That spell was Yao Yuling had always been reluctant to mention the scar, he was afraid that once this spell was used, Feng Lingluo would remember the things of his previous life in advance.

But if you don't use it, Feng Lingluo will be sad.

"What are you hesitating about, hurry up!" Feng Lingluo saw that Jun Lancuo had been stunned, and knew what he was thinking, so he hurriedly poked Jun Lancuo's shoulder.

"Oh, uh, uh-huh!" Jun Lancuo nodded hurriedly.

Although he was reluctant to use this spell, although he was still a little worried in his heart, he was still willing to use it for the sake of Feng Lingluo.

Because, when Yao Yuxia assassinated Feng Lingluo in Sacred Heart City that time, he wiped the dream soul guide on the hilt of the knife.

Sooner or later, you have to think about it, and thinking about it early and thinking about it late is a result, since it is what Feng Lingluo wants to do, then he will accompany her, regardless of the consequences.

Afterwards......

Then wait for Feng Lingluo to think about it.

"Good!" Jun Lan Cuo nodded with a smile, his slender jade hand moved slightly, and a string of inky black spells lingered in the palm of Jun Lan Cuo's hand, the incantation was full of evil spirit, not ordinary domineering, such a spell and the master-servant contract were even more vicious.

Cheng Xiao propped himself up and stepped back, because the spell in Jun Lan's wrong hand looked like that evil thing, more vicious than the evil magic he had learned from Danxue Mountain.

Cheng Xiao saw that they were three steps away from him, thinking that he might have a chance to escape, and after he escaped, he must break the two bodies into pieces, cut off those beautiful hands, and put them in the ice cellar, only in this way can he be able to look at the fairy hands for a long time.

Cheng Xiao turned over, and then quickly climbed forward a few steps, the original noble boy on his body was not at all now, like a humble prisoner trying to survive.

Jun Lan Cuo didn't care, but let him climb, and when Cheng Xiao was about to climb to the door, Jun Lan Cuo's body fell lightly at the door, blocking the door, and looking at Cheng Xiao condescendingly.

Cheng Xiao was stunned for a moment, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly thought that Jun Lan was only a fifth-order soul power, and he was already an eighth-order soul power, even if he was injured, at this point, he was still quite strong, what were he afraid of.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xiao's confidence was enough, he slowly got up from the ground, and his fist gathered his soul power and smashed it towards Jun Lan with a punch.

Cheng Xiao's punch looked fast, urgent and fierce, but in the eyes of Jun Lancuo and Feng Lingluo, this point was insignificant at all.

Jun Lancuo sneered, and the folding fan in his hand opened with a "snap", which also happened to block Cheng Xiao's fist.

Jun Lan's wrong fan didn't know what it was made of, Cheng Xiao's punch smashed down and the bones were broken, and the skin on the back of his hand had turned dark red.

Cheng Xiao immediately fell to the ground in pain, covering his hands, in pain, and the sweat on his forehead had already wet his hair.

Cheng Xiao looked at Jun Lancuo, and there were seven points of disbelief and three points in his painful eyes.

"Who the hell are you...... Who? Cheng Xiao was so hurt that he couldn't even speak clearly.

Cheng Xiao felt that this person would definitely not be an ordinary man of the fifth order of soul power, and when he blocked it with a fan just now, he didn't use soul power at all.

The momentum emanating from him is not comparable to ordinary people, and the momentum on his body makes people feel frightened, and there is a sense of oppression from hell.

"The deity...... Jun Lan smiled coldly, and said softly, the magnetic cold voice was like an overwhelming snow falling on his body.