deadly mantra

Chapter 644: Demon King’s Apostle, Killing Li

In no time.

The overwhelming killing intent disappeared without a trace.

The wind suddenly stopped.

The leaves that were broken by the evil spirit slowly flew down from Ji Fanyin's vigilant sight.

Her black and white eyes slowly rolled twice, and she nudged Leng Hongru's back with her back:
"It's not right."

The moonlight outlined Leng Hongru's angular jawline. He took a half step back, leaned on her back, and whispered coldly:

"A total of three forces appeared at the same time."

"Three parties?" After hearing this, Ji Fanyin not only didn't feel nervous, but the corners of her lips raised slightly.

She could only feel two forces, but Aru was more powerful.

Leng Hongru nodded slightly and said:
"Those who come from the south should be Demon King believers, and those who come from the north are people from Death Valley. As for the other group..."

He frowned coldly and had no intention of continuing.

Ji Fanyin waited for a moment and looked back in confusion.

The moonlight was cold, and his tall figure was like a mountain, protecting her behind her.

Somehow, her heart suddenly felt stung.

The pain was inexplicable and intense.

She clenched her gums and was about to endure it, but it disappeared again, leaving only the sticky sweat on her palms to prove that the pain had been there.

Ji Fanyin licked her dry lips, wanting to tell Leng Hongru about the strangeness of her body. The moment she raised her head, she happened to bump into Leng Hongru's jade-like face. His expression was frighteningly cold, and the coldness in his eyes was as heavy as a demon's. Hai, she was stunned and forgot to speak for a moment.

At this moment, a misty flute sound came from a hundred meters away.

The sound of the flute is not as clear as the jade flute of Shui Qingchen. It is a very ethereal feeling, as if in a dream.

Listening to it, one can't help but sink into it, wanting to put aside the long years and pick up the deepest obsessions in the heart and the endless nostalgia for the past...

Ji Fanyin's expression changed subtly.

At first glance, the sound of the flute sounds like a woman expressing her feelings, but in fact it is awakening the deepest hidden greed in people's hearts!
A trace of greed, under the control of that person, can turn into the most ferocious knife.

A deadly knife.

Ji Fanyin's face was very solemn:
"She's here." Leng Hongru looked cold and determined, and his voice was low:

"Already entered Ji Mansion."

Ji Fanyin suddenly clenched her hands and secretly bit her gums.

Confuse the mind and control the spouse.

Lu Li, the puppet controller who is best at tapping into the darkest side of people's hearts, is here.

The demon father is not just trying to kill his family!
He didn't even want her as his daughter! ?

He clearly knew that she was not afraid of anything, but she was most afraid of Lu Li, who was walking towards her with a bone flute in his hand.

Kill Li.

A very charming looking woman.

One……

The murderous female seductress!

Ji Fanyin felt her teeth chattering and her hands shaking.

She instinctively took a step back, trying to escape.

But when I think of Ji Mansion...

And the people inside.

She cursed in a low voice, grabbed Leng Hongru's wrist, and ran towards Ji Mansion.

While running, look back.

The soft hair gently brushed Leng Hongru's pursed lips in the night breeze.

"Aru..." While running, she did not forget to warn: "The bone flute is the easiest to confuse people's hearts. Even I will be affected by it sometimes. Only you, even Lu Li said, she can't fathom your heart." . If I can’t resist the bone flute’s temptation//// in a while, don’t worry about me, you can find a way to rescue Bao Simu first.”

Leng Hongru's eyes flickered slightly, and a cold and cruel air suddenly appeared:
"You want me to... leave you?"

"Even if I fall into an illusion, I can still find a way to leave this place," Ji Fanyin added, "But Bao Simu is different. She is not as powerful as me and cannot withstand the control of Luli's bone flute."

　Xiaoyin's heartache here is an ambush, an ambush, calmness, not a heartbeat...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)