166 The Ning Jiao’s Sting 5yr

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The person who delivered the item said, "You will have to wait for the sword. It is too large for us to deliver. Gu Xiaojun is still figuring out a way!" Upon saying that, he descended the mountain without turning around to bid farewell. Wen Leyang wanted to send them off but he was occupied…
The moment the rubber sack was opened, the air in the entire Wen family village suddenly changed. It was not a change of temperature or quality of the air. It was a gush of chaotic and agitated sensation that suddenly flooded everyone’s chest and messed up Qin Zhui’s force of the knife. Within the smell that was released from Ning Jiao’s corpse, the portion of the world that was built by his knife could no longer declare the shape of the world.
It had been almost twenty days since Ning Jiao’s death but there was not a trace of decay on the corpse. On the neat wound around its head and neck, not a single drop of blood was seeping out. Just like when he just died, the jelly-like blood coagulated a