Chapter 22: The Strange Ji Wuchen

"Whew!"

A low roar sounded in Fang Mulin's ears, making her body stiffen a little. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

"You ......"

Fang Mulin looked at Ji Wuchen with a hideous face in front of him at this moment, his eyes flashing with a strange red glow, and his face was a little pale.

However, in just a short period of time, she quickly regained her composure, gritted her teeth, frowned, and slowly retreated behind her, vigilantly making a defensive posture and staring at Ji Wuchen's series of movements.

"Me? What's wrong with me? ”

Soon, in Fang Mulin's shocked gaze, Ji Wuchen slowly raised his head, the hideous expression on his face was gone, but it was not the original appearance, only to see him sneering at this moment, and opened his mouth to speak, but it made Fang Mulin stunned because this did not seem to be the voice of Ji Wuchen in her impression.

But after only a moment of stunnedness, she quickly came back to her senses, because at this time, Ji Wuchen in front of her was looking at her, and her eyes flashed red, her head was slightly raised, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

He first looked down at his body, but his brows were furrowed, as if he was a little dissatisfied and disgusted.

However, when he looked at Fang Mulin, who was vigilant in front of him, his eyes lit up, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, only to see him pacing forward unhurriedly, slowly approaching Fang Mulin, and the cruelty in his eyes was clearly visible.

"Drink!"

As Ji Wuchen approached, Fang Mulin's body kept retreating, until his back touched the wall, and there was no way to retreat, then he broke off with a sigh, the silver teeth bit slightly, and his body rotated at a high speed, twisting out an amazing arc, instantly slashing towards Ji Wuchen, and even brought a wind sound.

"Huh?"

Seeing this, Ji Wuchen was not moved, but just let out a soft hum, which seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the other party's Mu Lin's actions.

He stretched out his two fingers and gently resisted Fang Mulin's horizontal slash that accompanied the wind, and then grabbed it directly, no matter what the other party was, he couldn't move for a while.

"Stupid and humble bastard, you dare to rebel against me!"

A voice with a little pity and anger came from Ji Wuchen's mouth, and he saw that his eyes were becoming more and more red at this time, flashing with angry flames.

"You are but our slaves, lowly pariahs, ants, who dare to rebel against me today!"

"Who is it! Who gave you the guts!! ”

I saw that he was still constantly yelling at Fang Mulin, his face was crazy and his expression was hideous, as if his resistance was a great humiliation for him.

His hands slammed hard, and the long red nails that grew out of some time began to penetrate deeply into Fang Mulin's flesh, and a trace of blood flowed out, dripping down her slender thighs, until the grass, the white moonlight made Fang Mulin's already pale face even more bloodless.

"Humph!"

Fang Mulin snorted lightly, his brows furrowed, and he looked a little pained.

"Hey, hey!"

Suddenly, an old voice came out of the mouth of Ji Wuchen, who looked like crazy, and it was extremely abrupt.

"What a wonderful young body!!"

I saw him looking at Fang Mulin carefully, with a trace of greed and admiration in his eyes that was completely different from before.

Ji Wuchen smiled slightly, revealing his white and sharp teeth, his tongue was exposed in his breath, licking, and he didn't hide his desire for Fang Mulin, as if he wanted to swallow her in one gulp.

He tilted his head forward slightly, buried himself in Fang Mulin's hair, sniffed lightly, completely ignoring her disgust and pain, and his face showed satisfaction and fascination.

"Old ghost, what are you doing!"

A soft shout suddenly sounded from Ji Wuchen's mouth, and anger replaced the longing and fascination just now on his face.

And this voice is the young voice just now, and then it is extremely abrupt one after the other, not to mention that in such an environment, it is even more terrifying.

"Such a wonderful body should naturally be saved."

Ji Wuchen spoke, his expression returning to fascination again.

"Those who blaspheme my holy clan deserve to die!"

"You can enjoy it before you die, and it's never too late to die."

"No, she must die immediately!"

"Humph! Do you think you're still the same you? ”

"What do you mean!!"

"You ......"

“……”

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Fang Mulin looked at the completely unreasonable situation in front of her, seeing Ji Wuchen's expression angry for a while, but it turned into greed and fascination for a while, and her voice was old for a while, young for a while, she couldn't help but be a little stunned and overwhelmed, until Ji Wuchen unintentionally used a moment of force to make her come back to her senses, her eyebrows frowned slightly, showing a painful look.

Boom!

Suddenly, a bell rang again from heaven and earth, constantly echoing, instantly suppressing all the sounds, so that there was no sound in the world, even the arguing "Ji Wuchen" himself stopped for a while, didn't dare to speak, and didn't even dare to move, just turned around and knelt down and looked down in the direction of the blood-colored altar, his body trembled slightly from excitement or fear, his expression was respectful and reverent, and he kept muttering something in his mouth.

Even Fang Mulin was forgotten aside, and when he let her go, he didn't care about her anymore.

Fang Mulin sat on the ground, his silver teeth biting slightly, rubbing his legs, and after briefly bandaging his still bleeding wounds, he looked in the direction of the altar again.

I saw that in Fang Mulin's eyes, behind the high altar and temple was actually facing the huge moon rising in the sky, and under the fourth bell, the entire square was paved with a strange red halo.

The tribesmen in the square were still kneeling, bowing their heads deeply and burying them in their knees, as if they were collectively asleep, as if they were listening to the sound of the Taoist bells coming from the temple above.

Boom!

The fifth bell rang, and a figure in a blood-colored robe began to slowly appear on the altar, only to see him slowly open his hands and head upward, as if to embrace the whole heaven and earth.

Behind him, the huge moon like a disc appeared, and it showed a blood-red color like blood, which was extremely strange for a while.

Also accompanied by him, there were murmurs that resounded through the heavens and the earth, like gods and demons whispering, vast and addictive.

Fang Mulin quietly listened to the low murmur, as if it was ringing in her ears, and her eyes began to show a trace of confusion and yearning, she reached forward and held it weakly, as if she wanted to grasp something, but finally hung down weakly, and there were lines of tears flowing down her face on her face.

Boom!

Another bell rang, waking Fang Mulin up instantly, she was stunned, silently wiped the tears on her face, and returned to her calm and indifference again.

Airplanes!

However, not long after the sixth bell, another light hum sounded, instantly making the heavens and the earth silent and solemn.

Call!

Behind the light hum, gusts of wind whistled by, like a yin wind, making people feel a chill unconsciously.

Fang Mulin's eyes widened, staring blankly at the tall blood-colored altar.

I saw that in her eyes, a blood-colored figure with an outstretched arm in front of the altar slowly emerged one after another.

And when she held her breath, broke out in a cold sweat, and wanted to continue watching, she felt her eyelids sink and instantly fell into darkness in front of her.