There are some things that Fu Zimo wants to confirm.

But now that person is not here, even if he blows the seventh hole, it will be useless.

According to what Fang Cai saw, only when someone was present could he verify whether the soft sound of Fang Cai's thunder mixed with the huge thunder was his delusion or something real.

Although no one else seems to have heard it.

But Fu Zimo couldn't help but have a strange thought.

……

On the edge of the swamp.

Ji Jiufang chased after Liluo.

He still knew what he was doing, and he knew he didn't want to, but he just couldn't control it. I can't tell if he is controlled by the resentment in the forest, or if he is controlled by the killing instinct in his body, in short, he wants to kill.

Especially the one who fled for his life in front.

And I don't know where to go at this time, the strange wind that can make him bite his teeth.

Ji Jiufang knew that this was wrong.

He even felt that he might as well be enchanted like this, after all, she still had her blood to save after being enchanted, and in this inexplicable situation at the moment, he was as involuntary as a puppet, which was too fucking uncomfortable!!

I guess the little girl who ran so much that her shoes were about to fall off thought so in her heart, right? She must be wishing she was in the mood for it now. It's a pity that enchantment and enchantment don't come just now.

Even Ji Jiufang himself didn't know what was going on.

After struggling with the killing instinct and the act of chasing for a long time, Ji Jiufang was so tired in his heart that he even felt hopeless, the feeling that his brain was still there and his body was out of control was really bad!

Speaking of which, the first time I fell into the devil was when my mother died.

Second...... It was the night when the Yuan Sheng, that is, the original departure, was poisoned......

After the enchantment, it seems that she is also in danger.

In Wanyang Valley, Liluo almost lost his life at the hands of Yan Yao. And that time was the most serious, he even lost all consciousness. Later, within the enchantment of the Fire Phoenix Banner, she was also in danger, and he could actually force himself into the demon.

It was an experience and a feeling that I had never had before—

Clearly, force yourself into the devil.

What does she have to do with herself? Why did he have an inexplicable thirst for her blood? Why can her blood suppress demonic nature?

Ji Jiufang couldn't figure it out too much.

Regarding his connection with Liluo, he had a question in his heart, but he was afraid that he would not be able to solve this doubt for a while. Because of this world, even the formation has declined, and no one will be able to answer such a strange question for him.

However, he felt more and more that:

As long as her life is not hanging by a thread, he should not be enchanted.

Thinking of this, Ji Jiufang couldn't help but sneer in his heart: If it goes on like this, I'm afraid her life will soon hang by a thread, right?

***editing***

Regarding his connection with Liluo, he had a question in his heart, but he was afraid that he would not be able to solve this doubt for a while. Because of this world, even the formation has declined, and no one will be able to answer such a strange question for him.

However, he felt more and more that:

As long as her life is not hanging by a thread, he should not be enchanted.

Thinking of this, Ji Jiufang couldn't help but sneer in his heart: If it goes on like this, I'm afraid her life will soon hang by a thread, right? Regarding his connection with Liluo, he had a question in his heart, but he was afraid that he would not be able to solve this doubt for a while. Because of this world, even the formation has declined, and no one will be able to answer such a strange question for him.

However, he felt more and more that:

As long as her life is not hanging by a thread, he should not be enchanted.

Thinking of this, Ji Jiufang couldn't help but sneer in his heart: If it goes on like this, I'm afraid her life will soon hang by a thread, right?