A flash of lightning fell directly on the big tree in the headquarters building of the Exotic Bureau, and the fireball crashed and the fire rang. The golden dragon greeted on the floor scared the corner of the wall, and the big gecko was lying motionless on the wall.
Then ca the thunder. The dull "rumbling" in the hall suddenly exploded with a deafening sound, and the walls trembled like a long suppressed roar.
"what's the situation?"
"Are the guards running outside the headquarters building?"
"Wait, guys, look at that! That's ... what's that?"
I saw a wall that was scorched by thunder, and the thick handwriting slowly flowed down, spreading quickly in all directions.
I don't know who murmured: "Sacrifice ..."
"But the last offering was not dead. Didn't we kill the suspect in ti? Shouldn't that gloomy offering be interrupted!"
"Don't make it happen, why did this ritual appear in the headquarters building?"
"Director Xiao, the local bureaus are reporting similar situations! Hey ... Dr. Wang, the danger level has not been evaluated, don't make it up!"
Dr. Wang from the Ancient Books Restoration Departnt stepped to the bottom of the wall one step at a ti and turned to look at Xiao Zheng. The large and protruding eyeballs magnified the spectacles. He said dumbly, "This is a mark. ! "
"what?"
"Mark, Director Xiao, the gloomy sacrifice was successful! The curseman summoned the legendary" devil "with thousands of live animals. The devil must fulfill his contract and return his thousand lives to be free. People are the targets of slaughter! "
Xiao Zheng hesitated for a mont, then turned around and ran back to the conference room: "Xuan Ye!"
The dark wide sleeves slid down from Xuan Yuan's face, and the sleeves were covered with gloomy sacrifices, and the rotten blood was mixed with the warm fragrance, which gave rise to indescribably extravagance and fierceness.
Between the sparkles and fire, Xuan Yuan flashed countless thoughts in his heart—why? Why did the gloomy sacrifice succeed?
Unless the moustache leader is not a curse at all!
By the way, those donkey friends broke into the Grand Canyon after the riot of the Abyss Mutant Tree, and Sheng Lingyuan took them out of Abyss himself. He had seen the moustache!
If the moustache is a spellcaster, if he is smart enough, he will keep a safe distance from the summoned monster before the contract is established. Because no one knows what will be summoned, the monster's intention is moody. , The contract is not completed, get up and get angry, it is not impossible to kill the curse.
And the boy who was infected by the mirror flower water moon butterfly, why his body was occupied by the butterfly, but he could use the sacrifices to ask for help? Can't you just shout out? Can't write?
Taking a step back 10,000, it was calculated that it was so kind of principle they did not understand. After becoming a sacrifice, the boy could not control his body and yell or write freely. He could only use the sacrifice to communicate with the outside world— So why did he choose to write a distress ssage in his diary?
Isn't the diary just sothing for myself, write on that thing, and ask for help?
Soone is misleading them step by step!
If no one knows the gloomy sacrifice, the curse can complete the thousand people's living sacrifice unknowingly, and once unfortunately hit the grass and scare the snake, it was discovered in advance by the foreign control bureau. If the information is insufficient, the field staff will definitely try first. Searching for sacrificial symbols, stepping into the trap set by the man-the unlucky child is a firewall that leads them to the wrong suspect.
The mustache talent is the last offering!
Seeing the hilarious devil knew that they had been misled!
The caster needed to ensure that the moustache died at the turn of the night, so he must be arresting the scene and approach the target at close range ...
This person's special ability is very special, can let others ... Even the living dead infected by the mirror flower water moon butterfly obediently obedient, acting according to her pre-written script.
Xuan Yuan suddenly understood that after he heard Ping Qianru's sentence, what did he think was wrong? The three people in the aftercare departnt followed him. When things were wrong and the field staff in the hospital's branch was in trouble. Everyone's first reaction is to follow up with their imdiate supervisor and wait for instructions.
This is a natural response.
The fat girl stayed at the door, even the old Luo who was scared to death was circling downstairs to stand by, but why didn't one person appear?
She knew that the focus of their mission this ti was this Sheng Lingyuan. When she arrived at the hospital, she didn't even take a look at it, and imdiately put herself into "nervous" work. She then voluntarily escorted those "donkey friends" and moved. Co and say hello to your new boss, even the more savvy intern.
That's because she was afraid that eting with Sheng Lingyuan in advance would reveal her feet!
Finish, spring, life!
Sheng Lingyuan helped stabilize Xuanyuan, and patted his palm in the brow's eyebrow: "Weird poor, let you go today, little demon, don't interfere with ."
"I'm afraid ..." Xuan Yuan raised his eyes, and while talking, two flas pierced the frost, the flas of a serpent, one up and one down, entangled in the wrists and ankles that Sheng Lingyuan hadn't had ti to retract, and Sheng Lingyuan acted slowly, Xuan Yuan Epee is already in hand!
The next mont, the epee squinting at the burning fla, whistling and chopping at the demon head.
Xuan Ye ’s body language suddenly changed—this “exhausted”, “ca n’t stand up”, “minor little lonely monster under the fence” suddenly stretched back, her pupils were plated with a fla of light, wrapped The frost on him vaporized directly.
Xuan Yuan's brows showed a totem-like bright red pattern, and he said in a deep voice, "Not very suitable."
The epee was smashed, and it pierced through the sleeve of the demon head full of sacrifices. How could a man holding a sword be frozen into a wolverine appearance of a quail!
An earth-shattering lightning in the dark cloud split the dense fog, almost illuminating half of the sky, and Sheng Lingyuan was caught off guard. In a hurry, he had to grip the epee with both hands—the gloomy sacrificial offering on his sleeves seed to hit a natural enemy and quickly Dissipated to reveal the background of the sleeves.
Xuan Yuan slamd down the epee, the floor of the hospital lounge cracked open, and the slam slab smashed down again, and fell to the outpatient hall on the first floor.
"The thirty-sixth-generation patriarch of the Nanming Fire Keeper is not a baby demon who lives in the world," Xuan Yuan pushed the epee forward two inches by pressing down, and the fire was almost swept over Sheng Lingyuan's face. He was bad. With a smile, "My teammates are unreliable. I'm used to keeping an eye on them. Soldiers don't tire of cheating, seniors."
"Dola
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