Venerated Venomous Consort

It looks like auspicious, but it is faintly murderous.

There was a faint black and black air at the top of the temple, which looked strange and dangerous.

At this moment, there was a person sitting in the temple. He was wearing a black robe, and his beautiful eyes were like flowers, but his face was cold.

There was a beast in front of him, and there was a bright red liquid rolling in the tripod. From time to time, a faint black gas emerged from the liquid, and it merged into a black mirror in front of him.

The mirror pattern is complicated, the mirror is actually painted black, and there is a faint shadow on the surface.

A woman fluttered in and stood quietly behind him.

The black man seems to be unaware, and he seems to trust the woman behind him, so he continues to practice and make the image on the mirror clearer.

The woman’s eyes fell on the mirror, and the dawn shone slightly.

The people in the mirror she knows, Gu Xiyu, Emperor Yi, and their children.

Very warm family, let her envy...

Her eyes fell on the fingers of the black man, and his fingertips also appeared black, apparently in practice, and his face was pale and his forehead was sweaty, proving that his technique was not easy...

She licked her lips and continued to look at it.

She looked at Gu Xiyu's hand on a strange flesh and blood, and it seems to be doing the same.

And her husband, Emperor Yi, put her in her arms, palms pressed into her vest, and should also help her to exercise...

Van Gogh's eyebrows wrinkled his eyebrows, and the blackness of his fingertips grew more and more, and the sweat on his forehead was more and more. Obviously, he resisted them in the practice.

"Stop! Stop! Leave this flesh and blood, it will harm your child! It will hurt you to lose your child! Take care of you, stop your hand..." Fan Qianshi’s mouth is full of words, as if it is a temptation, and it seems like a threat. Every sentence is turned into Characters fly into the black air...

In the mirror, Gu Xizhen seems to be able to feel the words of Brahman, her fingers tremble slightly, but her lips are close, and a flash of coldness is flashing in the sputum, but the action is more firm!

This kind of offensive and defensive battle lasted for half an hour. The woman looked at the half heart of Gu Xi’s palm in the mirror and gradually shrank, getting smaller and smaller...

The woman’s eyes glanced, and Gu Xi’s took the flesh and blood on the aura!

"Boom!" The copper tripod in front of the Vatican suddenly exploded!

The black gas condensed mirror also instantly dissipated in the air, and there was a golden light that emerged from the air and directly hit the body of Van Gogh!

Van Gogh snorted and shook his body and spit out a blood.

"How is this? How can this be?? Should not fail! They should not have expelled this ancient magic method, how... What is the flesh and blood?" Van Gogh took a breath and looked at the broken pieces of the earth. And blood, squatting there.

He talked to himself for a while, and the woman behind him was like a shadow and did not respond.

"Yan, you said, what is the flesh and blood?"

The woman lowered her eyebrows: "Looking like a heart, is this a failure in the Lord?"

Her voice is flat, no ups and downs, as if there is no emotion.

Fan Qianshi's fingers clenched and coldly said: "There is a temporary failure. In any case, this world must achieve its goal! The identity of this seat has already been exposed. If he is a place, it is our limit!"

The woman did not speak again.

Van Gogh took a deep breath and stood up and murmured: "We have to think about other ways."

His eyes fell on the woman, and suddenly he asked a singer: "Yan, do you hate this seat?"

The woman shook her head: "Yan is the master. No matter what the master does to Yan, Yan has no regrets."

Vatican is satisfied, patted her shoulder: "Yan Er can think this is the best, then in fact, this seat did not really want your life. You see, this seat is not a rejuvenation for you. Yet?"

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At this point, good night, baby.