Quick wear: the heroine was robbed by the sick villain

Chapter 803 Live fortune telling, my friend, your seal is black (19)

Although Song Ji looked normal, how could the Patriarch Song, who was familiar with his son, not see his guilty conscience?
And he actually has a lot of girls' things on him.

Patriarch Song asked his teachers and classmates, and they all said that Song Ji should be in love, but they have never seen that girl.

Patriarch Song immediately went to trick his son without any trace.

Although Song Ji is smart, but he is obsessed with academics and has a simple mind. How can he be the opponent of the father who is in charge of the clan?
After a while, I was almost covered by my father's stereotypes.

But Patriarch Song was afraid that the monster would be bad for his son, so he kept his worries in his heart for the time being. He didn't show any flaws on the surface, and found an excuse to sneak back to find Ruan Mian. He was afraid that his youngest son would be killed by the monster later. what!
Ruan Mian: "Don't worry, Uncle Song, I figured that the vixen has no ill intentions towards Song Ji for the time being, so how about it, I'll accompany you to City H."

The girl's gentle voice soothed the old man's heart.

Patriarch Song thought that their Song Family Village was so peaceful these years because of the predestined relationship and the presence of young masters and apprentices, and the people in the village would never bump into anything bad, and they had great trust in the abilities of their masters and apprentices.

He felt relieved, showing a little shame, "Xiao Mian, I'm going to trouble you to make another trip, and you won't have time to rest."

Ruan Mian smiled, "What's the matter, exorcising demons is my job."

It's just that she just came back from downtown H, and it's time to pass again.

Recently, she seems to have a special relationship with City H!

Forget it, it's not far anyway.

The barbecue I went to last night was delicious...

"Mianmian!"

There was a trace of helplessness in Xiu Qingyue's voice.

Didn't she say yesterday, just go there once?

Ruan Mian's apricot eyes flashed, feeling guilty.

She said obediently and softly, "Xiu, I was just thinking about it."

He shook his head slightly, helpless to her, but before eating those unhealthy foods, He did not condone.

Although a practitioner is healthier than ordinary people, she is still a human being, and eating too much barbecue is also a burden on her body.

A few years ago, he just couldn't bear her tormenting him, so he ate an extra ice cream for her, and ended up with gastroenteritis!

Ruan Mian: "..."

It's an old thing, why don't we turn it over?

Besides, back then, she didn't have the cultivation level she has now.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the tentacles of the gods touched the soul of her white light ball, as if to appease.

But compromise and let her eat barbecue again, so forget about it.

Ruan Mian: Huh?

Xiu: "Mianmian, don't be coquettish, if you can't do it, you can't. Also, Patriarch Song is waiting for you."

Ruan Mian: "..."

Great!

……

City H, Yunhe Hotel
A thin, refined young man wearing glasses was walking down the corridor.

Suddenly, the originally bright corridor lights began to flicker.

"careful!"

boom!
With a feminine voice, the young man was thrown onto the carpet.

And the light above where he was standing exploded, and the sharp fragments even penetrated into the floor. What if it fell on someone?
Simply unimaginable!
The young man's face was a bit ugly, but there was no fear in his expression.

A blue mist suddenly appeared on his body, and a beautiful woman in a green dress appeared beside him.

"Aji, are you alright?"

"Qing'er!"

When the young man, that is, Song Ji saw the woman, his calm brows and eyes flashed with worry.

He held her hand, "Didn't I tell you not to use your strength any more?"

The woman named Qing'er shook her head, "The visitor is not kind, you can't deal with it."

Song Ji pursed her lips, when she still wanted to say something.

The lights in the corridor began to flicker again, and at the same time, the floor and walls began to gurgle and bleed blood, and the scene was terrifying.

Qing'er frowned, her hands were sealed, and her red lips uttered a word, "Break!"

Yin Qi exploded in the air, the corridor lights were restored again, and the blood was gone.

but……

"Cough cough..."

"Qing'er!"

Song Ji quickly supported the woman, his eyes were full of concern, "How are you doing?"

A trace of blood slid from the corner of Qing'er's mouth, and the demon power collapsed badly.

She struggled to maintain her human form, and shook her head at Song Ji, "I'm fine."

"Hahaha... Descendants of the Qingqiu Fox Clan's bloodline? It seems that this trip, I really made money!"

A man in a black cloak with a strange accent stepped out.

Walking in, Song Ji could see that the other party was wearing a chain full of baby skulls, various skulls were hanging around his waist, and he was holding a pitch-black wooden stick with a twisted and bloody human head on it.

The other party came out barefoot, his face full of weird lines was full of greed, and he looked at Qing'er as if looking at the precious treasures on it.

Song Ji couldn't tell that this strange man was Qing'er who coveted him.

He stepped forward to block Qing'er, his face tensed.

The weird man didn't even look at Song Ji, and walked towards Qing'er fiercely, "Fox, come with me, I'll let this human go, otherwise..."

His head turned around with a click, and he opened his bloody mouth at Song Ji and Qing'er, as if he was about to fly over at any time and bite off their heads.

The expression on Qing'er's beautiful face was extremely ugly.

Fly head down!
This head drop master has actually practiced flying head drop!
If it was in the past, Qing'er would not be afraid of a flying head, but now...

Qing'er bit her lip, and looked at the head-subduing master palely and weakly, "If I go with you, will you really let him go?"

The lower head master narrowed his eyes, "Naturally!"

"Qing'er!"

Song Ji didn't doubt, nor did he blame the woman for arbitrarily making decisions for her, only worry and unwillingness in his eyes.

Why is he so weak?

You can't even protect your beloved woman!
Qing'er shook his hand, and walked slowly towards the head-down master.

The lower head teacher smiled with satisfaction.

But suddenly, a cloud of green smoke rushed over the face of the head-down master.

Taking advantage of the head-subduing master being trapped in her illusion, Qing'er grabbed Song Ji's hand and ran away.

Unfortunately……

"puff!"

Qing'er spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to support herself and fell forward.

Song Ji hurriedly hugged her.

The head-down master actually appeared in front of them!

"You think you can deal with me with just a little illusion?"

The lowering master sneered, "You Xia people have a good saying, you don't eat a toast, you don't eat fine wine!"

"Since you don't know what to do, I'll kill this man first!"

Song Ji showed no fear on his face, he just hugged Qing'er tightly
He didn't say any nonsense like "as a cultivator, he killed innocent people indiscriminately". This man looked crooked at first glance, how could he have any kindness?
Song Ji is not afraid of death, but regrets that he is so weak and cannot protect Qing'er.

Qing'er's face was white, and he was frightened, "You can't kill him!"

The lowering master sneered coldly: "I can't? Is it up to you?"

Qing'er took a deep breath, "No, Song Ji is from the Song family village, he is protected by the gods, if you dare to attack him, you will be punished by the gods."

"Hahaha……"

The lowering master laughed out loud, full of ridicule, "Are you talking in your sleep?"

Would the gods care about a mere human being?
Qing'er gritted her teeth, "I don't believe you haven't heard of Qianyuan Town!"

Ordinary people don't know the secrets of Qianyuan Town, but in Xuanmen, they are clear.

That place is the dojo of the gods, and no one, monsters, or monsters are allowed to make trouble.

The head-down master naturally knew about that place, but he didn't take it seriously. He's just a human being. How can a god be so free?

"If you want to blame it, blame him for being too rigid and unflexible, offending people who shouldn't be offended."

As soon as the lowering master knocked on the wooden stick, a strange and terrifying human head flew out, with a bloody intestine, and bit directly towards Song Ji's head.

"do not want!"

Qing'er's heart and mind were torn apart, as if the self-explosive demon pill died with this demon.

but……

A golden light flashed across, and it was an understatement to shatter the flying head!

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The head-down master suddenly screamed again and again, fell to the ground and vomited blood.

The person who seemed to be only in his early thirties turned gray in an instant and turned into a very old man.

Obviously, flying head drop is connected with the life of the head drop master.

Feitoujiang was broken, and the head-down master also suffered a huge backlash.

But how is it possible?

Flying head drop is the most profound and powerful type of head drop technique. Even if a master who is in charge of the Taoist sect comes over, it is absolutely impossible to smash his flying head drop directly.

Who is it?
The head-down technique suddenly thought of what the vixen just said, the gods of Songjia Village?

Is it really possible?

Which god is so idle?

Da da da……

The sound of high heels stepping on the floor hit the head drop technique, making his scalp numb and full of fear.

Seriously injured, he tried his best to look up, but saw a girl who was more beautiful than the woman in the form of a fox walking slowly.

Her whole body was as cold as snow, and her aura was so overwhelming that the head-down master didn't dare to look directly at the other person's face and eyes.

I always feel that after watching it, he will definitely collapse and die immediately!
(End of this chapter)