Han Sicheng frowned, he looked at Fan Yingying with obvious hesitation in his eyes, and he didn't know if some words were said and would cause her trouble. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Monk Miaojue sighed lightly: "The cause of everything is fate, and once the fate arises, it will definitely fall." ”

Han Sicheng's heart trembled after hearing this, knowing that Monk Miaojue had already understood the meaning of his words, he turned his head and asked, "Senior brother, I don't think that person has any malicious intent. ”

Miaojue nodded: "There are no evil people in the world. ”

Zou Yu's head was big when he heard this, and he twisted his eyebrows and asked Han Sicheng: "What do you mean by what you just said?" Someone is using Yingying to raise jade, what does that person want to do? Why raise jade? So what has become of Yingying? Furnace Ding! ”

Fan Yingying listened to Zou Yu's words, and subconsciously reached out and touched her chest: "What will happen if Lingyu is cultivated?" ”

Since that person used her as a container for fostering the spirit jade, what about her once the spirit jade was cultivated? Will it be removed?

Fan Yingying looked at Han Sicheng and was puzzled in her heart, if this was the case, why did Han Sicheng say that person had no malicious intent?

Han Sicheng saw Fan Yingying's expression and knew that she was thinking wrong, so he hurriedly explained: "If you can refine the spirit jade, the spirit jade and the host will become one, you will become extremely powerful, but it is impossible for outsiders to hurt you again." ”

Fan Yingying was stunned, what does it mean that she will become particularly powerful?

Han Sicheng frowned: "I don't know the specifics, but I just know that this is a good thing, once you get it and refine it, it will only be good for the host itself, and there will be no harm." ”

Monk Miaojue glanced at the bulging cloth bag: "I'm going to take the time to go into the mountains, and when your affairs are done, let's go together?" ”

Han Sicheng nodded and agreed: "Okay, after all, if you get its essence, you can be regarded as having a fate with it, so you have to give it a ride." ”

After Han Sicheng finished speaking, he reached out and held Fan Yingying's hand: "Don't worry, what I said is just speculation." ”

Fan Yingying knew that he was telling the truth, after all, she didn't know who the person behind her was, and she didn't know what that person wanted to do.

Ang Lee, Fan Yingying thought of the young man who was wearing a Mao suit and always looked very melancholy, and couldn't say why, she would feel inexplicably flustered.

Why did Ang Lee want the wolf demon to steal the abbot's relics? What's the use of this thing?

Fan Yingying couldn't figure it out, so she could only give up, the most critical thing at the moment was to wait until it was dark, let Sword Seventeen cast a spell, and find a way to get the hard disk in Tang Ming's hand.

As it got dark, Sword Seventeen began to set up in the living room, and all the blankets on the floor were removed, revealing the smooth tiles underneath.

Zou Yu didn't dare to talk nonsense when he stood on the side, he stretched out his hand next to Fan Yingying and took her arm, his eyes staring at Jian Seventeen, who was standing in the center of the living room with a shrine and a table and incense candles, and a word in his mouth.

Around the altar table are placed according to the direction of a slip of rune paper, the dark yellow color is depicted with bright red cinnabar, under the shadow of the candlelight, indescribable madness.

Monk Miaojue retreated to a corner of the living room and sat on a chair, while the little wolf remained motionless in the cloth bag.

After Han Sicheng helped the seventeen runes of the sword to be placed, he also followed Fan Yingying and the others to stand against the wall.

Jian Seventeen was wearing the slim shirt that Zou Yu had bought before, the burgundy fabric was revealing a mysterious aura under the yellow light, he skillfully lit the incense, and there were words in his mouth, he recited the words very quickly, his thin lips opened and closed quickly, and his mouth emitted a low hum like Sanskrit.

Jian Seventeen stopped chanting, respectfully inserted the burning incense in his hand under the incense burner, picked up the rune paper on the niche table with his hand, cut his fingertips with a knife, drew a few strokes on the rune paper, recited a mantra in his mouth, the mantra stopped, and the rune paper quickly spontaneously combusted with the retraction of the gesture.

Sword Seventeen placed the burning rune paper under the censer and sat cross-legged in front of the altar table.

In the living room, which was originally warm and quiet, as the rune paper slowly burned out, a gloomy cool breeze suddenly blew, and the wind was not strong but swirled in the room.

Jian Seventeen raised his right arm and began to chant words in his mouth, the cool breeze in the room quickly gathered towards the niche table, and as Jian Seventeen's arm fell and pointed in the northwest direction, the cool breeze suddenly turned into a sharp blade visible to the naked eye and quickly broke through the wall.

Fan Yingying was dumbfounded, the sword seventeen in front of her was the same as Mr. Yin and Yang on TV, her mana was unfathomable, and the scene in front of her was too unrealistic, Rao was used to experiencing this, and she still felt amazed when she looked at it now.

It's amazing.

Zou Yu pulled Fan Yingying's arm, her fingertips were forceful, and she was obviously handsome.

Jian Seventeen originally looked very good, but now his body exuded a mysterious and profound aura, which was completely different from the taciturn image on weekdays.

He was in the dim candlelight, his white and handsome face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dark golden furry edges, and the whole person looked extremely noble.

Zou Yu was stupid, she always knew that Jian Seventeen was particularly good and attractive, but she didn't expect him to have such a side that people couldn't take their eyes off.

The scene in front of her was strange and abnormal, but she turned a blind eye to it completely, her eyes were only locked on the front of the alcove table, with a plain face, looking innocent, indifferent, and unattainable Sword Seventeen.

Zou Yu never felt that there was any gap between her and Sword Seventeen, and even if there was a gap, it was because she had too much superiority.

But right now, looking at Jian Seventeen, who was skillfully arranged, she suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, as if something was getting out of her control little by little, making her panic in her heart.

Fan Yingying was shocked, she had never seen such a sword seventeen, and when she stared at sword seventeen uncontrollably, she felt that her hand was covered with a touch of warmth.

Fan Yingying's heart trembled, she suddenly came back to her senses, turned her head, and met Han Sicheng's worried gaze.

Fan Yingying glanced at Zou Yu, who was standing on the other side, looking fascinated, frowned, turned her head to look at Han Sicheng in surprise, and saw him nod slightly.

Fan Yingying suddenly realized, no wonder she felt that Sword Seventeen was beautiful just now, and she couldn't control her desire to admire it, but it turned out to be the relationship between the formations.

Fan Yingying understood why the array laid by Sword Seventeen was called the Dementor Array, even if they were just onlookers, they couldn't control being affected by the aftermath of the formation.

Jian Seventeen slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to point to the incense burner placed on the alcove table, and slowly drew a circle.

The circle slowly showed air fluctuations, and Jian Seventeen suddenly shouted: "Now! ”

In the fluctuating air, the scene began to gradually change from blur to clear, in the high-end decoration house, on the sofa in the living room, Tang Ming, who was sitting on it, clearly appeared in the circle, and the image was getting closer little by little, until Tang Ming's face was clearly photocopied. (To be continued.) )