After that, Yueju gently put the child on the bed, turned around, faced the two people on the ground, smiled lightly, her eyebrows were delicate and handsome, but there was no gentleness at all, only forbearance and bloodlust and cold indifference.

The palms were clasped, and a blue-green light seemed to be a cluster of flames that quickly ignited in front of the moon orange, and the raging flames slowly floated towards the man on the ground, and finally slowly fell between the eyebrows of the man.

The small white lips went up and down, one by one, the movements were subtle, and the mouth was quickly chanting vague and lengthy incantations, the opposite palms were pulled outward, and the ten fingers were like soft and elastic leather bands, constantly being pulled and stretched, wriggling, forming five slender and long things like cotton worms.

The three of them kneeling on the ground watched in horror as the pair of short, slender hands stretched and fluttered with the sound of the humming incantation, and gently wriggled ripples in the air, like worms with life, long and disgusting worms.

Then, the blue-green flame at the center of the man's eyebrows surged rapidly, only for an instant, and then slowly extinguished, leaving a cloud of hot ash that burned the man's brow, sizzling, spreading, and finally burning through the skin, leaving a regular square circle with a deep black hole inside.

The slender ten fingers suddenly stopped moving, wound back and forth, and finally blended and wound, turning into a long flesh-colored line, fused into one, and finally separated from the palm. The two detached heads gradually turned into the shape of snake heads, the eyes were tightly closed, the inverted triangular snake bones were closed up and down, and the smooth dark red head gradually appeared in the shape of snake scales.

When everything seemed to be ready, the snake's head seemed to be alive, slowly opened its eyes, stretched out the squirming snake hyacinth, slender and soft poking out, drifting towards the center of the man's eyebrows, slowly moving along the round deep hole, little by little, squirming his body, letting the head get in.

"Ah......" The man's face was bruised, his eyes were bulging with a layer of white black beads, his mouth was open, and he made a sound in pain, but only for a moment, the man did not make any extra sound, but desperately opened his mouth, struggling in pain, his expression was hideous and frightened, but his voice seemed to be tightly clamped by some hands, and he knelt on the ground without making a sound.

The voices of the other two seemed to have been spelled, and they could only widen their eyes and tremble in horror. It was a magic they had never seen before.

Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind her, and a pair ......of hands were heavily placed on her shoulders, and her heavy body was about to fall as she leaned on her.

The hand on Yuetang's shoulder was very thick, obviously an adult man's hand, and the voice was obviously mellow and hoarse with a man, Yuetang's heart was shocked, and he didn't have time to think carefully, and his body subconsciously dodged in the direction of that hand.

When she dodged away, the weak and limp body suddenly had no support, and fell heavily towards the man who had already passed out with convulsions on the ground, and before Tsukiko could react, he crushed the man to the ground.

The wriggling flesh worm disappeared in an instant, and Yue Tang didn't have time to investigate what was going on, so he hurriedly supported the body of the adult male banshee, his brows furrowed into Sichuan characters, and suddenly his body felt a tremble, and he was smart, as if he woke up in an instant, his back was damp, and his forehead was sweating profusely.

Yueju looked at his hands, still short and white. But her heart was beating suddenly, ominously afraid and afraid, as if she had a dark and cold dream.

The scene in the dream was firmly engraved in Tsukiju's mind, so real that she subconsciously looked carefully at the unconscious face on the ground, but saw that his eyebrows were as good as ever, and there was no change.

Yueju looked at Ao Xiaosnake, who had recovered his original body, and supported him with difficulty, only to hear him muttering weakly: "Go and save Xiaoyu, go and ...... quickly" and then turned back into the body of a child, and passed out again.

Looking at the three people on the ground, Yuetang's mind was in chaos, and the true and false memories remained in her heart, lingering for a long time, and a wave of fatigue and sleepiness hit her heart, Yuetangi only felt that her body was heavy and heavy, and there was a kind of prostration and fragility of losing her demonic power.

Yuetang shook her head, gritted her teeth fiercely, as if she used her last strength to walk diagonally to the three people who knelt on the ground, and there were bewitching and gentle voices in her ears, gently, as if someone was lying in her ear, groaning and laughing, a little playful and very charming, stroking Yuetang's cheek and saying, "Go, go and kill them." Killing brings joy, absolute joy. ”

"Who are you?" Tsukibana seemed to have an orange-red figure in front of her eyes, the girl had a graceful posture, a crisp and seductive voice, but she couldn't see her face clearly, just an ethereal phantom, hidden in the foam, glowing with no five lights, but she was dragged forward, holding the scimitar on the table, and following the movements made by the girl, she squatted on the ground and plunged the scimitar deep into the hearts of the three people.

"Although the movements are not beautiful, they have achieved what I wanted. Yue Tang is good, we will eventually become one, when the time comes, you are me, I am you, no one can do without anyone, no one can escape. With that, a chuckle like a silver bell floated through the dark night, bringing a strange sense of agility and revelry.

"But Tsukichi, I'm glad you didn't disappoint us, and you're good enough to fight that monster. Ying Ying's shallow smile was full of evil and weirdness, as if she wanted to see through the soul of Yuetang, but she didn't miss a trace.

Yuetang's movements were fierce and decisive, and the scimitar plunged straight into the heart of the first person, and immediately pulled it out, bringing out a stream of hot and bright red blood, splashing all over the goose-yellow clothes, like blooming poppies, with the most vicious charm, delicate and gloomy.

The thick and fishy sweet smell instantly filled the whole room, soaking the body of the moon orange, covering the smell of the fragrant and warm stamens, which was disgusting.

Obliterating the three people kneeling on the ground, Yue Tang stood up, and the sticky and bright red blood slipped down from the fair and handsome face drop by drop, gradually darkened, became crimson, and then dried up, condensing into a thin hard scab, attached to the skin, adding a touch of murderous coldness and beauty.

"Poof" Yuetang's body was soft and hot, and he couldn't bear to kneel on the ground, his eyes that were out of focus and awake with a tingling pain from his front knees, and he looked at his eyes in confusion, but saw the three people lying horizontally in a pool of dark red blood, the scar on his heart had not yet scabbed, and there was still the blood of Bobo, which was soaked and spread to the ground, and the ubiquitous smell of blood came to his face, making Yueju unconsciously cover his heart and retch.

Her hands were stained with bloody red, and Yuetang's body trembled uncontrollably, and she raised her hands tremblingly for a moment, as if these hands were not her own, her eyes were out of focus, looking at it unfamiliarly, followed by a strong retching, as if her heart, lungs, and bile were going to roll out with the churning in her stomach.

She vomited violently, and wiped her hands back and forth on the hem of her clothes in a panic, and looked at the child on the bed with her eyes closed, Yueju held her breath, holding back the churning in her stomach and the weakness of her body, and even the demonic power that took them to the next room disappeared.

But the little snake and the child must not stay here.

Yueju wanted to take a deep breath of fresh breath, but found that the smell and stench were full of fish, so she could only forcibly hold the turbidity in her heart, holding Ao Xiaosnake with one hand, and staggering out of the house with the child in the other. Fortunately, Ao Xiaosnake has returned to the appearance of a ten-year-old age, if it is the weight and height of an adult man, Yue Tang can only despair, have a heart but are powerless.

Almost consuming the last trace of Yuetang's strength, Yuetang finally sent Ao Xiaosnake and the child to Ao Xiaoyu's room, and the three of them lay on the ground like this, Yueju was tired and didn't want to make any movements, didn't want to think about what to do now, just wanted to lie like this for the rest of his life, and it didn't matter if he died like this.

Yueju smiled helplessly, as if with a hint of mockery, shook his head, and reached out to probe the child's breath. The breath that had disappeared was slowly flowing back, slowly getting heavier, one by one. The Demon Lord's aura is also fading, but it is still there.

Yuetang's heart seemed to be pinched fiercely, and her eyes were cold and painful. What kind of evil means did those people use to forcibly transfer the Demon Lord's breath to a child, and what was their purpose?

Who the hell are they?

Left and right couldn't think of a result, Yueju looked at the child beside him with gentle pity, and saw that his undulating breathing drove the thick curly eyelashes to tremble slightly, Yuetang's heart suddenly settled down, and his body felt a lot more soothed, and raised a smile of indifferent relief, and said, "No matter what, you have to suppress this demonic energy on your body." But it's okay, you're human, and I can still do it. ”

Yue Tang said to herself, just got up, took a deep breath, adjusted her qi and mind, bit her index finger, and a sharp pain came from her fingers to her heart, but it brought some sobriety and pleasure.

Threads of blood slowly bubbled out, condensing on the fingertips to form a tiny bead of blood. Yueju stretched out his hand, wiped a little of his fingertips on the child's eyebrows, and his hands rose, transmitting the spiritual power to him continuously, hiding the aura of the Demon Lord on his body, turning into a touch of red, and falling on the child's eyebrows.

I don't know where it came from, a spiritual power, so thick and clear, came out of the meridians of the moon orange, glowing with a gentle orange red, gradually spreading, condensing into one, and pouring into the child's body.

Yueju frowned and stared at this rich and mellow spiritual power in a daze, her eyes were round, and she couldn't help herself in shock, her heartbeat was disordered and missed a few beats, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Whose spiritual power is this? Why is there still spiritual power in my body? Why has my spiritual power turned orange-red? What is the outer barrier and what is exhausted to support it? What can it be?

Yuetang's hands trembled in shock, watching the blood on the child's eyebrows slowly melt and soak, Yuetang's deep breath forcibly concealed the mania and restlessness in his heart, forcing himself to focus, stabilizing his mind, squinting his eyes at the orange-red light, his heart was like a monstrous wave, the waves were turbulent, and it was difficult to be at peace.

What is that ominous premonition again?