The most powerful master of the city

Chapter 845
"There's something wrong with the mirror!"

Ling Ruoruo stared fixedly at the mirror, which was her own reflection, the corners of her mouth curled up as if smiling, her eyes were sly.

"You are the first one, don't worry, your companions will go to accompany you." The beautiful waitress who was extremely enthusiastic about Ling Ruoruo had a serious face, like a cold poisonous snake, a bloody dagger appeared in her hand, filled with corrosion sex breath.

"Take off her clothes, put her on the bed, transform her, and fulfill her wishes!"

After the voice fell, the door opened, and figures rushed in, men and women, wearing masks, surrounded Ling Ruoruo, and all stared at her with playful eyes, as if they were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Ling Ruoruo gritted her teeth and hated secretly. She had calculated thousands of times, and the one who didn't count on her special meow would fall on her "chest"!

"It would be such a pleasure to slash this nearly perfect crystal clear body, wouldn't it?" twist up.

"Destroying beautiful things is a tragedy as well as art. Xiaomei, you are such an artist!"

"Thank you for the compliment, hahaha..."

Ling Ruoruo was not afraid, "You are really a bunch of perverts."

"You only have one mouth to move now." The waitress said, "Ah Shan, gag her mouth, whatever method you want."

"Yes!"

A strong man named Ah Shan came out, took off his mask, revealed an ugly and rough face, put his hands on his belt, and seemed to be about to take off his pants.

Black air filled Ling Ruoruo's pupils, and the brilliance gradually disappeared, replaced by an indifference and coldness, and another consciousness was taking over the body.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

In the room, another person appeared at unknown time.

Silently.

The figure of the big man named Ah Shan suddenly froze, followed by a crackling sound, and exploded into blood mist!
The blood mist filled the air, and everyone looked at the person walking out of the blood mist, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Ling Ruoruo trembled, raised his head, the blackness in his eyes disappeared, and he regained his spirit, "Father..."

She suddenly discovered that she could move, and the mirror in front of her was covered with cracks and had been destroyed.

"Give them all to me, Xiaomei, go and inform Miss, we may not have enough manpower..."

A beautiful waiter's voice came suddenly, she lowered her head slowly, and a crystal jade hand pierced out from her chest, stained with blood.

"Die."

Ling Ruoruo pulled out her arm and kicked her away. The latter died, and her proud chest was replaced by a bloody hole.

The other waiter wanted to leave when he saw this, but a face that was extremely handsome suddenly appeared in his field of vision, but with the indifference of a god of death, it was creepy.

As soon as she saw it, her soul trembled.

The rest of the people became corpses, lying behind the blond man, and the only one alive was himself.

"Don't kill me, my master..."

Ling Yu didn't listen to her at all, he slapped her down, and the pressure broke out, directly crushing her into a meat paste.

Ling Ruoruo's face was calm, and he snorted coldly: "You pervert, you deserve this fate!"

"Stop running around." Ling Yu turned and left.

"Oh." Ling Ruoruo stuck out her tongue obediently, and happily followed.

When he was about to walk out of the store, Ling Ruoruo's eyes lit up, and he tiptoed back, and walked quietly along with a small box marked "Special Effect Products".

Ling Yu: "..."

"What happened?" Seeing Ling Yu brought Ling Ruoruo back, Su Lian asked.

Ling Ruoruo was very close to her, hugging her shoulders affectionately, like a pair of good buddies, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, nothing."

Su Lian smiled, she mentioned the relationship between the two, but the other party didn't care at all, and only regarded her as a friend.

Not long after, the envoy stopped, and there was a magnificent palace in front of him.

"Go in and ask for blessings."

"Thank you for leading the way." Su Lian nodded.

The messenger snorted coldly and left with his companions.

"This person doesn't look so bad..." Xiaobai yawned, and said casually, "By the way, Ruoruo, what did you do when you disappeared, and you kept giggling when you came back, did you pick up a treasure? ?”

"You... you're the only one who steals!" Ling Ruoruo said coldly, turning her head away.

Xiaobai scratched his head, only feeling inexplicable.

Entering the palace, a huge scene burst into view.

His eyes flew out and landed on Yaochi, where hundreds of beauties with fish and wild geese were dancing gracefully and peerlessly, their movements were neat and orderly as if copied, flawless and shocking.

After crossing the fairyland, we arrived at the Martial Arts Stage. The black armored soldiers on the Martial Arts Stage were mighty and intimidating.

Across the Martial Arts Terrace, there is the main hall. The main hall is resplendent and extravagant. A strong man sits and drinks, and the terrifying aura emanates intentionally or unintentionally. When they condense together, they directly cause the heavens to fluctuate.

In the depths of the main hall, a throne stands erect. The throne is made of several kinds of ultra-precious meteorite metals, engraved with Dao patterns.

On the throne, a man with a detached temperament smiled and raised his glass to welcome Ling Yu and the others. His whole body was full of majesty, and his gestures carried the aura of a king.

"He's showing us off." Ling Ruoruo said in a low voice.

Su Lian looked sad, "But his power is really strong, enough to shock the world."

"Let's go." Ling Yu deliberately made two pockets on the emperor's robe, so as to satisfy the habit formed on Earth, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward.

Ling Ruoruo and the others followed closely behind. When they passed the Yaochi, beautiful women flew out of the water, dancing gracefully and lightly, spreading their wings like swans.

The wind blows from Ling Yu's feet, and the water flowers are like lotuses, blooming against the wind, corresponding to the dancing posture, like a dream and illusion, and everyone is dumbfounded.

Passing through Yaochi and passing Yanwutai, thousands of black-armored soldiers roared and pointed their guns at the sky.

Ling Yu took a step forward, his momentum slightly released, the void burst, and the space was turbulent.

All the sergeants suddenly became silent, their knees became weak, they turned on their backs, and the formation was instantly chaotic, leaving only an empty road in the middle, and Ling Yu led a few people walking through it like a leisurely stroll.

The complexions of the powerful men in the main hall changed drastically, and the smile of the man on the throne disappeared.

When they came to the main hall, everyone in the next seat suddenly stood up, breath burst, and toasted Ling Yu.

"Welcome a few guests!"

The rules of the avenue suddenly became disordered, turning into a frenzied current that raged and wreaked havoc.

Ling Yu didn't move, grabbed the void, and a jug of wine and a wine glass flew in front of him.

Su Lian silently stepped forward and poured wine for him.

Ling Yu drank it, frowning slightly, and said: "It's a little bit less fragrant, it's unpalatable."

He lightly waved his hand, and the wine glass and wine jug returned to their original positions. The rioting avenue suddenly calmed down. Everyone looked pale and slumped down as if they had been hit hard.

(End of this chapter)