Thinking of this, my face sank, and I looked at her viciously, if it was really her destruction of the old hero's funeral, I was really blind, I always thought that the Gu master hidden behind it was Su Mengke, but I didn't expect it....

That Joyce didn't seem to notice the change in me, but continued to talk to herself, "I used to think that grandma's words were true, you will be my future man, but now it seems that the numerology is not quite right, Ninth Master, after taking out that thing, we will have nothing to do with each other, treat Su well... Monco, she's pathetic. ”

When she said this, she looked a little sad, very different from the one I knew Joyce, like two people, and I even began to wonder if this person in front of me was really Joyce.

She said for about seven or eight minutes, all of which were sensational, and if it was a normal day, I would definitely be moved. However, in the current situation, I only remember one sentence, she may be a Gu master who destroys the old hero.

Then, somewhat tiredly, she stood up, put the nineteen white cloths on me, and the knotted one on my heart, and recited a few words in Miao that I did not understand.

After doing this, she glanced at me and found a tube about ten centimeters long, which was very small, only a centimeter wide, and the color was very strange, a bit like tree bark.

She shoved one end of the tube into my mouth with a towel, and the taste in my mouth was very strange, with a faint musk, and I couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

Then, she reached out her left hand and ripped the white cloth off her ring finger, revealing the wound from her previous wound. To my bewilderment, she had apparently taken care of the wound on her ring finger. However, as soon as the white cloth was torn open, a lot of blood flowed from the wound, and the most strange thing was that there was no trace of blood on the white cloth.

I thought I was dazzled, and I couldn't help but look at the white cloth a few more times, yes, there was indeed no blood stains on the white cloth, which is very strange, generally bandaging the wound, there will definitely be blood, but, how to explain this situation now?

I couldn't help but glance at Joyce a few more times, I always knew that Miao Nu's Gu was magical, and I never thought that the Gu would be so magical. I remember that Daoist Qing Xuanzi said that Taoism has a technique that can also prevent wound bleeding for a short time, but that skill is combined with medicine, which can only hinder the flow of blood, and cannot directly cut off the flow of human blood like Joyce.

Made, this Joyce's simple move shocked me to the core, I always thought that this woman was just a little spicy, but I didn't expect her to have such ability.

Joyce ripped off the white cloth and placed her ring finger on the other end of the tube, and drops of blood flowed down the tube into my mouth. I don't know what's going on, but as soon as the blood entered my mouth, the position of my heart was inexplicably agitated, as if something was about to crawl out of my heart.

At this moment, I couldn't hold back any longer, my limbs kicked violently, and my tongue desperately pushed the white cloth and the pipe out.

Joyce didn't give me a chance, and raised her other hand and pressed it on my forehead, and her strength was so great that I couldn't move at all, and I could only let the blood flow out of my mouth.

"You move again, don't blame me if something goes wrong." Joyce's tone was a little cold.

With that, her eyes closed slightly, and her mouth began to read words that I didn't understand. With this opening, my heart became more and more uncomfortable, like ten thousand needles piercing my heart, I broke out in a cold sweat, my hands were clenched tightly, and I couldn't move at all because of her excessive strength.

It lasted about three minutes, which seemed like a century to me, and I was sweating profusely, and my limbs were prostration, and I couldn't exert any strength.

Even so, Joyce did not stop her movements, but grabbed a wooden rice bowl, which was burgundy, the size of the bowl we usually eat.

She placed the bowl next to me and dripped a few drops of blood in it, and strangely enough, the blood was crimson when it came out of her fingers, but turned black when it dripped into the bowl.

Seeing this, I was a little scared, it is rumored that Miao Nu is more terrifying than any woman, could it be that this Joyce is angry with me because of Qu Yang's affairs and wants to kill me?

Thinking of this, I had the heart to resist, but my limbs couldn't use my strength at all, and even my head was so heavy that if it weren't for my willpower, I might have fainted.

At that moment, Joyce slammed her palm on my heart, and it hurt so badly, and then she turned me over, and tied me up with the nineteen white cloths, leaving my limbs outside.

To do this, she pulled out the white cloth from my mouth, put me upside down, grabbed my calf with her left hand, and slapped my back with her right hand, and kept saying strange things in her mouth.

After about three or four minutes of reading, I could clearly feel something crawling out of my esophagus, and the feeling was so disgusting that I couldn't help but retch, and my tears and snot were pricked out.

Made, who has lived for nineteen years, has never felt this way, it is really better to live than to die.

Suddenly, my mouth tightened, and it seemed as if it had crawled up to my throat. Instantly, my breathing suddenly became rapid, I gasped for air, and my right hand involuntarily pulled out into my mouth, and I slammed it a few times, trying to pull it out.

This button, that thing didn't take it out, but deducted the meal it ate before, and the whole scene looked disgusting.

Made, this dead woman, **** your uncle, I kept scolding in my heart, and I didn't dare to stop at hand, desperately buckled to my throat, dozens of times in a row, the thing seemed to be stuck in my throat, neither crawling forward, nor backward, which made my breathing tighter and tighter.

"What's going on?" Joyce frowned, and slapped me on the back again, this time, it was so heavy that it almost didn't let me fall apart.

"Uncle Draft." I didn't know how hard I was going, so I shouted hard, put my hands in my throat, and squeezed down desperately.

It's good not to squeeze it, but this squeezing, the thing actually moved, crawling towards the position of my heart.

Before I could pronounce it, Joyce slapped me on the back again, and the thing crawled down my throat.

This coming and going, almost didn't let me run away, I just felt that my body was getting weaker and weaker, the strength on my hand was getting less and less, and the strange feeling in my throat was getting heavier and heavier, and if I did this again, I had to be killed by this woman.

In this case, my intestines are all remorseful, Made, I thought that this woman had something important to talk about in the room, but I didn't expect that it was actually this thing, this is simply murder.