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Now she was wearing a white shirt on the outside of the sling.

This shirt is really an eyesore.

Duan Gang's hand just reached out to Zhen Yue, trying to tear the clothes for her.

But then I thought about it, now I'm torn apart, looking at her, I can't eat her again.

It's also dull, so it's better to wait, and let's talk about it later when there is time.

Just when Zhen Yue's heart was about to be lifted, Duan Gang moved away from her body.

The group of people continued to walk forward.

It was a gorgeous palace just now, even if that palace seemed to have an empty gorgeousness, at least it was perfect for the senses.

As we walked, we came to pieces of ruined wood again, and there were continuous weeds.

"what……"

Zhen Yue screamed suddenly.

Everyone looked at her with displeased eyes.

"what's your name!?"

Duan Gang also turned his head and glared at Zhen Yue.

"Yes...someone is scratching my feet!"

Zhen Yue almost cried, her mouth was trembling when she was talking.

Because this place was dark again, Gao Qingming quickly took the flashlight and looked at her feet.

I only saw her bare ankles, which had been firmly grasped by a white hand bone.

Of course, there seems to be nothing but this bone.

"Duan Gang, you did it for her!"

Gao Qingming glanced at Duan Gang who was standing beside her.

Duan Gang frowned, his hand pulled towards the white hand bone.

"Cracking..."

His hand just touched this hand bone, and there would be waves of coldness, and then this hand bone made a harsh sound.

But this bone can't be beaten.

You know, Duan Gang's nickname is the Broken Steel Hand.

Even steel, in his hands, can be easily removed.

But now this white hand bone cannot be removed.

Duan Gang continued to pull it a bit, and finally his face became paler passively.

In just a moment, Duan Gang's eyebrows and hair were dyed with a layer of hoarfrost.

"Did you bump into something!"

Duan Gang couldn't bear the chill brought by this white bone. He stood up and shook his hand vigorously.

"I didn't...ah..."

Zhen Yue shook her head in a panic. She tried hard to pull her foot out, but she couldn't pull it out all the time.

"let me do it!"

Tao Jinghong walked over, and he drew his sword.

I was muttering a word, that peach wood sword was filled with bursts of bright light.

Tao Jinghong raised the sword abruptly, and slashed towards Zhen Yue's ankle.

Zhen Yue looked at a shining sword and slashed in her direction.

He opened his eyes suddenly and screamed uncontrollably.

She closed her eyes, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't wait until the terrible feeling hit her.

When she opened her eyes again, the bone that was clamped on her ankle had been broken apart by the sword.

She lowered her head and looked at it in disbelief. Is it okay?

Zhen Yue moved her feet, and she was fine.

"You come to the center!"

Gao Qingying glanced at her faintly.