This is amazing, this look is too familiar to her, every time he looks at a woman with this kind of look, it means that he will take action soon, with his face with sweet words and money, and even with some shady means, to get the woman to bed. For this reason, the woman in the white dress didn't know how many times she had quarreled with him, but after the trouble, she was finally settled by his money, because she didn't dare to make too much trouble, so as not to beat the chickens and eggs.

The woman in the white dress immediately changed her smiling face, and after a moment of coquettishness with the man next to her who was as thin as her, she dragged him away.

She didn't dare to test that man with beauty, she didn't have confidence, that man definitely didn't have that kind of resistance.

Not long after, the man somehow sent the woman in the white dress away, changed into a successful person's outfit, and hurriedly reverted back to the park with a beautiful car to find the two beauties, and found that they had already left, and couldn't help but secretly scold the woman in the white dress for ruining his good deeds.

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In the camp in the mountains, a group of people were sitting in a circle, discussing something.

"This trick can add a little more bait, which should improve the success rate a lot." Someone suggested.

"Wu Daoyou, please speak." Daoist Fan arched his hand and said.

"It is said that ghost babies and those who cultivate the Nine Infants Blood Evil Method like infant fetal blood qi the most, and from the current situation, it seems that the rumors are true." Master Fan said that Wu Daoyou was about fifty years old, wearing a brown robe, pondered his language, and continued: "We can add the breath of a pregnant woman to the formation, for example, take a small handful of hair, supplemented by a puppet straw figure or a stand-in technique, and its aura should be no different from that of a real person. ”

"This method is very good, and it will be easier to draw out those two evil creatures." The rest of the people high-fived and praised.

Although the man's method used the woman's hair, it was only used as bait and did not do any harm to him or the fetus in his womb.

Everyone discussed for a while, trying to improve the whole plan as much as possible, after all, the ghost baby and the evil cultivator are not fools, some methods can not be repeated, and Lao Cheng and Yi Daoshi found that there are at least a dozen unknown figures in the valley before, according to Lao Hu's inference, there are evil martial arts masters in the valley, and these may have to be prepared in advance.

Half an hour passed, and everyone scrutinized the whole plan in detail many times, expressing their opinions, adding or subtracting many details, and finally felt that there was nothing missing, and then made a decision to implement it. So they informed Jiang Zhiwen to help prepare some items, and they also sent four young people with good light body kung fu to ask them to hurry up and go to the mountain to purchase what they needed.

Some people are also assigned to collect suitable wood in the nearby mountains and forests, raise a fire, and make strong bows and arrows by experts on the spot, arrows are immediately refined by mages to have a certain ability to destroy evil, and some arrows are then processed into rockets.

Excluding the wounded, the vast majority of the camp was busy.

In the village outside the mountain, there are still pregnant women, Jiang Zhiwen went to visit one by one after receiving the news from the camp, but unfortunately this matter involves yin and evil ghosts, and no one dares to take their hair out. In the end, it was his own sister, who was married more than 20 miles away and had been pregnant for four months, and after knowing about the matter, he didn't say a word, cut off a handful of his hair, and asked someone to send it over quickly, which perfectly solved the matter.

When it was almost evening, the people sent out had returned with urgently needed items, several people knew that the matter was urgent, and almost did not stop walking in the afternoon, and after returning to the camp, they were so tired that they could not straighten their waists, and they were panting against the big tree, but they did not dare to sit down, they were churning at this time, and once they sat down, it was very easy to cause internal injuries.

The flat land about sixty meters away from the valley of Migou Yuan has been arranged into a battlefield for monks, and there are eight altars of various kinds alone. Eight wide altars evenly spaced in a large circle, the one facing the valley, presided over by Master Fan, plus two Taoist priests from the side, behind the altar set up a narrow top and wide bottom of the well-shaped wooden frame, on the wooden frame steadily horizontal on a side painted with red runes of the 24-inch drum.

Between the altars, some barbed obstacles were erected, and behind them could squat and guard the disciples of the various mages who used strong bows, and cooperate with their respective masters to deal with the possible evil martial arts masters, among them, four of them were holding shotguns in their hands.

In the middle of the eight altars, Master Fan and his two disciples were arranging the Gathering Formation with the materials they had just transported into the mountain.

The old man surnamed Wu was standing behind the altar he was in charge of, holding a brush in his hand, dipped in cinnabar ink, meticulously drawing runes on a freshly woven straw figure, and on the altar, there was a bundle of black hair with red threads.

The three wounded, who had been recuperating in the camp, were escorted by five young men, carried by mules, and followed the guide to the safer rear of the city.

Under a tree at the edge of the empty camp, the goatee in a zodiac robe sat as he watched the group of people in front of the valley come and go, holding up the wine gourd from time to time and taking a sip.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Goatee closed his eyes and thought: "Xiaobin doesn't know where to run, it's best to come after tonight." ”

"Let's give me a notice, lest he come recklessly, tonight is estimated to be a tough battle, and I have to think of a way out first." Goatee thought so and pulled his phone out of his pocket......

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"Brother Feng, is it good-looking?" In a women's clothing store in a large city shopping mall, Zhou Jiaxin's two green jade hands lifted the hem of the white dress, like an elegant white peacock, and turned lightly twice in front of Li Feng, and the soft skirt floated up, like a nine-day fairy dancing in the wind.

I was stunned by the shopping guide, and I was also stunned by the customers inside and outside the store.

"Jiajia, you are so beautiful!" Xiao Yun was amazed, and ran forward to help her straighten out some of the fabric folds, wondering if she could try it on.

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The night is hazy, the moon shines on the wilderness, and you can see people in a hundred steps.

Seven bonfires had been lit around the eight altars, but the one closest to the valley had not been lit.

"Fellow travelers, it's almost time." Behind the altar, Master Fan, who was holding a peachwood sword and standing straight, said.

Others say they're ready to go.

Master Fan turned around and walked to the edge of the Gathering Array, pinched a talisman in his hand and slapped it on the body of the peachwood sword, quickly recited the mantra in his mouth, and held the sword in his right hand as if he was drawing a talisman in the air, and the yellow talisman was firmly glued to the sword body.

After about three breaths, the peachwood sword in Master Fan's hand quickly pointed at a copper oil lamp on the ground in front of him, and the yellow talisman on the sword body burst into flames, turning into a flash of fire and falling on the wick of the oil lamp with his movements, igniting the oil lamp.

"The yin veins are gathering and rising!" Master Fan shouted, and at the same time, the peachwood sword in his hand slashed horizontally to the right side, and the lit oil lamp split into a fire shadow, swept towards the wick of the copper oil lamp on the right, and lit the remaining six oil lamps in the circle one by one.