Xiao Zhimiao didn't make much effort, and with a dagger, he pulled out the two loose dragon scales on Modu's abdomen.

Modu didn't feel any pain, and even if Xiao Zhimiao didn't pull out the two dragon scales, they would naturally fall off.

But he was still a little depressed, and he had no doubt that when Xiao Zhimiao needed his flesh and bones, or any object on her body, he would not hesitate to attack him.

Xiao Zhimiao took the two red dragon scales and sat back in front of the coffee table, releasing Modu's restrictions.

As soon as Modu's body was free, he raised his paw angrily and slapped it against the ground, and the hard ground immediately cracked a few cracks.

The thick tail flicked, shattering all the cabinets and other objects behind him.

"By the way, I almost forgot, I need to give you a stronger spell seal."

She hooked at Modu again, and Modu immediately turned back into a human form, threw himself forward and knelt on the ground, leaning towards Xiao Zhimiao.

Xiao Zhimiao swiped the dagger at his fingers, and the blood mixed with her crimson magic turned into a sharp blade and stabbed into his body.

Mordo fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, his hands clutching the carpet, the muscles on his arms bulging, and his expression seemed to be trying to endure great pain.

Crimson filaments appeared from all over his arms and neck, and patterns of curse marks loomed across his skin.

Xiao Zhimiao looked at it intently, some of these curse mark patterns were the curse marks she had placed in his body before to suppress the curse, and the other parts were not put into his body by her, they should be curse seals.

Before the curse mark on his body subsided, Xiao Zhimiao wrote down part of the curse seal, looking at this incomplete curse mark, Xiao Zhimiao was not very familiar with it, but it was not a sight to behold.

Modo quickly stabilized, the horns on his head and the cobweb-like cracks on his face had disappeared.

Xiao Zhimiao said to him, "I'm hungry, you go and get us something to eat."

The sound of the banquet outside has not stopped, and it should not be difficult to get some food.

Mo Du didn't want to see Xiao Zhimiao at all now, so he quickly got up from the ground and slammed the door.

Xiao Zhimiao lowered her head and drew the curse mark, and said without raising her head, "The temper is not small."

After watching the whole process in silence, Ah Man put her eyes on Xiao Zhimiao, and asked after a while, "Xiao Zhimiao, you control this master?" What skills do you use?"

She hadn't seen this skill in any other witch class.

And Xiao Zhimiao's magic is also very strange, as well as the spell marks she draws, which are some differences from the witches she knows.

Witches do have a few skills, and when they are used, they are crimson magic, but they are usually golden holy magic, and they will not be like Xiao Zhimiao, who is crimson magic the whole time.

In addition, Xiao Zhimiao's hair and eyes are crimson, probably because she has lost too much blood, her face is bloodless, and her lips are a little white.

She remembered that when she was in the copy of the City of Bones, she had seen Xiao Zhimiao's current appearance once.

At that time, all their players were tormented by the boss, relying on Xiao Zhimiao to pray down the god she believed in, a god named Scyia, this evil god possessed her and helped them successfully clear the level.

Now, it is impossible for Xiao Zhimiao to pray to the gods.

Players who enter the abyss can't even use the system interface.

So why is she in such a form now? Could it be that it is influenced by some other influence of the abyss?

She was full of questions.

Xiao Zhimiao tilted her head, and when she saw Aman's expression, she knew what she was thinking.

She said, "In a place like the Abyss, anything can happen."

Sooner or later, her identity will not be hidden, and even if she can, the gods will find a way to make her evil god identity public.

But now, the less Aman knows, the better.

Aman and her are not all the way.

Although she is pampered and proud, she also has good intentions and is not a great evil.

It's just a spoiled child.

Ah Man heard Xiao Zhimiao say this, and didn't ask any more.

She suddenly thought of something, and said to Xiao Zhimiao: "I heard Zhuang Wenzhou and them say that if you want to get out of the abyss of evil ghosts, if you kill a master, the system will detect it, and then open the passage to go out, that dragon just now, isn't it the master?" Why don't you just kill him and go out?"

Xiao Zhimiao's subordinates continued to draw spell marks, "Killing a master is to open a passage randomly, since you came in, you haven't been outside of Falling Star City, right?"

Aman looked stunned, "No."

Xiao Zhimiao: "Then your luck is not ordinarily good."

After she finished drawing the last stroke, she took the draft paper and blew it in front of her eyes, glanced at Aman, and said, "When you follow me out to see the rest of this world, you will know why I don't kill this master around me."

This sentence Xiao Zhimiao said is half-true, because of this reason, it is not her real purpose not to kill Modu, but to open the channel randomly, it is indeed necessary to gamble.

With so many players entering the Demon Abyss, she couldn't believe that for so long, only Xuan Ye and Zhao Chengming had reached the ability to fight against the Juggernaut.

There must be other players who have reached this level of ability, but the passage is opened randomly, and it is not as simple as imagined.

If she can't gamble, then she might as well accumulate stronger abilities and kill all the masters at once, lest after killing one, the bamboo basket will be empty.

Although she has other purposes, it is also true that she really thinks.

Aman stared at her side face, thought for a while, and said in some surprise, "You want to kill all the masters?"

Xiao Zhimiao raised her eyebrows, "You're still quite smart."

Aman's mouth twitched slightly, "You are confident, you dare to think of killing the seven masters."

Xiao Zhimiao smiled, "I can't live now if I don't dare to think about it."

Aman was puzzled, "You might as well kill one first, whether you can get out or not, try first, if you can get out, you don't have to bother with it."

Xiao Zhimiao had her own plans, but she still replied to Ah Mandao: "I, as a person, prefer to be more challenging, have you ever played fighting crickets?"

Ah Man soon understood that Xiao Zhimiao wanted this group of masters to kill each other, and she took advantage of the fisherman.

Xiao Zhimiao stopped talking to her, buried her head in drawing the curse mark, and the room fell into silence.

Aman saw her sitting cross-legged on the carpet, seriously lying on the coffee table to write and draw, her slightly curly and messy long red hair hanging down to the ground, and her crimson eyes made her face look a little more exotic.

She really couldn't get used to seeing her now.

"What are you drawing?"

Aman couldn't sit still, so he moved to her side and leaned closer to her, wanting to see what she had drawn.

Xiao Zhimiao spread out all the spell marks he had drawn on the table, and the two dragon scales in the middle shimmered with the light of the firelight.

There are also a few bottles and cans she took out from the storage bracelet, all of which are glass bottles and crystal bottles, which look very precious.

"Amulet." She said.

Aman sneered, "You're not a Taoist, you're an all-rounder."

Xiao Zhimiao: "You say that I am an all-rounder, and it is not strange that I can draw talismans, right?"

Aman doesn't play word games with her, "The spell you copied from the witch's skill?"

Xiao Zhimiao gladly accepted Aman's help to help her take the initiative to round her identity, "Yes, I remember it well, I will remember it after watching it once or twice."

After drawing the last one, Xiao Zhimiao looked at the few spell marks that covered the table, and crimson magic appeared in his hand.

She stared back and forth at the spell mark several times, carefully analyzing the feasibility of the synthesis and some of the hidden spell mark language on it, and turned her head to look at Aman.

"Give me your hand."

Aman: "What to do?"

While asking, he stretched out his hand in front of Xiao Zhimiao.

Xiao Zhimiao grabbed her hand and quickly slashed her wrist with the dagger, Aman's wrist hurt, and blood immediately overflowed.

"What are you doing?!" She frowned and wanted to withdraw her hand, but was clenched tightly by Xiao Zhimiao.

"Don't move." Xiao Zhimiao's voice was quiet and powerful, and Ah Man was puzzled in his heart, but he still loosened his strength and stopped struggling.

The wound on Aman's wrist was not deep, but the blood continued to spill out, dripping onto the carpet.

Xiao Zhimiao's hand was surrounded by crimson magic power, and according to the curse mark on the straw paper, the curse mark was drawn in the void on Aman's wrist, and after drawing a spell mark, she continued to superimpose the second and third spell marks on top of the spell mark......

After drawing all seven sigils, the crimson magic condensed spell seals were combined into an incomparably complex spell seal, and then Aman watched as the spell dissipated and gathered like a mist, finally turning into a rose-shaped pattern.

This rose-shaped pattern was suspended above her wrist, sucking the blood that overflowed from her wrist into it, Xiao Zhimiao also cut her wrist, opposite to Aman's wrist, sandwiching the rose pattern in the middle, and the rose pattern sucked the blood from the wrists of the two up and down, constantly flashing red.

Somehow, when Aman saw this picture, his heart beat wildly.

At this time, the door was pushed open, Ah Man was startled, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his wrist, but was tightly pulled by Xiao Zhimiao, "Don't move, concentrate."

This sentence seemed to be said to Aman, but it was said to herself.

Her blood mixed with crimson magic soaked into the spell sigil, and the temperature of her body gradually drained.

On this day, she had used the Blood Spell too many times and shed too much blood.

Aman listened to her voice a little hoarse, his eyes fell on her face, and found that her face was getting paler and paler, and immediately stopped moving.

Modu stood at the door, and when he saw the spell mark that Xiao Zhimiao was using, a trace of surprise crossed his eyes.

He didn't know what spell she was using on the girl, but the magic she was exuding was amazing.

Xiao Zhimiao watched as the rose pattern gradually formed on Aman's wrist, and then pressed her wrist down, submerging the curse mark in the middle into her wrist.

The injured wrists of the two men were put together, and blood was mixed together.

The last glimmer of light dissipated, and the spell was successful.

Aman only felt a hot sensation in his wrist, but in a few seconds, this feeling disappeared.

She looked at Xiao Zhimiao's fine sweat on her forehead, and couldn't help but say, "Aren't you doing some kind of witchcraft and casting a spell on me?"

Xiao Zhimiao let go of her, and leaned on the edge of the sofa a little weakly, "Well, it's a curse."