The question of the flying centipede was not answered. The belated Zhiyuan came behind him, and two evil hands reached out, one clasped the forehead, the other clamped the chin.
Make a little effort.
KABA!
The flying centipede looks back, its round eyes slowly close, and its body collapses, occasionally twitching.
"Drag it down and have a strict interrogation. Ben Ziwei suspects that he has something to do with the rebellion of the East Palace." Lu Bei waved his hand, and two dead men came forward, dragging the flying centipede away like a dead dog.
The small strong vitality of Huashenjing sighed that the flying centipede could not die for a while, waiting for injury