[It is not clear what form the situation will develop until the last moment, it is difficult to determine]

"Let's go!" "Let's go!" The heart was extremely heavy, as if being squeezed by a heavy stone, Xiao Zifeng packed his luggage, and his tone was fluttering, indifferently like a spring breeze.

For today's plan, we can only take one step at a time!

Xiaozifeng carried his luggage, and his steps stepped down the stone steps very quickly, his brisk steps were like stepping on a spring, and his clothes were fluttering, as if he was returning by the wind.

The wind was howling, and the top of the mountain was silent, except for the echoes of the emptiness echoing in the mountains.

Faintly, the smell of burnt hair still seems to linger in the air!

............

"My lord, when can the sacrificial ceremony begin?" Qiao Shihan, dressed in black, stood respectfully in front of Wei and asked respectfully.

My father had been dead for nearly half a year, and the items he needed to prepare had already been prepared, but Nightmare kept saying that the time was not right.

She was puzzled by timing!

It's not that there have been sacrifices before, and there is no timing, why do you have to choose the right time and place to hold the sacrifice this time?

Wei Xiao was wearing a white plush coat, nestled quietly on a rattan chair, heard the anxiety in Qiao Shihan's tone, calmly turned a page, and said in a faint voice: "Don't worry, wait!"

"But ......"

How can you not be in a hurry?

The sacrificial ceremony is held next to the river using the method of the ancients, and now the season is about to enter the spring flowers, if you wait for the flowers to bloom before holding the ceremony, it will be too late.

The sacrificial ritual is a kind of formation against the heavens, taking the method of exchanging one life for one life to resurrect the dead, and the best time for resurrection should be within one year after the death of the person.

Her father unfortunately died in a disaster before, and she deliberately arranged a formation in the store where she often stayed, and stabilized her father's soul with requiem nails, but she was discovered by Guan Qin not long ago, which caused her to ask Wei to accompany her in a play.

The play is well acted, but she is worried that if the sacrifice ceremony is not held again, she is afraid that it will be ruined!

After a short time together, she found that Xiao Zifeng was extremely smart, and he had a lot of small means, and his luck didn't seem to be bad, so she was worried......

Looking up at the sun, his skin was as white as snow, like a transparent nightmare, Qiao Shihan sighed helplessly.

Alas, seeking skin with a tiger is no less than a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger!

Even though she and Wei have known each other for hundreds of years, she doesn't know him very well, and everything he says is true or false, which makes people scratch their heads, so on weekdays, she ignores it as much as possible.

It's just life after life, when is the head!

A moment of stumbling and hatred, she, eternal life and eternity are afraid that it is impossible to escape the palm of the nightmare, one day, when he no longer needs her, it is probably the day she ends.

She's been looking forward to it!

"Jojo, it's sunny, I'm in a good mood, don't disturb my interest. ”

Hearing this, Qiao Shihan lowered her brows and obediently agreed: "Yes, I'll go to the courtyard next door for a meeting." ”

Look, Nightmare's temperament is unpredictable, sometimes easy to guess, sometimes extremely weird, and she is most familiar with this method - hiding.

With a slight movement of his footsteps, Qiao Shihan turned sideways and left without looking back.

Boom!

Hearing a loud noise behind him, Qiao Shihan strode even bigger.

Look, Nightmare's temper is like a June day, cloudy and sunny!

Wei slammed the book on the table in annoyance, looked at Qiao Shihan's back as he left with an aggrieved look, and the back of his hand stood upright.

Hmph, nasty Jojo!

Every time the two rarely get along, she didn't stand still like a stick, no matter how cynical he was, she was indifferent.

Sometimes he changed his strategy slightly, and when Qiaoqiao asked him, he ignored it, thinking that Qiaoqiao could beg him in a low voice, such as a few sweet words, or coquettish, and cute, but it turned out that he was thinking too much.

Wei looked at the sun rising in mid-air with a smile, and suddenly reached out and stroked the corners of his eyes.

His appearance, gathering everyone's preferences, should be deeply pleasing to women, why doesn't Qiaoqiao care about his face at all?

Doesn't she like this genre!

The two of them are the most compatible pair in the world, because she can't do without him, and similarly, he can't do without her.

"Qiaoqiao, you can't escape!" Closing his eyes slightly, a breeze blew, his black hair fluttered, and the murmur was terrifying.

......

How can the sacrificial ceremony be performed as soon as possible?

Qiao Shihan sat quietly on the wooden chair, looking at the willow trees fluttering in the wind with dull eyes, and her heart was like a mess.

Nightmare's expression was clearly unwilling to help her, but now there was still a year or two before Nightmare was injured, but she only had half a year left to resurrect her father, and if the statute of limitations expired, there was no possibility of her father's resurrection.

I knew that she wouldn't be smart in her last life!

Sure enough, prophecy is sometimes accurate, sometimes not.

One wrong step, one wrong step, all the games are lost!

Ordinary people are reincarnated only once, after drinking Meng Po soup, she will be a new person in the next life, but every time she drinks Meng Po soup, the time limit is only more than ten years, and when she meets with Nightmare, all the memories will return to their places.

Why is it that every life is a sacrifice for the resurrection of the Father?

Qiao Shihan nodded her head stupidly, thinking for a long time, and suddenly, she felt a blazing gaze, and there was a faint force calling her.

His expression froze, and he mobilized his whole body to fight.

I don't know whether I am alive or dead, and I dare to peep at her?

The corners of his lips sneered, and he thought silently in his heart, his middle finger against his thumb, his two tail fingers crossed, and a faint light intertwined around the periphery of his two hands.

The blazing gaze became clearer and clearer, as if she was going to burn her whole body, her cheeks seemed to be on fire, Qiao Shihan only felt that her face was getting hotter and hotter, and she couldn't help but be happy in her heart, I don't know if you can cook a raw egg on your face?

The power in his body churned, the feeling of summoning became stronger and stronger, the light entangled in his hands became weaker and weaker, and sweat slowly fell from his forehead.

Who the hell is it?

This voyeuristic technique is simply against the sky, not only imprisoning her spell, but even making her panic.

I already knew that although her body was less than twenty years old, her thoughts and exercises were hundreds of years, and ordinary people couldn't even touch her fur.

I have a thought in my heart, no matter what, I can't let myself be wronged!

The more powerful the thought, the stronger the thought, the qi and blood surged, and there seemed to be a bloody breath in the throat, Qiao Shihan frowned, and quickly swallowed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, she felt as if the blazing gaze was gone, but the confinement of power still let her, supporting her to sit in the same place, and her body could not shake.

Qiao Shihan gritted his teeth and sat quietly on the wooden chair, his brows furrowed, his eyes closed, as if he was fighting against an unknown object.

Time breathed after breath, but the confinement of the power in the body still could not be untied, the forehead was drenched with bean-shaped sweat, the hair on the temples was wet with sweat, and the smile on the tip of the nose was also stained with sweat.

For a long time, as if a world had passed, Qiao Shihan felt that the prohibition in his body seemed to be loosened, and his wrinkled brows relaxed slightly.

It seemed that after a few more hours, she would be able to fully digest the unknown prohibition.

But who is going to kill her?

There are almost no people who know about her existence, even Xiao Zifeng only knows her sister Qiao Shihan, not her!

She really couldn't think of anyone else except Nightmare, but although Nightmare was bad, he wouldn't do such a dirty thing, he was so bad that he was blatantly and upright, and he should disdain such evil deeds.

His eyes stared at the willow tree deeply, and all kinds of distracting thoughts went back and forth in his heart.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and vaguely, it seemed to smell a strange fragrance, Qiao Shihan's face changed, and his little face turned pale.

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