Counterattack Guide of the Female Cannon Fodder

Even Qin Zi sensed the black gold folding fan, and because of a distraction, he was swept by Luo Qian's whisk.

He immediately became serious again, Song Mian was not really powerless, but even the black gold folding fan was taken out, indicating that he did meet an opponent. But he couldn't get out at the moment, the master duel, as long as the slightest retreat was in his heart, he would lose.

Dark clouds are rolling in the sky, and the wind is blowing, and the world seems to be filled with a sense of murder.

Mo Jinhan clenched the box in her hand even more. This was her last hope. In any case, she had to do everything today to make these two ghosts pay the price.

In fact, she came very early, just staying far behind, and she could see the relationship between Qin Zi and Song Mian clearly.

The best way to avenge a couple is to make them lose each other.

This is the lesson Mo Jinhan learned from this matter.

If Lu Yan really died, she couldn't imagine what she would become. Then she thought about how desperate the boys and girls who gave their boyfriends or girlfriends a rune of water should be when they find out that they have killed their favorite person. Mo Jinhan didn't dare to think about it at all, even if she thought about it a little bit, she felt heartache.

For Lu Yan, for the sake of more people, Mo Jinhan had prepared the worst.

She is dead, and the big deal is to lose her soul, but if she can succeed, she will save many, many people who are bewitched or about to be bewitched.

Her gaze fell on Song Mian and Su Li, the black gold folding fan was indeed powerful, and Su Li had already fallen in love.

If this continues, Su Li will lose.

Mo Jinhan took a deep breath, and suddenly rushed up. Song Mian didn't even look at her, and just waved his sleeve to bring a gust of wind away, trying to take her away. But he did not expect that at that moment, Mo Jinhan opened the box in his hand.

Suddenly, countless Buddhist words rose up with golden light.

Su Li was stunned, and Song Mian was stunned.

In the next second, Song Mian felt that his soul was trembling. It was the ghost's instinctive fear of the Buddhist language.

Those golden Buddhist words whirled up and surrounded Song Mian, and the pure Buddhist teachings washed the dirty and **** soul.

"Ah—" Song Mian only felt that his soul was torn apart and torn by countless knives. He had never felt such pain.

The black gold folding fan in his hand fell to the ground, Song Mian couldn't hold anything...In the world created by Buddhist language, the picture that appeared before his eyes was the appearance of Qin Zi being ordered to be executed, time and time again...

It is said that the daily punishment in the most terrible **** is the countless experience of the most painful thing in this life.

Song Mian really felt the pain.

"Qin Zi--Qin Zi--" He clutched his head and called the name over and over again, but he didn't get any response. Qin Zi didn't know what he was encountering at the moment. If he just lost his soul, what should he do?

Over the years, these evil things they did were just to consolidate his soul, but now his soul is going to be shattered.

He felt very clearly that his soul was being delayed by those invisible torture...

"Hahahahahaha—" Mo Jinhan laughed loudly beyond the Buddhist language, and Su Li was awakened by the laughter.

She silently looked at Song Mian's painful and distorted appearance, and the storm in her heart... She suddenly raised her head and saw Qin Zizheng, who had discovered Song Mian's danger, hurried over.

however……

"boom!"

That's too late.

Song Mian's soul has been wiped out.