Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1867 From now on, close the gate of the temple

"No dissection!" Nangong Jing roared hysterically, only resentment remained in her scarlet eyes, without a trace of human emotion.

Qiaoqian knew his temper. Now that he had made up his mind, it was useless no matter what they said, so he chose to keep his mouth shut.

Nangong Jing suddenly roared at the pilot: "Take off, tell Jiang Heng to wait over there!"

"Yes..." The pilot froze, and immediately dialed Jiang Heng's cell phone...

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Hong Yuan, who was chanting sutras, suddenly spilled the Buddhist beads in his hand at the moment Jian Junxi died.
His closed eyes suddenly opened, and he murmured: "Amitabha..."

"Master, what's going on?" Wu Ze, who was meditating beside him, asked puzzledly, picking up the prayer beads on the ground.

Hong Yuan raised his eyes to look at the Buddha, his calm eyes did not show any waves, and he said calmly: "From now on, close the gate of the temple and no longer receive any pilgrims!"

"Ah?" Wu Ze's eyes widened in horror, and he asked inexplicably, "Master, why is that?"

"Let's do it!" Hong Yuan didn't explain, and stood up while leaning on the cushion.

"Oh..." Wu Ze scratched his head, thinking that he was dreaming for a while, and ran forward stumblingly.

The biting cold wind swept the goose feathers and snow covered the sky, which had already covered the earth with a layer of silver fashion. The snowflakes were flying all over the sky, looking silent and sad.

A medical fighter plane at the front slowly landed in the air.

Jiang Heng and the two officers stood in the middle, and all the people had just finished taking over.

They were thinking about how to save Jian Junxi, but without thinking, they suddenly received a call saying that Nangong Jing would be there in a while.

Jiang Heng knew that Nangong Jing was awake, and rushed to rescue Jian Junxi, but he didn't know why?But there is still a kind of unspeakable fear in my heart.

Standing inside the grid gate, looking nervously at the fighter plane slowly falling outside the grid gate.

As soon as the cabin door opened, several doctors got off the plane first.

Nangong Jing with gauze tied on her head, her face as black as the bottom of a pot, her red eyes full of violence, walked off the plane step by step with Jian Junxi's body in her arms.

The hostility around him raged wildly, as if it was about to swallow everyone in front of him immediately.

Because the wound on the back of his head was open, more than half of the gauze was stained red, which made him even more cold-blooded and ruthless.

When everyone saw that Jian Junxi was sleeping in Nangong Jing's arms, his body seemed to have been chopped off countless times, their eyes suddenly turned red.

Jiang Heng looked at Nangong Jing with murderous eyes, and felt like a thorn in his heart.

Thinking of a certain possibility, his legs softened, and the two officers next to him immediately supported him.

Jiang Heng burst into tears. A few hours ago, the figure of Jian Junxi leaving the country without hesitation suddenly flashed into his mind.

He clearly agreed that if there was any danger, she would blow the whistle, and he was lucky enough to think that she had been taking time...

Two soldiers opened the grid gate, and Nangong Jing strode over with Jian Junxi in his arms
(End of this chapter)