goddess is a man

He stopped and looked back.The wind blew over with fragrant petals, which was very comfortable.He stretched out his hand to fiddle with the blown hair, a white brilliance flashed on his wrist.He stared blankly, he didn't remember what it was or where it came from.But he felt as if he had forgotten something very important.

He seems to have promised someone a very important thing, what is it?

The wind is still blowing, his thoughts are in a mess, why can't he remember!Why? ! !Holding his hand on the side of his head, the man's voice echoed in his head.

． ． ． ． ． ．Zixi, Zixi, Zixi.

who? !Suddenly various fragments appeared in his mind, and he didn't feel his eyes widening.

[To live! ]

[wait for me! ]

Seeing that the scenery in front of him began to collapse in an instant, the beautiful scenery surrounded by green hills slowly turned back to the eerie blood red boundless darkness.That person's name was on the verge of coming out.

"... Mo... Che." He murmured, still lying in a deep coma on the black stone platform, motionless.

The black-clothed priest turned around, leaned over to Nanwang and said, "Not dead."

Nanwang couldn't see any emotions in his deep, just squinted his eyes and nodded slightly.

Mu Zixi lay on the stone platform with her eyes tightly closed, her frowning brows turned pale.The fine sweat on the forehead wetted the hair and stuck to the cheek, and the dry lips let out a few painful groans unconsciously.The sweat mixed with bright red blood slid down the stone platform along the texture of the skin.His arms and back were carved with complicated patterns by the demon red dagger, like a totem.The totem on the arm is carved from the arm to the wrist, and the pattern on the back is from the neck to the waist.

Where the demon knife passed, it left a deep wound, and the strange red light was attached to the cut flesh.Looking from a distance, the totem pattern is shrouded in red light.

It's not as simple as going to a tattoo parlor and getting a tattoo.They didn't cut you with a real knife, the pain is not on the same level.Moreover, the whole process is awake without anesthesia.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Zixi woke up from his lethargy, and at the same time, there was a tearing pain in his arms and back.He didn't have the strength to shout anymore, his voice was exhausted.Biting her pale lips tightly, she trembled with pain and broke out in cold sweat.

I realized later that he was lying on the stone platform this time.No wonder the wound on his back was being rubbed every time he moved, the pain was terribly painful.Lying on the stone platform had a better view than lying on his stomach. He saw the large pool in the center of the room, and the same stone platform at the other end of the pool.

He closed his eyes, his body has been tossed without any strength.Hearing the sound of someone walking, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw Nan Wang staring at him condescendingly.The corner of his mouth twitched far-fetchedly, and he said sarcastically, "Is this why you said you didn't intend to kill me?"

"Aren't you dead?"

Mu Zixi closed her eyes helplessly, as if muttering to herself: "I wish you would kill me directly."

"Nan Wang, the sacrificial offering is ready." The old priest's airy voice was like a sharp sword piercing into Mu Zixi's heart.His heart shrank suddenly, and he opened his eyes.He saw the old priest hunched over, holding a silver-white broad knife with black patterns.The blade exudes a bloodthirsty chill.

Ah~ah~ He accepted his fate, and in the end he still had to bleed him.He just wanted to be able to hit it with the knife, and don't let the blood out for a long time, and the person is still half alive, which is very painful.

He waited quietly for the verdict of his death to come.

For a long time, there was no other reaction on the body, but a strong smell of blood came to the nostrils.He simply opened his eyes and turned his head to look around.Nan Wang was standing next to him, but he didn't look at him, but focused on the front.

what is he looking atMu Zixi followed Nan Wang's gaze.

He swears that he would rather die before seeing the scene in front of him, which made him suffer physically, and now it tortures him psychologically.How many normal people can bear it?

Mu Zixi held his breath, his depressed heart was about to burst.

On the black stone platform on the other side, there were about [-] people lined up, and the old priest was concentrating on bleeding one by one.The movements are skillful, just like eating and drinking water.

The people placed on the altar are all alive, it's just that they cannot move and shout.When the old priest grabbed a woman's hair with a withered hand and lifted her head up, revealing a tearful and terrified face, Mu Zixi went crazy like crazy.

That girl is Pu Cui!Once Nanwang sent to take care of his maid!Such a lively girl.

"Ah——!!! Bitch!!!" He didn't think he was such a noble person, but he didn't want to see someone kill someone in front of him.This is a real murder, and the smell of blood has filled the whole room.

"Stinky old man! You're going to die! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.hhhhhh.Pu Cui saw Mu Zixi from a distance, and finally gave him a sad smile.So helpless, so painful.