This is not an exaggeration, but the greatest security and benefits brought by the information age.

Manager Ma nodded quickly and took out two clay dolls from the table in the room. One of them looked dull and ordinary, but the other looked painted eyes vivid and turned slightly.

I don’t know if it was because of the light, but those eyes seemed to have become flexible.

Lin Qing carefully took out a spiritual sword from the police officer's pocket and stabbed the clay doll with one sword.

I heard a sharp wail coming from an unknown place.

The mud doll suddenly cracked, and large pieces of blood flowed out from the cracked crack.

"The evil magic has backfired, and at least one vitality is seriously injured." Lin Qing stabbed the side again and looked dull.

With a sword, the clay doll cracked and a wisp of black spiritual energy escaped in a panic.

Zuo Jiayin raised his hand and burned the spiritual energy with a wisp of Qingyang torch. Lin Qing looked at her in surprise, nailed the mud doll that was still flowing with blood onto the table, and whispered, "I'm really skillful."

He is obviously a rookie.

But whether it was when he met the demon cultivator for the first time, he knew how to touch the demon cultivator's corpse, or now he knew how to cooperate and help him, he was as skilled as a mature cultivator.

However, maturity is always better than immature. At least you can know how to protect yourself when facing the extremely vicious demon cultivator.

Lin Qing didn't say anything else, and took out a green cloth bag from the police suit's pocket, wailing sharply, as if there was something bound to the bag from inside, and tucked it tightly into the bag.

Go back to the police pocket.

Zuo Jiayin widened her eyes and stared at her Senior Brother Lin.
Chapter completed!