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She never found any suspicious existence.

After a while, Zheng Jing finally ran back, because Xia Qing was pressing so hard that she ran out of breath, even more desperately than when she was handling the case.

Seeing Zheng Jing's figure appear, Xia Qing's frowning brows finally eased a little, and then she put on an unhappy expression, but there was a relaxed smile in her eyes.

"Xia Qing, I, I, I took it back!" Zheng Jing also felt a sense of relaxation that she had finally completed the task, and waved to Xia Qing with her hand holding the list, with a big smile on her face.

However, this smile could not be maintained.

I saw Zheng Jing's face suddenly turned pale, her whole face wrinkled, and as soon as her legs softened, she knelt forward.

Because she subconsciously stretched out her hands to support the ground, although there was nothing wrong with the fall, she gritted her teeth and stretched out her hands to cover the wound on her shoulder.

Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, Zheng Jing was full of puzzlement and horror, the wound was not too deep, it was obvious that there was a tendency to collect blood before, and the pain was within the tolerable range .Who knew that there was a sudden and severe pain just now, as if something was tearing at the wound, wave after wave made Zheng Jing almost unable to maintain a clear consciousness.

"Zheng Jing!" Xia Qing didn't know that there would be another unexpected situation. As soon as her face changed, she quickly walked towards Zheng Jing. Seeing her fingers clasping the ground tightly while supporting her body, and the veins on the back of her hands were bulging, she immediately grabbed her The other hand was picking at the wound on the shoulder.

That hand had really dug into the wound, and the fingertips were bloody. Even Xia Qing was horrified.

But that's not the biggest problem.

At this moment, I don't care where it is, Zheng Jing's sudden and strange situation, Xia Qing let Zheng Jing hold her left hand tightly, and her right hand brittlely pulled up the cloth near the wound, bent over and opened her mouth to bite out. On the other side of the fabric, tear it hard.

With the sound of the cloth being torn, Zheng Jing's wound was completely exposed.

The wound was bloody and bloody at the moment, most of it was picked by Zheng Jing herself, but there was a black gas churning around the wound, and Xia Qing could feel an ominous spirit passing through the flesh near the wound.

"Ah----" Zheng Jing finally couldn't bear the unbearable pain in her shoulders, screamed and rolled to the ground and curled up into a ball.

Xia Qing was pulled down by Zheng Jing, and her whole body fell to the ground. Seeing that she was about to be pressed on Zheng Jing's wound, she could only forcefully push her hand to the side, and there was a sharp pain in her wrist immediately .

"Loose-hand!" Zheng Jing almost squeezed out these two words from between her teeth.

She looked at Xia Qing with red eyes, the pain made her unable to squeeze out any strength to loosen her tightly clenched fingers, but she knew that such force would hurt Xia Qing's hand.

I can only let Xia Qing pull her hands - that's what Zheng Jing thinks.

However, these two words that were finally squeezed out almost used up all the strength she could control, and the waves of severe pain made her have to clench her teeth again immediately, and almost bit her tongue.

"Shut up!" Xia Qing almost yelled and blocked her back, but she resolutely refused to pull out her hand, letting Zheng Jing hold it painfully, frowning and staring at the spirit quality, thinking quickly in her mind how to get rid of it as soon as possible. The damn spirit was pulled out.

Zheng Jing was lying on the ground, her consciousness was blurred by the pain, but she tried her best to open her eyes and looked at Xia Qing. Her beautiful and flamboyant eyebrows were all wrinkled together, and her eyes seemed a little red, so she couldn't see clearly.

When the pain is over, I have to tell Xia Qing not to frown, it won't look good anymore.Zheng Jing felt that it was amazing that she still had time to think about this at this time, which was funny.

But before Zheng Jing could laugh, she opened her eyes wide, her eyes were full of anger and fear, her whole body jerked violently, she didn't know where to find some strength, she opened her mouth and yelled out a word: "Later!" ----!"

Almost all of Xia Qing's energy was focused on Zheng Jing. It was not until Zheng Jing changed her face and shouted that she realized that there was an abnormal spiritual body behind her. She turned her head and looked back. Standing behind him, the paw pierced straight down, right in front of his eyes.

Chapter 116 I'm Watching You (Part [-])

The dazzling light flashed by, and Ning Yi's horrifying claw failed to hurt Xia Qing in the end. When he was almost close to Xia Qing's eyes, he was suddenly blocked by a burst of brilliance, and was even hurt by that moment of brilliance. There were several hideous gaps on the board, and dark red blood flowed all over the ground.

A cold light flashed in Xia Qing's eyes, it was set just in case when she heard an abnormal voice, but she didn't expect it to be used.

Now she ignored the howling Ning Yi, and put all her energy on Zheng Jing, who was almost fainted, and noticed that the spiritual quality in the wound on her shoulder had actually decreased.

The next moment, even though Ning Yi was dead, and even went mad, she still felt a chill.

She looked at the only two living creatures around her with the remaining eye, the one lying on the ground huddled up was about to lose consciousness, while the other one was looking at herself, those eyes were clearly worse than ghosts fierce eyes.

"It seems that this is the only way to do it." Xia Qing whispered again, her tone seemed to be a calm statement.

Then, she turned her wrist and broke her hand out of Zheng Jing's grasp. Zheng Jing no longer had the strength to hold it any longer, because the pain from the wound eased slightly, and she passed out dizzily.

And Xia Qing, regardless of her red to blue hand that was still in pain, picked up the list that Zheng Jing dropped on the ground, glanced at it, and then stared at Ning Yi again.

The strong sense of danger made Ning Yi want to turn around and run away, but a red rope jumped out from behind and bound her tightly, making her unable to move.

Xia Qing's figure came to Ning Yi's side and re-entered her line of sight. Then Ning Yi opened her eyes wide, watching in astonishment that the red rope that restrained herself seemed to be being pulled, and stretched straight to the school building over there. Next to the wall, it pierced into the wall with ease, and came out again from about half a meter away—the one brought out by the red rope was the other half of Ning Yi, who was tightly bound by the red rope with.

Then, the red rope was passed into the ground again, and a small piece of Ningyi was also tied up there.

"This way, it's complete." Xia Qing's voice sounded again, with a hint of a cold smile.

Ning Yi could only watch helplessly as the red rope brought the rest of her body, and then the whole piece was spliced ​​together, but the complete body could not feel any power at all, and she was firmly controlled by Xia Qing.

"Although you are a little innocent, who made her my girlfriend?" Xia Qing looked at Ning Yi, smiled and said this sentence softly, and it was also the last sentence.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Jing rolled up the list and thrust it into Ning Yi's heart.

It was obviously soft paper, but it pierced Ning Yi's heart like an awl, and the tip even penetrated her back.

Xia Qing's eyes fell on the rolled paper cone of the list, and she recited the mantra at a faster speed. Ning Yi felt that her heart was getting hotter and hotter. When it was too hot for her to bear, she watched the black The flames ignited, and the source of the fire was her own heart—or it should be said that the paper cone on the heart.

Under the silent screams of pain, within a few minutes, only a small black ash was left in front of Xia Qing.

Xia Qing looked coldly at the small group of black ashes on the ground, was silent for a moment, turned around and held Zheng Jing's bleeding shoulder with one hand, dipped her blood and drew a few circles around the ashes, and then Draw a few unintelligible runes.

When Xia Qing finished the last stroke and raised her hand, those bloody runes quickly covered the small ball of black ash, and a gust of inexplicable wind blew by, and the blood-colored black ash was completely blown away and disappeared.

Xia Qing stood up again, her body faltered, and she almost lost her footing.

Her lips were as pale as blood, but she quickly returned to Zheng Jing, looked at the wound that had no ominous spiritual energy, and looked at the unconscious Zheng Jing herself, took out her mobile phone A call was made.