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Chapter 127 Your circle is so chaotic

Chapter 127 Your circle is so chaotic
Finally, Madison got dressed.

In the face of public outrage, she had no choice but to start the live broadcast honestly, and then Bagir was allowed to walk into the illusory gate.

"Changed to the restaurant?" Bagir walked out, and the door behind him shattered like stardust and leaped into the air.

He looked around and saw that the layout was clearly that of a private room in a Chinese restaurant.

The mahogany table covered with a tablecloth embroidered with bamboo forests and pandas was filled with food that seemed familiar to Bagir.

Shredded pork with fish flavor, Mapo tofu, beef with green onions, scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

But there is someone in this room who is more eye-catching than it.

"Welcome," Madison said in an erratic tone, "It's great to see you in the tangible world."

She changed into an outfit that gave her a particularly déjà vu feel.

She wore round-framed glasses that covered half of her face, and was wearing a glittering shawl that looked like a thin, transparent gauze. Her slender neck was adorned with countless necklaces and beads, and her arms and hands were adorned with bracelets and rings.

She even winked at him playfully.

"Are you Sybill Trelawney from somewhere?" said Basil, smiling.

Zoe was dressed normally, with twin ponytails and a plain sweatshirt.

Seeing Basil appear, she ignored Madison's antics and went straight to meet him.

As Bagir responded, his right index finger glowed. The waiter who was about to knock on the door and come in to serve the food lost focus and stood there in a daze.

After a moment, Zoe gasped, turned her head and raised her eyebrows, "Bucky's first kiss is mine."

She remembered that she almost couldn't breathe because her mouth was covered in the bathroom.

Madison didn't care about Zoe's sudden provocation.

Instead, she was looking into the light and admiring the pattern painted on her nails.

Humph! Sweetheart, I was the one who took your first time in your dreams. Who do you think you are?

And he is so skilled, he might have given it to Granger a long time ago.

In response, Zoe glanced at Bagel gloomily.

Taking away your first kiss isn't good at all.

Baqir wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "Okay, girls, let's eat first."

"I'm going to Los Angeles, California later."

Two shocked voices overlapped, "Murder House?" "Fiona?"

Baqir shook his head at Zoe, "No, I'm going to the murder house."

"But." He turned his head, and the magic magnetic field around him naturally rotated. A sense of familiarity came from the other side of the wall. "It seems that you have brought a guest?"

"Wizard?" A middle-aged woman appeared from thin air, a look of surprise on her face.

She could feel a sense of familiarity from this handsome boy.

There is no doubt that he also belongs to this extraordinary world and possesses the bloodline of the Seven Magic Arrays.

In fact, the bloodline of the Seven Formations is not only circulated in women, but also in men.

However, since men have more parts than women that secrete testosterone, male wizards are always less powerful than female wizards.

As a result, there has never been a super wizard - Alpha.

But her intuition told her that the young man in front of her was extremely powerful.

She had only felt this feeling from her mother, the super witch Fiona.

But she was surprised that she could change her shape so easily just now.

She has always considered herself to be of mediocre talent, and that she could only exert her powers through spells and herbs.

She is not worthy of being the daughter of a super witch at all.

Unlike other witches, she can cast spells without using incantations.

If she wasn't so knowledgeable, she wouldn't be the dean of the witch school.

She turned to look at Zoe. "You mentioned my mother? How do you know her? She should be in Switzerland."

Bajir stepped forward, "Hello, future super witch."

A middle-aged woman. Cordelia was inexplicably terrified. "Me? Super witch? I think you're talking about my mother."

Baqir held her hand and leaned close to her ear, "Why don't you be more confident? You can see for yourself."

The wizard blood of this world, which originated from Madison and was copied to him, without the ridiculous weakness of being affected by testosterone, began to resonate with the blood of the woman in front of him as the magic magnetic field rotated.

In a moment, Cordelia's dark brown pupils turned pure white.

The earth cracked and boiling magma spread.

The gates of hell are wide open.

The sky howled, thunder roared, and lightning flashed.

Stairway to Heaven emerges.

Devils are howling and demons are roaring.

The gods wept blood and the angels fell.

A red dragon with a horn crown on its head was hovering, blocking out the sun and the sky, and transparent flames were scorching the sky and cracking the earth.

A sword that reaches high into the sky and deep into the ground blocks the colorful city with flashing neon lights. The city is enveloped by golden light waves, making it peaceful.

Cordelia shed tears of blood, and the endless emotional energy was transformed by Bajir into spirituality, which was called mana by the wizards of this world. It poured into her body and supported the operation of the third eye.

"Is that the future?" Her voice trembled and her white pupils returned to their original color.

Even a super witch is like an ant facing everything here.

Bajir couldn't help but take a deep breath, and sweet, high-quality fear flowed out of this woman and was incorporated into the cycle of good and evil in his body.

By this calculation, you can also earn a lot of emotional energy.

Due to the blood connection, the incomplete blood he copied from Madison was also optimized.

He also shared the future that Cordelia had just seen.

In a good mood, he explained: "To be precise, it's my future after joining."

"You have just awakened the ability of divination and prophecy."

"Unlike ordinary witches, yours is more powerful."

“It might be more appropriate to call it Tianmu.”

“When you touch another person’s body part, you see that person’s past or what they might do in the future.”

Cordelia couldn't help but take a step back and stammered, "You are—"

He stretched out his right hand, and a golden glow condensed into a sword in his hand. Bajir smiled and said, "You may find it very familiar."

"It has many names. Broken Steel, King's Sword, Iron-Slashing Sword, Sword in the Lake, Sword of Promised Victory. But you should be familiar with them."

At the same time, golden animal eyes appeared, exactly the same as the red dragon that covered the sky and the sun.

“The future is determined by the strong.”

Baqir held her hand again, "You can take another look."

Cordelia shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, her head tilted back as new images flooded into her mind.

The man sat on the clouds, like a god.

Two girls served on both sides.

Thousands of miles above the sky, look down with him at the world beneath the clouds.

The earth wailed, and mushroom-shaped explosion clouds appeared in the former city.

Cordelia gasped, her consciousness drifting away from the scene.

If she was not mistaken, the two girls were Zoe and Madison.

The godlike man was the young man beside her. At this moment, he said again: "This is the future of Michael Langdon and the Church of Satan destroying the world after I decided not to intervene."

"Michael Langton? Who is he?" Cordelia asked. But this time, her words were no longer panic-stricken, but full of determination.

She has the demeanor of a future super witch or leader of a witch group.

"Let me speak for you sweetheart." Madison took Basil's hand, "He is the son of Satan. The tentacles that plunged the world into darkness and destruction."

Cordelia: "Where is he?"

Zoe also came over. "He's in Los Angeles. He lives in a mansion next to a famous haunted house. I think so, if her grandmother hasn't passed away."

"By the way, he is just a mortal now. A dump truck can kill him."

To be honest, the reason she knew so much about it was more because the girl who played Violet in the first Murder House was the same girl as her.

However, after she knew the plot, she went to check it out. Unfortunately, their appearances were only similar but not surprising.

That's right, the American Horror Story series always likes to use recurring actors.

Even though the plots of the first, third, fifth, and eighth parts are connected, the actors still repeat themselves in key roles.

If they were exactly the same, then everything would have been a mess long ago.

At least Fiona would definitely recognize the psychic who looked exactly like her daughter.

"Can I go and kill him?" Cordelia said with a determined look.

"I have a better solution." Bagir suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something interesting.

He kissed Madison and Zoe on the cheeks, "Looks like I have to excuse myself."

The sword in his hand began to glow, then dissipated, and even Bagir's body began to glow.

Under the brilliant black starry sky, a shooting star flew towards the bustling Los Angeles.
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The empty old house has not seen anyone for a long time.

A young man wearing ill-fitting children's clothes was crying like a child.

The young man had thick golden brown hair and light blue eyes.

His facial features were handsome, yet contained an lingering cold evil aura. However, at this moment, his face revealed an expression of incomparable childish innocence.

In front of him was a female corpse, lying quietly on a sofa covered with a dust sheet. It looked like she had committed suicide.

He hugged the female corpse and kept repeating words like "wake up" and "I'm sorry".

"If the souls in this house don't want to be seen, then no one can see them." A middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the sofa across from me. His eyes revealed the kindness of an old father, and his tone was extremely friendly.

The young man, who was immersed in pain, quickly came to his senses and asked, "She doesn't want me to see her?"

"I'm sorry." The middle-aged man whispered, with a little more pity in his eyes.

"Who are you?" the young man asked in a childish, crying voice.

The middle-aged man seemed to have made up his mind, "Someone who wants to be seen. Someone who wants to help."

"If you really want to change, I can give you guidance."

"I'm a devil!" The young man gave up on himself, but revealed a sense of hope, "Why are you helping me?"

The man said kindly, "Because I always treat you as my own son. Even though you are not my son."

"No, he is your father. Although there is no blood relationship between us." Bagir couldn't help but speak out.

This is the murder house.

Anyone who dies here can become a ghost and linger in this house.

This middle-aged man is Ben, the husband of Vivian, the mother of the Son of Satan.

The young man is Michael, the son of Satan. He looks like an adult, but he is actually only seven years old.

The female corpse was Constance. She couldn't accept that all her descendants were abnormal. Some time ago, her grandson grew ten years older overnight and tried to kill her in his sleep, so she collapsed and committed suicide.

It is worth mentioning that her son Tate is also the boyfriend of Ben and Vivian's daughter Violet.

In order to repay her gratitude, Tate gave a child to Nora, the ghost who saved her when she was young, and had a relationship with Vivian pretending to be Ben.

Hence Michael.

All of the above mentioned people except Michael are ghosts.

In short, Bagir just wants to say one thing: your circle is really messy.

But all this should be the influence of Satan. In fact, it is hinted in the original plot that all haunted places are the mouths of hell.

After Vivian became pregnant with Michael, Tate returned to normal.

And this isn't just speculation.

In fact, the reason why he didn't show up just now was not to laugh at the joke.

But I ate too much.

The endless malice turned into pure energy and joined the circulation in his body.

However, none of them could compare to what the seven-year-old young man in front of him brought him.

The emotional magic on his data panel, that is, the number marked after the alien magic when it is full is the size of the blue bar.

If you want to improve, you can only spend a huge amount of emotional energy and go through the cycle of good and evil.

Until now, the value of his alien magic has only increased from 327.5 to 328.3.

He had been beside Michael for less than a minute, but Michael's high quality, naturally generated from the bottom of his heart, and his inexhaustible malice had increased the value of Bagir's alien magic to 403.

It is still increasing rapidly at an exaggerated rate of 0.001 per second.

You have to know that this increase is the upper limit, not just the accumulation of energy.

This is not a problem at all, he is my non-blood related son!

Then, the look in Bagir's eyes when he looked at Michael suddenly changed.

If you don’t know, you would think he is Michael’s father.

"Son, ugh, Michael."

"I am the one who can truly change you for the better."

Michael looked confused, but he couldn't help but move a few steps closer to Bagel.

Both Baqir and Ben were strangers to him.

However, the closer he got to Bagir, the weaker his desire to kill became.

He also believed Baqir's lies.

So he turned to Ben and asked, "Dad?"