Mad Queen

Chapter 1387 Just Want to Ask

Otherwise, these people would never dare to drop blood on it.

"That Senior Sister Jiang is the chief disciple of the Sorcerer God! Whether we can become the disciples of the Sorcerer God and be protected by him depends mainly on this Senior Sister Jiang..."

"Senior Sister Jiang..."

Gu Ziwan picked up her lips evilly, with a smile that was not a smile.

"You don't look very old..."

"Yeah... not too old!!"

Zhang Dao suddenly gritted his teeth sourly, almost gnashing his teeth.

"But he is the first disciple, the person most valued by the witch god... we can only watch from afar!!"

While speaking, the rough-faced man took the death bell with both respectful hands and bowed his head as a gesture.

"Rules, everyone understands!! If you want to enter our school of witchcraft, you must first get started... This entry is very simple, just drop a drop of your blood on our sacred weapon! Those who have been recognized by the sacred weapon , you can become a disciple of our witchcraft, so that you are eligible to enjoy the lottery of people's hearts..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Ziwan suddenly raised her hand.

"Here, here..."

Jiang Hongzhu's pupils shrank, but he didn't speak.

The rough-faced man didn't expect Gu Ziwan to be the first to raise his hand, so he choked.

"What are you in a hurry for? You have to follow the order, one by one..."

After some scolding, Gu Ziwan immediately sounded like she was being targeted by everyone, and was glared at by everyone.

As if she couldn't wait to get a piece of it.

Gu Ziwan felt wronged: "No..."

Conscience in heaven and earth, she really didn't want to steal someone's job.

"Brother... I'm a little confused... I want to ask first..."

She got up slowly, with a timid look on her face, as if she was afraid that if she said something bad, she would be whipped by the rough-faced man.

"you say!!"

The rough-faced man held back his temper and scolded in a low voice.

"Say something quickly..."

"I want to ask..."

Gu Ziwan carefully pointed to the mourning array.

"what is that?!"

"you……"

The rough-faced man was about to speak, but Jiang Hongzhu suddenly stepped forward.

"who are you?"

She stared aggressively at Gu Ziwan, trying to see through her true face under the mask.

Gu Ziwan felt a little guilty when asked, and her voice was a little lower: "What?? I...wrong question??"

She moved her buttocks and sat down to do things.

"If I asked the wrong question...just pretend I didn't ask, but...I don't think everyone knows what it is? This drop of blood is so confusing..."

For the next few sentences, although she murmured to herself, the words clearly fell into everyone's ears.

For a moment, everyone looked slightly different.

People who entered the witchcraft genre did not respond.

But for those newcomers, there was a rift in their hearts——

yes! !
If you don't even know what that thing is, isn't all this behavior a bit too hasty? !
After all, things of the witchcraft school are almost always evil.

Who knows if that thing will do them any harm! !

Blood is everyone's identification.

That is something that cannot be changed!
like a covenant—

Once you swear by blood, then in this life, you must die to terminate the contract! !

Unless, pay a price heavier than blood! !

For a while, some people retreated in their hearts——

"Miss Jiang, we don't have to force you to find out... I just want to ask, what kind of magic weapon is the golden bell?!"

(End of this chapter)