Deadly Cards [Unlimited]

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It was this sentence again, Xiao Xiang lowered his head, biting his lips, this sentence was the last straw that broke the camel's back, Xiao Xiang stared at Wen Jingjing with red eyes.

"Wen Jingjing!!" He roared, "I don't fucking love you anymore! You fucking want to die by yourself, so don't fuckin drag me!"

After Xiao Xiang finished yelling, Wen Jingjing's face also showed panic, where did the man who was so obedient before go?

"Wen Jingjing, from today onwards, we are both clean! I, Xiang Xiang, have nothing to do with you in this life!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Xiang raised his head as if relieved, looking at the gray sky, his eyes were blurred.

Zhou Yan took all this farce into his eyes, and when Ruan Mingxiu and the others entered the village, Zhou Yan moved his joints and squatted stiffly in front of Wen Jingjing.

In those eyes, the blackness of the eyes had shrunk to a point, and he looked at Wen Jingjing with his head sideways, the corners of his mouth twitching violently.

"Jingjing, tell uncle, what do you mean by death?" Zhou Yan raised his arm, and put his already blue hand on Wen Jingjing's shoulder.

"The mountain god doesn't like children who lie the most. You tell uncle, and uncle will protect you." Zhou Yan's voice was urgent, and bloodshot eyes crawled under the whites of his eyes.

Wen Jingjing was getting angry, he didn't care whether he was inside or outside the dungeon, but he slapped Zhou Yan's arm away and cursed.

"You're bald, don't touch me, you haven't showered for several years, you fell into a cesspit, or your cesspit exploded!" Wen Jingjing's words were simply out of his head, Zhou Yan's face was already dark, and now it's even more so. black cyan.

Now Nanjia could only stand there blankly, with so many stupid words, the Jade Emperor shook his head when he saw it, and shouted that he couldn't be saved.

Wen Jingjing didn't notice the seriousness of the matter at all, and he kept exporting stinky culture, Zhou Yan put on a sullen face, and hugged Wen Jingjing directly by the waist.

"Gaga, pull my clothes." Zhou Yan said.

"it is good"

Nan Jia could see Wen Jingjing's ferocious face through the gap, his hands kept tearing at Zhou Yan's clothes, and he still didn't want to stop cursing.

Zhou Yan turned a corner and stopped at the door of a house. Outside the door, two people who were Wen Jingjing's "parents" were already waiting outside with a coffin.

Zhou Yan pulled Wen Jingjing's collar and threw him on the ground. The woman standing behind the fence looked at Wen Jingjing with a bitter expression.

If you want to sacrifice...what are you doing pulling yourself?Nan Jia frowned, her heart stalled a little.

Immediately afterwards, the man standing behind the woman lifted Wen Jingjing up, walked to the side of the coffin, with a sullen face, and stuffed the person inside without saying a word.

Wen Jingjing's mouth was still persistent, until his head was pressed firmly in the coffin, and finally he became afraid.

"What are you going to do! Ah! What are you going to do!" Wen Jingjing tore his throat, "Let go of me! Aren't you my father? I'm your daughter! Let me go!"

Tears overflowed from the corners of Wen Jingjing's eyes, and he reached out to pry open the man's fingers, but there was a huge difference in strength, and in the end the coffin lid completely buried his voice inside.

Nanjia doesn't have the energy to complain about Wen Jingjing now, the focus is on him now, if it's a sacrifice, then his coffin is already ready.

But he had already seen the courtyard where he lived, and there was no sign of a coffin at all. What exactly did Zhou Yan want to do that time?

The man and the woman carried the coffin one after the other, and their faces were not very good-looking. The middle-aged and old people in the village had already gathered at the door, all looking at Wen Jingjing in unison.

The two people carrying the coffin walked in the front, and the rest followed along the line, while Nanjia was tightly held by Zhou Yan.

When Jinxiu, who was standing in the distance, saw Nanjia, her eyes panicked immediately, and she hurriedly walked to Zhou Yan's side.

"Zhou Yan, what are you dragging our Jiajia to do%3F?" Jinxiu took Nanjia's other hand: "We Jiajia has to go home, and he needs medicine for his eyes."

Zhou Yan narrowed his gaze, and looked at Jinxiu with a smirk: "The ceremony will start soon, since Jiajia can't do it, isn't it the same as getting familiar with us in advance?"

Jinxiu looked at Zhou Yan's face, and finally just smiled and let go of Nan Jia's hand to follow behind the team.

When everyone came together, Zhou Yan dragged Nan Jia to the front of the line and stretched his voice.

"The sacrifice begins~"

"Cross the hills! Strangers don't come close!"

Zhou Yan let go of Nanjia's hand, and raised his hand above his head. The cold wind around him made the back of Nanjia's neck feel cold.

When stepping on the mud at the foot of the mountain, a gust of wind blew over, everyone was silent, and the coffin behind them was still thumping.

......

Ruan Mingxiu sat on the bed and slid off the bed when there was no movement outside. Now that there is no one in the village, this is a good opportunity to investigate.

But when the hand just touched the door, it was suddenly bounced back by some inexplicable force, and there seemed to be a transparent barrier between the door and the hand.

Ruan Mingxiu frowned, stretched out his hand and tried again, but still the same, he was sealed in this room.

Sure enough, this dungeon already knew the general content before the first 24 hours of entry. It looked like a simple dungeon, but now it seems that it restricts actions everywhere.

What it wants to do is to let you watch it alive, but it can't make a difference.

Ruan Mingxiu clicked his tongue and kicked the air wall.

On the other side, Nanjia has been led to stand on the top of the mountain, and the cold wind is still blowing straight into the neck of the person. Nanjia should be thankful that his eyes are wrapped in cloth, otherwise, Zhou Yan will definitely notice his current expression.

Under the mountain, as I guessed, there is indeed a temple, and it is very large. The dark red walls are covered with black and blue tiles. The two sculptures at the door are gods that have never been seen before.

These scenes were seen by Nanjia in the cracks. In Nanjia's eyes, the temple at the foot of the mountain has been surrounded by ghosts.

And they are not very old.

"Jinxiu, are you wearing too little? Why are your lips so white?"

Suddenly there was a voice of inquiry from behind, Jinxiu was startled, looked up at the speaker, and pulled the corners of her mouth stiffly: "It's a bit cold, if I knew it, I would have worn thicker clothes."

"Then I'll take it off for you to wear. I'm wearing thick clothes today." The speaker smiled and took off his coat.

Others also took this as a small episode, turned their heads and continued walking.

At this time, Zhou Yan was different, his gaze was fixed on Jinxiu, his lower eyelids twitched slightly, and finally he turned his neck, lowered his head, and looked at the top of Nanjia's head.

"Gaga, wait for the priest to go back and give your mother hot water to drink."

"Okay." Nanjia replied calmly, with excitement in his tone: "We sacrifice, what are we sacrificing?"