บท 147: Deity of Blessing?

"Miss Qin, you don't have to pretend to be dead anymore, right?"

Jiang Li kept away most of the chain. In order to prevent the other party from escaping, he still left a shackle on her slender ankle.

Under such circumstances, the Dragon Imprisoning Lock's suppression effect should have been very low. The other party should at least be able to possess a body again. It did not have to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Ssss!

Jiang Li flipped over the other party's palm and pressed his index finger on it. The effect was like a hot iron coming into contact with butter. Strands of white smoke immediately rose from the cold and pale palm, and the middle gradually became charred and sunken.

Seeing that the beautiful palm was about to be burned through by Jiang Li, Qin Shuman, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly opened her eyes and immediately let out a miserable ghost cry.