"Hahaha..."
"Hahahahaha..."
Wang Xiaoqiang compared the girl's blood curtain magic treasure to a menstrual cloth, directly making all the eleven thousand soldiers in the Myriad Circle Spirit Formation and Thousand-Position Spirit Formation burst into laughter.
"Despicable thief, take this!" Amidst the laughter, the girl's face turned pale with anger. She almost spat out blood. She glared angrily at Wang Xiaoqiang, let out a tender shout, crossed her hands in front of her chest with an orchid-like gesture, and the crimson curtain suddenly accelerated, rolling toward Wang Xiaoqiang.
Wang Xiaoqiang smirked playfully, released his Six-Layer Golden Shell, and then let the bloody curtain wrap him up.
