Quick Pass Raiders: Male God, beg for the top!

Chapter 392 The Damn President and the Hot Chicken Feng Shui Master 51
Midnight.

Although he is a fox demon and has a golden finger of a feng shui master, Yan Xiao is not a god after all. If he wants to know what happened back then, he still has to... pay a price.

The incense case is set up.

The four sticks of incense were firmly inserted into the incense burner.

Yan Xiao looked at the blood bowl in front of him, then looked at Mu Zheng and Mu Xing behind him, and paused, "You two uncles, no matter what happens later, don't go out of the circle."

"we know……"

"Then, I'm starting."

Yan Xiao took care of the two of them. He drew a barrier and set up a blindfold. As long as the two of them stay out of the circle, they are absolutely safe.

Not much to say, the most important thing in front of us now is Mu Guang.

The usually handsome young man was sealed by blood ties, because he hadn't gotten up for many days, hadn't seen the sun, and hadn't been in the water, his face was much paler than usual, and he looked a bit weak a feeling of.

Someone deliberately took two steps forward and pinched his face before making a move.

"You have to work harder."

Using the blood of Mu Guang and Mu Zheng as a medium, communicate with the spirit of the 'stillborn' who shouldn't exist, look at the past, and then undo the curse.

The wind blows in an instant.

Waves of sultry wind blow Yan Xiao's dress up high, rustling.

Holding the mahogany sword in his hand, Yan Xiao drew a circle in the air, and the circle was filled with faint blue flames almost instantly.

The bowl of blood that Mu Zheng put on the table also flew into the circle in an instant, and melted into the blue flame, turning into a faint, red smoke.

The smoke flew into the pothole in front of him in an instant.

In the empty coffin, a phantom slowly condensed.

Yan Xiao looked at Xu Ying and closed his eyes.

……

Mu Guang felt that his own world was a bit strange.

It seems that a memory that does not belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind, killing people, killing people...

Countless corpses, and bright red blood.

There were people shouting everywhere, and there was also a person with a long gun in his hand, whose expression was not clear, but who knew that he was laughing all the time.

Someone nearby called the man a dog thief.

many people.

When the screen changed, it was another murder scene.

Mu Guang didn't know why he dreamed of such a thing.

Compared with the top ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, it is not inferior at all.

During the struggle and depression, countless evil thoughts surged up, and Mu Guang felt that his body was soft and his face was dark.

Is this a dream or what! ?

He struggled to get up, to open his eyes, to!

"..."

His eyes lit up, but the outside was still dark, and Mu Guang only saw many scattered stars.

He moved and found that he seemed to be lying on a somewhat narrow table.

He paused slightly, there seemed to be a sound from the side, Mu Guang turned his head subconsciously, and then——

He saw a scene that made his eyes tear up.

His sweetheart.

The sweetheart holding a mahogany sword suddenly clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

That pink blood, which was different from ordinary people, just fell on the mahogany sword.

Suddenly, the light bloomed.

Yan Xiao also saw Mu Guang who had woken up.

When their eyes met, she gave him a reassuring look.
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Tonight, doomed to sleepless.

At four o'clock in the morning, the group went home.

Mu Guang and Yan Xiao were in the same car.

"You vomited blood just now..." After sleeping for a long time before waking up, Mu Guang's body was still a little limp.

While driving, Yan Xiao passed on some spiritual energy to him, "That's not vomiting blood."

"It's just that when casting a spell, a little blood is needed as a medium, so I bleed the blood myself."

"is it?"

(End of this chapter)