Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1119

Empress Dahe has no intention of leaving at all, and Ah Biao is so terrified that she only hopes for a miracle, or the door in front of her can block her.

But the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny. As Empress Dahe raised her hand, this weak door instantly shattered.

The huge impact knocked A Biao into the air, first knocked down the table and chairs, and then slammed into the wall.

The new wound affected the old wound, and Ah Biao's throat felt sweet, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The desperation forced out A Biao's ferocity. He had never had fewer lives in his hands in these years, and even he owed a few blood debts from his disciples.

"I'll fight with you!" A Biao slapped the ground, gray mist spewed out from all the scars on his body, and he fought back the consequences of being eroded by the door to repel Empress Dahe.

Following his reckless pull, the swarm gathered together with an unprecedented explosive force, and then rushed towards Empress Dahe.

The explosive power of the swarm, coupled with the sense of strength that seemed to overflow from his whole body after he was about to be completely eroded, made him firmly believe that even if this blow could not seriously injure the opponent, it would be enough to knock her back.

But what happened next was completely beyond A Biao's comprehension.

Mistress Dahe didn't move, but the swarm seemed to have received some kind of order, they quickly merged into one, and got into Mistress Dahe's sleeve.

Immediately, the vague connection with A Biao disappeared.

He could no longer perceive the presence of the swarm.

Immediately afterwards, a butterfly emerged from the cuff along Niang Dahe's white arm.

It is a rare, ice-blue butterfly, beautiful and enchanting, A Biao has never seen such a butterfly.

As if just waking up, the butterfly exuded a lazy and noble aura, and after lightly shaking its wings, it flew up.

The moment the butterfly appeared, Wu Wu who was far away in another room couldn't help but frowned.

A Biao stared blankly at the butterfly, wondering what kind of medicine Dahe Niangniang sold in her gourd, no matter how the butterfly looked at it, it didn't feel dangerous.

Could it be that Empress Dahe has something to say to herself?
The butterfly spread its wings and flew flutteringly towards A Biao's position, with a light body, drawing beautiful streamlines in the air.

In the end, it fell on A Biao's fingertips.

A Biao raised his hand and stared at the butterfly. He would never dare to slap the butterfly to death or drive the butterfly away.

"Well"

A Biao snorted secretly. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the butterfly on his fingertips in disbelief. This butterfly... actually bit him.

No, not right!

He stabbed him with a thorn.

In the next second, a cold feeling spread along his fingertips.

His eyes became terrified, and his mouth couldn't help opening, because he saw a burst of ice blue flames.

"Ah... ah ah!!"

The flame didn't burn fast, it just burned his body inch by inch, but this was even more torture.

It is not accurate to use burning, because what Ah Biao felt was a bone-chilling chill, which was crazily devouring his soul, not just his body.

From this moment on, A Biao's all hopes were crushed. Under the suppression of absolute strength, he couldn't even produce the determination to resist.

Accompanied by a painful howl, the ice-blue flames engulfed him, and his life came to an end.

Strangely, the flame did not ignite anything nearby, and it disappeared after Ah Biao died.

The butterflies fluttered lightly, and then flew back into Empress Dahe's sleeve robe, and the latter turned and left.

There was silence in the room, and a corpse was curled up on the ground, face down.

It seems that there are no traces of burning on the whole body of the corpse, but if you turn the corpse over, you will see two eye holes on the face of the corpse.

The eye hole is empty, the eyeballs are gone, and there are no traces of picking and tearing, as if they were erased by an invisible force.

In another room not far away, Jiang Cheng had already taken off his mask, and tried his best to look this way through the crack of the door.

A Biao's heart-piercing wailing made people's hearts tremble, not knowing what kind of inhuman torture he had suffered.

The mist drifted away, and Jiang Cheng saw Empress Dahe leaving step by step.

Just when Jiangcheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the night would end safely like this, a sudden change happened.

Empress Dahe suddenly turned around as if she had sensed something, her face turned to where Jiangcheng was.

Even with the cover of the red hijab, Jiang Cheng still felt a cold gaze, which perfectly passed through the crack of the door and stared at his face.

Jiang Cheng didn't dare to move for a moment.

Before Jiang Cheng could react, a force pulled him and pulled him away from behind the door.

Wu took Jiang Cheng's place and stood in front of him.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng could breathe again.

He gasped heavily, as if escaping from death, his eyes were full of fear.

After a while, Wu looked back, turned around, and looked at Jiang Cheng.

"How?" Jiang Cheng couldn't help asking, he felt that the ghost bride might have found him, or even... even recognized him!
"It's nothing serious." He said softly with no expression on his face.

Jiang Cheng let out a breath, and slowly stood up from the ground. It seemed that the other party hadn't noticed him, so he was finally relieved.

"Let's wait for the ceremony to get married." Wuyou added.

Jiang Cheng: "!!!"

His legs gave way, and he almost fell to his knees with a thud, but fortunately the fat man had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he supported him, "Doctor, you knelt too early, it's not yet time to give gifts and get married."

"Besides, you kneel to your wife before you pass the door, and when you pass the door in the future, she won't bully you to death!" The fat man persuaded Jiang Cheng in a friendly tone: "You are a man, you have to stand up! !"

"What's the situation?" At this moment Du Moyu showed a rare conscience, instead of congratulating him immediately, he asked.

Jiang Cheng was supported by Fatty Du Moyu from left to right before he sat on the chair reluctantly.

"It's no big deal, there must be remedial measures." Jiang Cheng held a teacup and smiled indifferently, "The ghost bride is looking for Lu Jianli, what does it have to do with me, Jiang Cheng?"

The fat man licked his lips and whispered, "Doctor, can we stop shaking, your tea is spilled."

Jiang Cheng ignored him and looked at Wu, "Right, you must have a way, good brother?"

Wu shook his head, his tone was firm and straightforward: "No way."

"Don't be afraid of difficulties, but you can't retreat in spite of difficulties!" Jiang Cheng stood up, poured Wu a cup of tea, his tone had never been so kind, "Good brother, for the sake of taking you to the buffet, help me This time, okay?"

Wu Wu thought for a moment, stood up, and under the shocked eyes of everyone, he also poured a cup of tea for Jiangcheng, handed it over and said, "My good brother, you don't want to either. See how difficult it is for you brothers?"

(End of this chapter)