"Spells originate from the hatred deep in the heart. This kind of magic requires only a small substance to influence the real world from the spirit, but it costs more than most magics. Spirit abhors, most people who intensively practice spells have only two results. One is to find a way to comfort the soul, and to get rid of the negative effects of spells, and truly become a person who masters spells. This kind of person is honored as a mantra master. '.???? Eight? One Chinese? W? W? W?.
"The other is the perennial death house, perverted in loneliness, swallowed by the negative hatred of spells, and her personality goes to extremes. Just like the old woman in front of her, who exploded after years of loneliness, as long as a good opposite sex treats her Fatal attraction is often obtained through violence, and finally tortured and killed. We call this kind of human beings, I blame them or something, perverted, while women are called weeping widows."
Gu Yipeipei talked, making the expressions of An's father and daughter unsure, and at the same time making Ben Dongmei's face worse, and finally couldn't help backhanding and throwing it away, conjure a lot of black powder at him.
"Boy, you are so much nonsense, shut up!"
"Uh… "
After the black powder passed, Gu Yi pinched his neck, looking breathless, holding the wall with one hand and slowly falling down.
"Uh, ah, oh, I'm dead, I... dead... now..."
Seeing him sticking out his tongue and falling down, Wen Dongmei sneered and sneered: "****, who made you talk so much nonsense." Then she turned her face and looked at An Longtu: "Mr. An, I like you so much. , Why are you rejecting me?"
"I, I, Miss Wen, violence is not the way to solve the problem. Why don't we make a cup of coffee and sit down and talk slowly. I have a shI coffee that has just arrived. The taste is pure. I believe you will like Miss Wen." Long Tu said slowly, after all, he is rich, and he is used to seeing things like wind and rain in his life. Although this is the first time he has encountered this kind of thing, he calmed down quickly and stabilized the weird Wen Dongmei before he finished speaking.
"Heh..." Wen Dongmei chuckled, as if she had returned to her previous quietness, and nodded, "Mr. He'an is really desperate to drink coffee, but your daughter loves things, so it's better to kill first, and then I will help you give birth. A son."
"Born you, old witch!" An Xia couldn't help but yelled, grabbed the wooden stool on the ground and threw it at her, then ran to the door quickly.
"Hey, want to run, can you run away?"
Ben Dongmei easily dodged the stool, grabbed it in her hands, and was about to start her hands, but she saw An Xia suddenly stopped at the door and kicked at Gu Yi on the ground.
"You, get me up!"
Boom!
"Ouch."
The "dead" Gu Yimeng on the ground jumped up, clutching his calf, "How did you see it?"
An Xia blinked: "Guess it."
"Then you can't be gentle."
"I guess I guessed it."
"Shut up." Wen Dongmei scolded. Seeing that the two of them started to confuse their mouths, they pointed to Gu Yi and said coldly, "Are you kidding me?"
Gu Yi: "Yes."
An Xia: "No."
The two looked at each other.
Gu Yi: "No."
An Xia: "Yes."
Ben Dongmei was angry: "You guys at Tm are playing tricks on me!"
An Xia hummed, "What's wrong with you, old witch, Gu Yi, hurry up, set her on fire!"
"Okay." Gu Yi raised his hand and let it go again. "No, how can I set fire?"
An Xia hit him: "Don't pretend, burn her soon."
"Really not."
Seeing that the two were about to mix it again, at this moment, Ben Dongmei fluttered, and another group of black powder floated over. Only then did An Xia see that this group of black powder was not a fan, but a group of fans. The dense cluster of small insects only made the scalp numb, so I couldn't help but screamed out, holding Gu Yi's arm: "Get it away!"
Gu Yi let out an "Oh" and blew lightly at the floating black bug.
call…
There seemed to be a lot of people in the room. At the same time, blowing air, faintly, as if a gust of yin wind blew the black worms back towards Ben Dongmei.
Ben Dongmei's expression of surprise flashed by, grabbing the hem of her skirt, brushing at the black bug, and collecting everything. Then he stood up and said, "It turned out to be a ghost warlock, or maybe, just now I was worried that you are the one who can control the fire fighters as the little girl said. Now you can rest assured."
"Don't worry?" Gu Yi hesitated. "Do you want to be in front of me?"
"Ah… "
Ben Dongmei sneered, grabbed her head with her backhand, and tugged at the three people's incomprehensible gazes, and pulled all her heads off.
Gu Yi stroked his sunglasses for a moment: "Are you..."
"Spirit."
Ben Dongmei said softly, a black head in her hand began to entangle with each other, and it was woven into a long whip more than one meter long in an incredible way. The scales on the whip were gleaming, like a black snake. what is the relationship.
Gu Yi opened his mouth, his face was quickly covered with joy: "Psychic artifact, really, haha..."
Ben Dongmei looked suspicious. He didn't understand why she brought out the good stuff, but this kid was so happy. After another thought, he only assumed that he was a silly x, offered a snake whip, and drew a whip over it.
"Boy, I have endured you for a long time, go to hell!"
In the air, the snake whips and makes a "hissing" sound, like a viper attacking and biting!
At this moment, Gu Yi uttered aloud at the same time, shouting: "Bite her!"
"Wow!"
"what!"
A dog barking sounded out of thin air in the room, followed by a cry of pain, and the snake shadow disappeared into nothing.
The snake whip fell on the ground, but Ben Dongmei's hand was soaked with blood, as if he had been bitten by a large beast. The wound was extremely deep and bones were almost visible.
"what."
Wen Dongmei glanced around and saw nothing. When she looked back, she saw that Gu Yi had picked up her snake whip, with a smile on her face, and she said to herself: "Thank you, sister Wen for the magic weapon. Now, this thing is not easy to raise, it's hard for you.
Wen Dongmei barely had a spit of old blood, and she instantly understood that Gu Yi was just planning to grab her own things. She slowed down, barely held back, and squeezed out a smile and said, "Why don't that sister give you another good?"
"Okay."
"Then you can pick it up!"
Ben Dongmei yelled, enduring the severe pain in her palms, and both hands vanished. The two groups of black powder scattered to Gu Yi and An Long Tu respectively, and then turned and fled to the window.
"Want to run? Look at the whip!"
Gu Yi waved the snake whip and swished a few times to disperse the black mist. The last whip hit Ben Dongmei but made her jump out of the window. She was about to catch up, but was stopped by An Xia.
"Don't chase, you look at my dad."
Gu Yi glanced at An Longtu, seeing that his pupils were moving, breathing was difficult, and the situation was urgent, so he had to stop, came to him and took out a yellow box with stool painted on it from his backpack.
"what is this?"
"Shimi." Gu Yi tore off a piece of clothing and divided it into two parts, one to block his nose, the other to carefully open the box and touch some of the contents in the box, and finally put it under Anlongtu's nose.
"Shimi? Is it the rice grown from the corpse?" An Xia was puzzled, suddenly a strong smell came, and instantly understood the meaning of the corpse rice, "Are you smelling shI to my dad?!"
"clever!"
Just after Gu Yi gave a thumbs up, he only heard "vomit", An Longtu's face turned green and there were countless black bugs in the vomit. (End of this chapter)