This Rubik's Cube is known as the Box of Blais, one of the legendary Seventy-Two Pillars of King Solomon, who commands an army of eighty-five devils, riding a white horse and playing various instruments in front of him. He is able to make the summoner love everyone, whether it is a man or a woman, until www.biquge.info the summoner is satisfied.

This Rubik's Cube is also extremely effective, as long as the blood and hair of the target person are sacrificed, the magic will make the target fall in love with the sacrificer.

Song Hao knew the magic of the treasures handed down by his famous master, and when he saw the green smoke rising from the Rubik's Cube, he was overjoyed, and it seemed that it had an effect.

But what happened next was completely beyond his estimates.

In the whole carriage, the temperature seemed to suddenly become cold, and the moment the green smoke rose, an extremely terrifying voice suddenly came: "This is ...... , the breath of a pure blood slave ......"

Song Hao was stunned, he wanted to say something, only to find that his whole body was cold as if he was frozen in ice, and he couldn't move at all.

Lu Pingsheng, who was driving in front, didn't notice anything, and was still asking with a smile: "Song Hao, what kind of treasure are you......" But his voice became slow and low in Song Hao's ears, as if it had slowed down countless times.

"Tell me, where is she?!" The terrifying voice seemed to sound in the depths of Song Hao's soul, making Song Hao feel like he was in a terrible hell, and his soul trembled.

"I, I don't know......" Song Hao didn't know if this sentence was in his heart or had already said it, his mind was already full of all kinds of terrible negative emotions, and his body was shaking.

"You've just sacrificed your soul, and I'll help you get her ...... too," the terrifying voice slowly dissipated.

Song Hao shuddered suddenly, the scene that had just happened seemed to be real, and it seemed to be, but he was napping and dreaming.

Looking at the bright night view of the city outside the car window, looking at Lu Pingsheng who was driving in front of him smiling and talking to him, feeling the comfort surrounded by the warm air flow in the car, Song Hao was at a loss for a while, but faintly, deep in his heart, there was a kind of fear, an indescribable fear.

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In a luxurious suite at the Hurham Club, in the reception room, Le Chen was bored playing with her mobile phone, and Christine listened to Michelle, whose face was full of tears, begging for her forgiveness.

Before coming to find Christine, Michelle overheard the conversation between Claude and Director Ma, and when she heard that the membership of the big man from the Oriental Casino behind Director Ma had been terminated, she was already full of panic, and immediately ran to find Christine in the hope of getting Christine's understanding.

"Well, I see what you mean, I'll call you tomorrow. After all, Christine couldn't bear to fire her immediately, and the compensation she needed to pay for her dismissal was not a problem.

"Yes, thank you, Christine. Michelle wiped her tears and bowed respectfully to Le Chen, before opening the door and leaving, obviously, she also knew that any more words would only bore the two of them.

"I'm going to take a shower......" Christine tugged at the silver evening dress, she wore it all night, very restrained and tired.

Le Chen smiled and nodded, looking at the waves of hips and breasts when she got up and walked to the bathroom, looking at her snow-white and smooth jade back, and there was also a faint feeling of dry mouth.

In the bathroom, the sound of water sounded, imagining the picture inside, Le Chen was even more warm, and smiled bitterly in his heart, as a Jin Dan cultivator who entered the true stream, if he was cultivating the authentic Dao method, like himself, but there was no one left, thinking about it, the instinct of his chaotic god body to spread his heirs affected him.

Suddenly, Le Chen frowned slightly and looked at the porch, but the porch was empty, not even the wind.

But Le Chen was faintly a little uneasy in his heart, as if some despicable foreign object had invaded his territory and offended him.

As soon as his mind moved, Le Chen's eyes had turned golden, and the situation in the house was immediately different, but at the entrance, a ball of green smoke resembling a human shape was slowly drifting towards the bathroom, this green smoke completely ignored Le Chen, obviously the target was to come to Christine.

Le Chen snorted coldly, his hand leaned forward, and immediately, a big hand formed by the condensation of the air flow grabbed the green smoke, and then Le Chen snorted in surprise, the big hand grabbed the green smoke, but it fell into the air, this green smoke human form, as if the illusion had no substance.

However, although the big hand did not grasp it, the green smoke trembled, and immediately fled towards the window.

Le Chen snorted coldly again, and flicked his hand lightly, this time he didn't hold it up, the golden palm condensed by the mana and the technique of spatial imprisonment slammed on the green smoke, the green smoke struggled violently and screamed, "poof", squeaked and showed its original form, but it was a devil with red scales all over his body and horns on his head and a long tail behind it, exactly the same as the hell imp in Western myths and legends.

"Squeak squeak...... hell's little imp's struggle finally turned into a pleading, its red eyes full of fear.

"My lord, my lord is a god born of chaos?......" The hellish imp squeaked, as if he wanted to bow to the ground, but in the golden palm, he couldn't move at all.

"What are you?" Le Chen looked at it curiously, saw its eyes gurgling, and said coldly: "If there is half a truth, I will show you what the real hell is!"

The hell imp's body trembled, and he squeaked: "My lord, please forgive my ignorance, I, I was originally a servant of Lord Yakov of the Third Legion under the command of Lord Brith, and I was sealed in a magic box, and today I smelled the smell of the slave of the Chaos God, and I just woke up......"

Crisp Lechen frowned slightly, that was the ancient devil.

"What are you doing here?" Le Chen looked at it coldly.

Being stared at by Le Chen, the hell imp's body trembled like chaff, as if the death that maintained its existence was being lost, and it squeaked desperately: "Someone sacrificed his soul to me, hoping to get the love of the adult's servant, it was my ignorance, I didn't know that the adult existed, please forgive me, please forgive me!!"

"Oh, it was Song Hao who sacrificed his soul?" Le Chen asked curiously.

On the top of the head of the hell imp, a cloud of green smoke came out, which slowly condensed into Song Hao's appearance, but this Song Hao was sluggish.

"Sure enough, it was him. Le Chen frowned, and then looked at the hell imp curiously: "What do you mean by sacrificing souls? If someone sacrifices their soul to you, can you decide his life and death? Also, do you think that after a person dies, the soul really exists? Some go to hell, and some go to heaven?"

Although this hell imp is only a servant of the servants of the ancient devil, his knowledge must be very extraordinary, especially when it comes to the soul, Le Chen is very interested, after condensing the pill, he has a different understanding of the origin of life, or the soul and soul, Le Chen has a faint understanding, but he still sees flowers in the fog, obviously, this involves the ultimate mystery of life, and his current realm is not enough for him to truly understand the fruit of life.

In ancient times, almost all of these demons in the West took pleasure in playing with their souls, and Le Chen felt that perhaps there was an opportunity in front of him to think about the meaning of life from another perspective. (To be continued.) )