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Nan Dusk picked up the princess and walked out step by step.

The two disappeared, and the door of the main hall was closed again, leaving only Min Zhuang'er with a desperate back.

Nan Dusk took Nan Dusk Scarlet and left Min Zhuang'er in the palace for Lama to let Qiang Zuo continue to cultivate Tandra.

South Twilight Owl ......

Min Zhuang'er screamed weakly, and tears flowed out.

Min Zhuang'er admits defeat, she is not a strong woman, she can't do it if she doesn't admit defeat, her body is tired, but her heart is also tired.

Which is the most tragic way to die in the world? Not to be killed, not to be dismembered alive, but like this, consumed by heavy blows, exhausted by day after day, gradually consuming themselves and emptying themselves.

She is now facing a cultivation sacrifice that is worse than death.

At this moment, her heart was finally consumed to death by Nan Dusk, and her heart died.

And at this moment, Min Zhuang'er felt relaxed, she smiled and wiped her tears.

Life and death are impermanent, each has its own destiny, and the two elder brothers are dead, everyone has their own fate, right?

Maybe after tonight, if she hadn't been played with and died on the altar, she would have chosen to commit suicide, although suicide is a sign of cowardice, and it is better than surviving after being humiliated.

She didn't want to face Min Huixian and Jun Xiaoyan in tatters.

Jun Xiaoyan didn't seem to come to save her, she was abandoned by these two men.

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All around, the Dharma horn sounded again, and then the more than 400 gangsters withdrew their pistols and continued to sit cross-legged, continuing to chant sutras, waiting for the dirty, perverted vajra empowerment ceremony to continue.

After a few hours of fighting in the rivers and lakes, they all need to relax and continue to watch the live broadcast.

Without Nan Dusk, the high priest continued to stare at Min Zhuang'er with a pair of black bean thief eyes, although her appearance was a little worse than the stunning beauty she had just undergone, she was still one in a million beauties.

"Bring it on!" The high priest gave the order, and the three bhikshunis escorted Min Zhuang'er, who was in a dead heart, to the altar.

The sandalwood continued to smoke, and Min Zhuang'er was still prostrated and physically exhausted.

Min Zhuang'er was lying on top of the huge mandala, and under him was a hand-painted mandala -

She is the sacrificial empty mother, who is responsible for cultivating tantra with the high priest who blessed the Dharma seal with the gods, and the disciples below are responsible for meditation, meditating on the wisdom and compassion in the body of Vajra, finding the qi veins, the clear point, and obtaining wisdom.

The three bhikshunis also lit the kind of urging sandalwood around her, and all of a sudden, the smoke filled the surroundings of Min Zhuang'er, and she closed her eyes as if she were at home, and in a mood like ashes, she was quiet and sleepy.

In the psychedelic sandalwood, the back of Nan Dusk's resolute departure became more and more blurred......

Her world had to be reorganized.

Reorganize a world without the Twilight Owl.

The high priest grinned, his fat flesh trembled, and he wanted to untie the colorful auspicious clothes on Min Zhuang'er's body.

Today, seven girls have been empowered on the altar, and Min Zhuang'er will be the eighth, and the one who has been cultivating for the longest time.

The high priest pounced on Min Zhuang'er.......

"Bump! ——”

"Poof! - "The sound of a shattered skull.

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A bullet pierced the high priest's temple, piercing the cheeky pervert from right to left, and the plasma burst out of the blood.

The high priest fell to the ground with a bang and died, and died suddenly.

A layer of blood was sprinkled on Min Zhuang'er's body, and the snow-white skirt was stained with crimson.

Is it the South Twilight Owl who is back? He can't let go of himself? Back again?

Confused, Min Zhuang'er was thinking.

Someone did come.