The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 404 Will only become a walking dead!
Although Cang Li is still young, he also knows the seriousness. In addition, not only can he not help, but it is easy to drag Feng Qingcheng back.

So, he clenched his fists and ran to the backyard door.

In fact, he still has wounds on his body, although they are all skin wounds, but for a child who is not yet four years old, it is really far-fetched for him to leave alone.

There is nothing else to do, though.

Feng Qingcheng watched Cangli's small figure slowly run away, and then turned her gaze to Feng Qingyin who was sitting in front of the three-legged tripod.

"Now, let's settle the ledger between us."

Feng Qingyin ignored her, closed her eyes, and muttered something.

Seeing this, Feng Qingcheng's face couldn't help but change.

Oops!

She is doing witchcraft and trying to take her own body!
No!She must not be allowed to succeed!
Feng Qingcheng wanted to stop her, but just raised her right hand, and before she had time to recite the witchcraft silently, she felt her knees sinking, her body's center of gravity lost its balance, and she knelt heavily on the ground.

Before she stood up, her body seemed to be grasped by countless invisible hands, and she couldn't move at once.

Feng Qingcheng struggled a few times, unable to move her limbs at all, "Feng Qingyin, stop! Let me go!"

Feng Qingyin turned a deaf ear to her words, put her palms together, and chanted the mantra faster and faster.

Feng Qingcheng suddenly felt as if her body was being pressed down by an invisible mountain, which made her almost out of breath.

"Feng Qingyin, stop! Hurry up, stop!"

Feng Qingyin looked forward to the stars and the moon, and waited for such an excellent opportunity for two lifetimes, how could she give up halfway?

She sneered in her heart and continued to chant the mantra. Suddenly, a wind rose in the yard, and it was getting bigger and bigger, so strong that it almost knocked people over.

Feng Qingcheng's long hair fluttered, trying to break free from the shackles of witchcraft, but she couldn't do it at all. She clenched her back teeth and almost tried all her strength, but she still failed.

Her body seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible shackle, the harder she struggled, the tighter the shackle tightened.

"Feng Qingyin! Let me go! Let go!"

The invisible force seemed to come from all directions, squeezing Feng Qingcheng's body from different directions, her limbs gradually became stiff, and her face turned pale a little bit.

However, Feng Qingcheng still refused to admit defeat, and stared at the woman not far away, "Feng Qingyin, you will not succeed! Every body can only match a unique soul, and if you snatch it by force, you will only become one. A walking dead!"

Listening to her ignorant words, Feng Qingyin drew a cold and mocking arc on the corner of her lips.

She doesn't know anything at all, she has never experienced that kind of helplessness and despair, how can she know how important a good body is to her, even if it costs her life, Feng Qingyin will not hesitate !

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyin's eyes suddenly opened.

But at the same time, the three-legged tripod suddenly became bright red, and the dazzling light appeared bewitching and strange in the dark night.

"what--!!!"

In vain, Feng Qingcheng raised her head and cried out in pain. From the sound, it could be judged that she was enduring great pain.

Feng Qingyin stared at her coldly, her brows and eyes showing deep indifference.

"what--!!!"

Feng Qingcheng screamed again, feeling that an invisible big hand was tearing at her body and soul, trying to forcibly separate them.

The force became stronger and stronger, she had difficulty breathing, and felt that her body was about to be torn into countless pieces, such pain could not be endured by gritting her teeth casually.

　One more~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)