His whole body was covered with blood, and his body was covered with big and small holes. He was about to be caught by the dragon and turned into a sieve.
Fortunately, he still knows how to protect him, otherwise he would have to summon the souls of the couple...
He raised his head and looked at Qi Luoer, who was lying on the couch, ignorant and ignorant.
He sighed slightly: "Miss Qi, please wake up quickly. That guy Yue Wushang has always been carefree, but he didn't expect that he could be even more crazy than me, a great lover. I have known him for more than a thousand years, and this is the first time I met him.
He has been so serious... It doesn't matter if you hate him or blame him, just wake up and give him a good beating. Even if you don't want to be so stubborn, you are also smashing my sign!" [
Heaven, earth, who did he provoke?
In recent years, if I have not done anything else, I have been busy summoning spirits!
He is simply grabbing the business of Black and White Wuchang. No wonder Black and White Wuchang has become obsessed with him. His face is always longer than a horse's face...
Feng Liyan poured several basins of bitter water into the pot, and then resigned to his fate and began to cast the spell.
He pressed his finger into the barrel, and a green light flashed at his fingertips.
That green light was like a long dragon sucking water, sucking out the dragon's blood in the bucket and condensing it into a thin line.
As he waved his fingers, the blood line was manipulated like an invisible brush, crisscrossing around Qiluo'er, forming one bloody spell after another.
Those talismans are so strange that it is almost impossible to see what the patterns are, but they are connected in context...
That bright red blood color came from nothing, from less to more.
The crowd around Qi Luoer gradually became a big gossip.
There is another human figure in the big gossip...
Flashing with blood-colored light.
Those rays of light flow slowly, just like the blood vessels in the human body flowing smoothly, intertwined with bright red.
Gradually they gathered above Qi Luoer's head...
Painting such a pattern was obviously a laborious task, and beads of sweat were already forming on the tip of Feng Liyan's nose.
The delicate white hands were trembling slightly.
The green shirt was soaked with sweat and clung to the body, making it very uncomfortable...