Ling You looked at them quietly, and when they were done, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a piece, and said with a smile, "Take me to play." ”

A few people were stunned, not good

Ling You shook the leaf in his hand and said like an idiot, "This leaf has a hole." ”

Several guards took a deep breath as if they had been struck by lightning, and the person holding the leaf silently picked up another piece and pricked it in the palm of his hand.

"Do it all over again."

A few people were about to make a move, only to feel a phantom shadow flickering, and Ling Youyou had another leaf in his hand, "Oops, why is it still a broken leaf." ”

The person holding the leaves held his breath and didn't know what to do. Such an inch, every time she took it first, he still didn't believe in this evil. Viciously, he tore off another leaf and pierced it into a hole.

"Again."

"I'll go first." Ling Youyou, who was faster than anyone else, shot again, "Ah, why is it still broken." ”

Several guards' faces were about to turn into green leaves, what kind of luck is this, it's too reversed, they won three times, and let Rang not let them play.

"Girl, let me go first this time, how"

One person said cheekily.

"Okay." Ling Youyou nodded very generously, "You go first, I'll be the last." ”

Several men felt that there was hope this time, so they hurriedly went to smoke, finished smoking with joy, and threw the leaves on the ground with disappointment.

Where is the luck?

It's all in the hands of one man.

The person holding the leaves thought that the months with holes would be reserved for him, but when he saw Ling Youyou swaying the broken leaves proudly, he said that life was too doubtful.

No matter how lucky Rao is, she can't draw four times in a row, and the first three times are counted, she drew first. But this time, it was after everyone had finished pumping their hands.

What the hell went wrong

The problem is in the eyes. In the face of illusion, you can see what the person who casts the illusion wants you to see.

A few people who were not convinced simply put down the big knife in their hands, gathered together, and continued to smoke. But no matter how they drew it, the result was the same, and none of them were drawn.

A few guards had forgotten the original purpose of the draw, and felt that it was impossible, so they had to break this weirdness. After hundreds of rounds in a row, no one was able to draw it.

After so many failures, stupid people also think about it. Several pairs of eyes turned to Ling Youyou in unison.

"Girl, you know how to do sorcery"

Ling Youyou was not happy about this, she was an immortal, an immortal, and an illiterate guy dared to be a witchcraft, which was an insult to immortality.

"Of course not, I'm much smarter."

"That is, you did play tricks" Several people were not calm. Who finds out that they can still be in a good mood after being tricked, that is really heartless.

Ling Youyou didn't seem to have the slightest sense of fear, and smiled, "Yes, I just fooled you." ”

"Good you stinky girl, you dare to fool us"

"Who let you send it to your door?"

"You"

A bunch of sparks sprang up on the heads of several big men, and one of them stepped forward and reached out to grab Ling Youyou's neck.

His arms were stretched to the limit, and he just couldn't reach the people in front of him. It was clear that they were only an arm's length away.

The man was unwilling to take another step closer, and his heart couldn't hold on to it this time, so he turned his head down. I saw that his arms and half of his body were stretched out, and he didn't touch the corner of his clothes in front of him.

Hell yes.

"I don't believe it."

Closer, the arm stretched out, but the air was still touched.

In his eyes, Ling Youyou didn't move at all.

The others also rubbed their eyes, and they must have seen hell. I can't touch it, how is it possible.

Another rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll try." ”

Grabbed Ling Youyou from the other side, "Fuck, let's do it together." ”

Everyone gathered in a circle, a few pairs of arms stretched out, and then seemed to catch something, and a few people didn't care what they caught, grabbed it, and pulled it in front of them, but found that the other party had a lot of strength, and they didn't pull it halfway, so they simply leaned over by themselves. The so-called mountain does not come, I will be the mountain, so several people "bang" together. The collision with each other's chest tightness and shortness of breath, with gold stars in their eyes.

When I looked closely, I saw that I was holding a companion's hand, and I had just used too much force to pull the knuckles of Pitz's fingers white.

And the person they wanted to arrest was still standing in place with a smile on his face.

"Eh, what are you doing? More strength than anyone"

A few people had ugly faces, they must have met a demon.

"You, you, you're not human."

Ling Youyou winked playfully and said very seriously, "That's right." "I am an immortal, not a mortal.

"Ah, Mo is not a ghost."

"No, the ghost doesn't dare to appear in Bai, it's a demon, it must be a demon."

Several people opened their eyes wide and stepped back in fear, touching their knives as they retreated. When he was just pumping the leaves, the knife was thrown on the ground, and he didn't touch it for a while, so he remembered that it was on the ground, and he wanted to bend down to pick it up, but he was afraid that he would be eaten by Ling Youyou.

This is called the house leak coincided with the overnight rain, and one by one the frightened legs and stomachs turned tendons, and they turned their heads and rushed inside. It's colliding with a bunch of people coming out of it. The man inside fell and hit the person walking in the middle.

I heard an angry shout, "Dead slave, blind." ”

The scolding player raised his knife and cut off a head.

Blood spurted out and spilled on the others, screaming one after another.

The scream made someone, and he snorted coldly, and slashed several times with a skillful wave of his arms, and several fresh skulls rolled to the ground.

The murderer's face was as pale as white paper, pale and colorless, and there was a faint layer of black gas on the white. A pair of eyes glowed red, and the smell of blood was all over his body.

Ling Youyou was shocked by this appearance. If others can't see it, she can't see it. This guy is a demon cultivator, and although he has just started, his hands are already full of blood. The red eyes clearly told Ling Youyou that this person's heart had already been dark.

"Childe" shouted in a panic.

The man flicked his sleeves angrily and "shut up"

The entourage immediately shut up, and someone came up quickly to dispose of the corpse.

The man took off his blood-stained shirt and threw it on the ground. Naturally, someone brought clean water and washed his blood.

Ling Youyou inadvertently glanced at those hands, and suddenly a chill surged from the bottom of his heart. The hands were white and had thick knuckles, and they were covered with bone. The green tendons twist under the skin to make a hideous appearance.

This is a pair of killer hands, stained with blood and fishy, and there is no longer any warmth except for the feeling of fear.

Ling Youyou doesn't hate demon cultivation, cultivating demons and cultivating immortals is his own choice, and the result depends on his luck and endowment. What she hated was the magic used to cultivate demons. High-level demon cultivators will be stained with blood, but they will never kill innocents indiscriminately. Even if it is a demon cultivator, it also talks about the state of mind. The impact of indiscriminate killings increases.

Only the lowest level of demonic cultivators would use evil magic to take shortcuts. Just like the one in front of me, it is by drinking the blood of a girl to cultivate yin gong. This kind of Ran has only one ending in the end, he is counterattacked, completely reduced to killing demons, losing his mind, and becoming a tool. ，，，

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