After touching Su Chaoyang's face, the woman twisted her waist and came to Yang Xian's side.

A pair of charming eyes stared at Mianmian.

Mianmian no longer looks at women, concentrating on being a child who is swayed, showing that she wants to run but can't run away.

Yang Xian's strength to throw her was great, and after a while, the two wigs that were rushing to the sky fell to the ground.

The wig wasn't planned, so no one cared if it fell to the ground.

Mianmian still felt that it was a pity, in just one afternoon, Wei Kang and the others discussed many times, how much money did this thing cost, and how much money did that thing cost.

This wig must have cost a lot of money, right?

It's Weikang's!

However, Mianmian soon thought that she would soon be able to make money from live broadcasts again, and there was still money in her mobile phone account, so it was very simple to buy a wig and return it to Wei Kang.

Along the way, the little milk dumpling had a quiet mouth, but his head was not quiet at all. When Xiao Ni Tuanzi seriously wanted to go home and ask to continue drinking grandma, Yang Xian stopped.

It's not dark here, there's light.

The light came from the sconces on the walls, particularly old ones that burned oil.

There was no wind, so the wick was steady and burned all the time.

In the small dark space, there is a cloth-covered statue in the middle.

Mianmian turned her little head to look at the statue, and saw an unusual aura from the statue. The breath is a little familiar, as if it was what my mother said in the class.

"Mianmian, if you go to a Taoist temple or a temple, you must respect those statues. If they are contaminated with the beliefs of mortals for a long time, they will gradually become the embodiment of gods and many bodhisattvas. If you don't respect them, you may be put in small shoes by them! ”

This statue seems to be the kind that has become an incarnation, with a murderous aura on it, similar to the murderous aura displayed by Yang Xian.

But why cover the statue? To cover the statue is to disrespect the gods or bodhisattvas of the statues themselves.

Mianmian was still thinking about this question, and the woman in red had already thrown "Su Chaoyang" on the ground.

As an enemy, her movements were not gentle enough, causing "Su Chaoyang"'s head to break and red blood flowed out.

"Su Chaoyang" fainted directly, and he didn't make a sound at all.

"You, why did you do this to Mianmian's great-nephew?"

Mianmian began to struggle, and her little hands and feet kept moving.

Yang Xian frowned and picked Mianmian up.

The woman in red smiled "hee", leaning on Yang Xian's body, her slender jade hand with long nails, first touched Yang Xian's face, and then suddenly raised it high, and slapped it towards Mianmian.

"Yikes!"

Mianmian screamed when she was beaten, and her strength became stronger.

Her little face was swollen, and a trace of blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, the woman in red smiled even sweeter: "Oh, yes, it's really cool to beat you, there is a feeling of being above everything." ”

Mianmian's eyes were originally red, but after being beaten, tears fell down.

She swung her little fist at the woman in red.

The woman in red rolled her eyes, and Mianmian was carried away by Yang Xian.

"What's the use of innate power? This is not a special ability, many fairy children have it. Yang Xian can do it, he catches you, are you unable to escape? Hahaha! ”

"Alas, I thought it would be so hard to catch you, no matter how pampered you are, you're just a child, where can you play with us old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years?"

"That old thing, you have to wait until you're dead to come out, saying that you don't believe my plan will succeed."

"I'll let him see, I don't just have an empty face."

"There is a formation here, and the sky is obscured, presumably even the Heavenly Dao will not find out. Do it, Yang Xian, kill her! ”

As the voice of the woman who claimed to be Hu Qiqi fell, Yang Xian held the dagger in his sleeve.

Icy weapons, reflecting a cold glow under the flickering of the candle flame.

Yang Xian's eyes were full of murderous aura, and gradually merged with the breath in the statue.

"Kill her, kill her."

There was an anxious urging in his brain, and Yang Xian saw that Su Mianmian in his hand seemed to have turned into countless phantoms.

Why can't I see it at all?

Yang Xian shook his head, and beads of sweat the size of beans instantly gathered on his forehead. He closed his eyes, and the scene of the little milk ball in his mind covered in blood alternated with the scene when his parents died.

"Why kill?"

"Because her family killed your family, you have to take revenge!"

There is only one answer to repeated questions.

Yang Xian couldn't help but think that if the dagger stabbed into Su Mianmian's body, Su Mianmian would also lose his life in a pool of blood, just like his parents.

Obviously, he really wanted to take revenge, but as long as he thought of this, this knife was a little unbearable.

Hu Qimi, who was on the side, looked at Yang Xianyu hesitantly, frowning willow eyebrows.

What the?

Yang Xian was just a mortal, why did he sober up under her ecstasy several times? Su Mianmian is a milky little kid, the two have only seen more than three sides, is it so difficult to start?

"Don't forget the death of your parents!"

Hu Mi spoke directly, increased the output of his skills, and tried to make Yang Xian obey his orders.

Yang Xian, who was struggling, opened and closed his eyes, and looked at Hu Qiqi following Hu Qiyi's voice.

In an instant, Yang Xian was stunned.

In front of him was not a kind-hearted "monk aunt" relative at all, but a red fox with three tails. The red fox's mouth opened and closed, urging him to do it.

- Is it that if you kill this fox, it will all be over?

A cold glint appeared in Yang Xian's eyes.

He changed the Mianmian in his hand to his right hand, and aimed the dagger at Hu Mi.

Hu Qiqi had not yet noticed the change in Yang Xian's mentality, she was immersed in the excitement that as long as she worked harder, she could achieve her goal, and continued to urge.

Seeing that the dagger was about to stab Hu Xian's body, "Su Chaoyang" on the ground quietly opened one eye and put his foot on Yang Xian's instep.

"Yang Xian, don't mess around, stab the little kid in your hand! The little kid in your hand isn't really a little kid, alas, she's not Mianmian, it's a puppet, can you understand me when I say that? ”

Yang Xian was stunned.

He heard additional heart sounds again.

Looking down, the "Su Chaoyang" on the ground is not "Su Chaoyang" at all, but a small wooden figure toy.

Yang Xian didn't know where his ability came from, and while he was stunned, he heard a voice again: "Listen to me, hurry up, otherwise the plan will fail." ”

Yang Jian looked at Su Mianmian in his hand again.

I don't know when, Su Mianmian, who was carried upside down by him, was actually just a wooden man.

Did Su Mianmian really know that he wanted to kill her? Is this even taking advantage of him?

Yang Xian's eyes were lowered, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Since it's a wooden dummy, it seems that this knife is okay to stab.

He has a knife in his hand!

The dagger stabbed Mianmian in the chest, and blood continued to flow out.

Mianmian made a "ho-ho" sound, and her little face was full of disbelief.

Although he knew that the little milk dumpling in his hand was fake and just a wooden man, when the scenes he saw just now dispersed, Yang Xian's eyes still showed guilt.

He looked away, not daring to meet the eyes of feigned pain.