pulling the air mass out desperately.

"These three red balls..." Qu Jianlei felt a little confused. When did my sea of ​​consciousness become so messy?

The next moment, the big-headed butterfly turned wildly, like a spinning top, "Get out, get out!"

"This is the territory of labor and capital!"

Qu Jianlei's consciousness finally rushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness. After sensing that the cold air around him was so strong that he seemed to be in an ice cave.

The pressure of the Taoist monument in front of him has increased by more than three times, but it is still difficult to resist the invasion of the cold air.

In short, it barely protected his body and prevented the cold from going further.

But in the eyes of anyone, he is currently in a state of "struggle to resist".

Qu Jianlei raised his hand and activated a Nascent Soul-level phototherapy to warm his almost cold body a little.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third ones...
Chapter completed!