Necromancer: Ahem! I'm really not Lao Liu!

His eyebrows were like distant black ink, their slightly raised tips carrying a touch of heroism, much like the perpetually melting snow on Mount Emei, radiating a coolness and a resoluteness. His eyes were like two pools of clear autumn water, their black irises seemingly hiding countless stars, and their often vibrant brilliance. (Of course, his capricious and daring nature was also a specialty.)

Her straight nose adds a sense of three-dimensionality to her face, making her whole face look more lively and beautiful, and her cherry lips are rosy without any makeup.

Her waist-length black hair was like a waterfall, soft and shiny, casually tied up with a silk ribbon with a Shu embroidery pattern. A few strands of hair fell on her cheeks and behind her ears, adding a bit of elegance. She must have just been in a fight, and the loose hair made her look even more delicate and charming.

Bashan Mountain is a place of beauty, with a figure as graceful as a bamboo.

Her body is like a willow in the wind, and her steps are as light as fire and whirlwind;

The lotus face reflects the color of the morning glow, and the distant black eyebrows contain the soul of the steep mountains;

The stars in her eyes and her messy hair, the charming appearance of Shu Ji is the most captivating.

She was wearing a glass skirt, but it was torn by the battle. As she moved, the breeze blew, revealing a large area of ​​scenery, revealing the spring scenery.

A kind of enchanting beauty enters the heart, which can be said to be "a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally without any decoration". Natural beauty does not need to be carved, and it is already touching.

Well, that’s the feeling of “feet”.

Suddenly a person appeared in front, blocking the view ~ it was Qin Xiaomin.

He was heard saying, "Zhang Dadan, you are messing around. Hurry up and do it! Wait and see. There is plenty of time."

Zhang Dabing woke up as if from a dream and replied, "Okay."

When a hero saves a beauty, the posture must be handsome.

In order to look cool, Zhang Dabing didn't even want the soul of this monster!

Because his coolest attack skill right now is "Spiritual Skill: Finger of Death!"

This was the first time he had used his "Spirit Skill" after advancing his profession;

I saw a dark moon rising from the position of "Thunder Leopard". It was a little different from the previous dark moon. The current dark moon actually had a circle of white halo, which was weird and harmonious~ This is a special effect that comes with it.

As the dark moon slowly rose, the area seemed like a dead, underworld space. Moonlight, a cold purple glow, cast a shadow across the earth, tinging everything with an eerie hue. The surrounding air seemed frozen by this force, the previously boisterous sounds of the mortal world vanishing in an instant, leaving only the chill emanating from the dark moon.

Purple light condensed into a finger, like the hand of death reaching out from the endless darkness. Wherever it pointed, space seemed to distort, and the target instinctively wanted to avoid it. The target stood there, feeling an indescribable sense of oppression all around him, as if an invisible mountain pressed down on his heart. Breathing became extremely difficult. He wanted to struggle, to escape, but there was no way to avoid it. He could only wait in despair for the final judgment to come, allowing the fear to grow wildly in his heart, gradually eating away at his sanity.

The light faded away and Lei Bao died!

Lei Bao fell, and Zhang Dabing seemed to sense that his skills had improved, but now was not the time to check.

While being shocked~

Qin Xiaomin, the careless one, actually flew over and hung onto her aunt like an octopus, saying, "Aunt, are you okay? Did you miss me?"

Probably worried, he just said, "I'm glad you're okay. I didn't expect to be separated after coming in. I was scared to death."

Qin Xiaomin said, "Me too. You don't know, it's been really miserable during this period." After saying that, she rubbed against her aunt, like a spoiled child, seeking comfort.

But she didn't seem to notice that her aunt had just experienced a fierce battle, and her dress was already in tatters. After being rubbed and scratched by her, the already tattered dress was even more tattered.

A vast expanse of snow-white skin came into view. It was as delicate as fine mutton-fat jade, and under the intermittent light of the surroundings, it shone with a soft and alluring luster, revealing a unique charm. It was as if it had an invisible magic that once caught one's eye, it was difficult to look away.