Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1557 Why is it so painful?

Xue Gu's thin red lips hooked slightly, outlining a light and gentle arc, and said calmly: "It's nothing, just teaching some people who don't know how to live or die."

"What happened to the window?"

Fu Yuejun clearly saw something shining outside the window, she looked out of the window, and saw five extremely long golden threads about 300 meters away from the window, fleeing towards the distance.

"A few puppet dolls made by Cangmu Xun." Xue Gu smiled warmly, and the smile on the side of his lips was very dazzling: "It's almost midnight, go get ready."

The Cold Clothes Festival is approaching, and it's time to prepare for Fu Yuejun to enter the underworld.

On Hiroshi Fujiwara's side, Kaoru Kuraki yelled extremely angrily from the closed door: "Bastard!"

The five golden threads on Cang Muxun's fingertips, without exception, conveyed a sentence that Xue Gu brought her. The man's voice was soft and warm, but it was full of an extremely gloomy chill.

He said: The deity's favorite, also allows you and other lowly mortals to covet it?
He calls himself the deity!
Xue Gu is someone close to Fo Ling.

This is quite provocative.

Cang Muxun was so angry that the blood in his whole body was almost flowing backwards, and his whole face was twisted ferociously.

But suddenly, she felt her scalp go numb, and the area between her brows was burning hot.

A dazzling light suddenly shot out between the eyebrows, Cang Muxun only felt a blood mist in front of his eyes, and his heart began to panic, and he roared at the top of his throat: "Come on, come on!"

However, no one paid any attention to her.

"What about people, why is there no one? Where did all the people die?"

Cang Muxun endured the scorching heat between his brows, supported the wall, and stood up embarrassingly.

Still no one cares about her.

Because a long time ago, Hiroshi Fujiwara had ordered that no one here should pay any attention to Kaoru Kuraki's words.

Including shouting for help.

"Ahhh-"

Cang Muxun let out a hysterical roar, put his hands between his eyebrows, his body trembled because of the severe pain: "It hurts! My head hurts so much!"

Her whole body fell to the ground, her brain felt as if it was being burned by flames, and the pain caused her to roll over on the ground.

"Why is it so painful?"

Cang Muxun was already gnashing his teeth in pain, a string of blue veins stood out on his neck and forehead.

The pain was like someone took a knife and split her head alive, then chopped it into pieces.

It hurts a hundred times more than a bullet hitting the body.

No.

She couldn't describe the pain.

Cang Muxun lay on the ground and howled, but no one paid attention to her.

I don't know how long she shouted, her voice was hoarse, and Gu Qingmiao came over and hugged Cang Muxun's writhing body: "Uncle! What's wrong with you, Uncle?"

"Xue Gu! Not only will I kill you, but I will also tear you into pieces!"

Lying in Gu Qingmiao's arms, Cang Muxun couldn't help but let out an extremely vicious voice that almost resounded throughout the house, making people feel frightened.

"what--"

"He actually hurt my spiritual realm!"

The pain on Cang Muxun's eyebrows was finally relieved, and her stomach suddenly felt like a knife was being twisted, as if someone was holding a long sword and constantly stirring in her internal organs.

There were small cracks on her skin.

Cang Muxun suddenly reached out and grabbed Gu Qingmiao's arm. Her face was pale and her whole body was trembling: "Xue Gu hurt my spiritual realm, what should I do, what should I do..."

Between her brows, it was as if a fire was burning, almost about to explode.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay, we'll contact your grandfather now, he will definitely save you." Gu Qingmiao hurriedly comforted Cang Muxun and helped her to the bed.

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(End of this chapter)