Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1233 Fu Yuejun, you and I are at odds.

"I think it's impossible for you to say that."

Fu Yuejun played with the dagger in his hand, and smiled loosely: "Hideo Abe failed in his previous life, and that was without our knowledge. Now that I have lived again, do you think he can still deal with me?"

"Look, I have a lot of helpers!" Out of the corner of the girl's eyes, she passed the open door, she was talking about Monk Wuwang and Sang Ling, these were her helpers.

Moreover, Wu Wang was able to easily deal with those shikigami, and he was more powerful than Sang Ling.

She clearly remembered that just now, he called himself the deity!
Gu Qingmiao's face finally began to turn pale. She wanted to struggle, but because she fell too hard just now, she couldn't use any strength now, so she could only threaten Fu Yuejun: "If you really kill me, my grandfather It will definitely crush you to ashes? And my senior brother is already on his way back to Qianjiang, do you think you can escape unscathed?"

If she died, how could grandfather remain indifferent?

If he goes out to Kyushu, no matter it is Fu Yuejun or anyone else, they will all die, and they will all be buried with her!
"If you don't try it, how will you know?"

Fu Yuejun smiled evilly with curved lips, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Compared to your delicate and precious young lady, this princess' knife is much more stable. Now, it should be the county's The Lord has skinned and cramped you!"

When the dagger slashed across Gu Qingmiao's body, Fu Yuejun laughed so hard that he almost shed tears.

When she walked out, there was no blood on the dark red embroidered skirt.

And Fu Ziyuan was waiting for her outside. Seeing her coming out, the boy with a cold face softened for a moment: "Sister, let's go home."

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Song Chen was waiting outside, and not long after the group left, Fujiwara Hiroshi hurried back to Qianjiang. When he entered the secret room, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

The man frowned suddenly, and walked in at a faster pace. When he saw the situation inside the door, he stopped in shock.

What did he see?
In the narrow secret room, Gu Qingmiao was still wearing a thin skirt. Her body was turned over and lying on the ground, but someone opened a long cut in her back from the spine.

Those two pieces of skin were torn apart alive.

Like a butterfly spreading its wings, it is beautiful.

But the blood flowed down her body, ticking, echoing in the long night, as if someone was singing a song of death, which made people tremble with fear.

When Fujiwara Hiroshi saw this scene, he almost rolled his eyes and passed out. He rushed over and hugged Gu Qingmiao, who was covered in blood, in his arms, and shouted to the sky: "Fu Yuejun, you and I are inseparable!"

And Hideo Abe, who was retreating in Japan, broke through the door suddenly. Seeing that the star belonging to Gu Qingmiao had fallen from the sky, he was so angry that he spat out a big mouthful of blood: "Ah——"

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Everyone looked at Sang Ling fixedly, waiting for a miracle to appear.

It was at this very moment that the red thread broke suddenly, and Sang Ling was caught off guard, and spat out a mouthful of blood heavily. It was a backlash, and she closed her eyes in despair: "It's over!"

The sky was gloomy, and the skulls emitted a strange light, illuminating the entire dense forest. The giggling laughter of those heads swayed in the dense forest like a rhythmic spiritual song.

A monk in red came walking on the wind, and the golden lotus suddenly bloomed behind him, and his steps were leisurely, with a fairy appearance and a jade bone, which was so beautiful in the world.

The monk turned the wind into a blade, cut his palm, and blood sprayed out, staining the spirit array red. The blood was torn and pulled by the spiritual power, gathered into a fine net in the air, and slowly poured into the skull.

(End of this chapter)