Why do you want to call me

The middle-aged man's eyes showed a strange look. Could it be that this gesture really wants to make a deal.

"I get it, but I also need to make sure they're safe."

Alisa didn't talk nonsense, but directly showed a picture.

The background has been processed, and the mother and daughter are in the center of the picture.

The middle-aged man saw that they were well dressed, and although his face was pale, there was also a hint of ruddy.

Under the shock of having not seen each other for a long time, I couldn't help but show some emotions in my heart.

"Noah... Dana..."

He couldn't help calling out the mother and daughter's names.

Even if the middle-aged man knows that he is showing such a strong demand at this moment, he will inevitably fall into a disadvantage in the negotiation.

But his family is in front of him, how can he not be excited.

Alisa's expression moved slightly, because she saw a trace of emotion overflowing from this man.

But then it disappeared immediately, as if swallowed by something.

Seeing this familiar scene, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes slowly fell on the middle-aged man's arms.

"What do you want, tell me!"

The voice of the middle-aged man was slightly choked up, and he said with an almost ferocious face.

At this moment, he has spent a lot of effort on the plan, and the church he has worked so hard to build.

He has left everything behind, only his family is the most important.

"The thing in your arms."

This sentence directly saved the sanity of the middle-aged man.

After all, the Gospel is about one's own plans.

And why should she believe that she will give people to herself.

"Why do you..."

Just when the middle-aged man was about to question, Alisa's figure suddenly changed.

It turned out to be a shadow covering it.

Seeing this familiar scene, the middle-aged man almost felt cold all over.

Because at this moment, she feels too much like the person behind the scenes.

But the scene at the next moment crushed his reason again.

Seeing the person she had always dreamed of appearing in the shadows, she closed her eyes tightly, apparently in a coma.

"This is your wife..."

"Yes Yes……"

The middle-aged man stammered and replied.

So will his plan continue?

The answer is of course self-evident.

To hell with plans, with Gospels, with everything!

Everything is for my family.

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Chapter 280 Eight True and False

"Slap!"

Accompanied by the sound of a heavy fall on the ground, a gospel book was spread out not far from Alisa's toes.

The middle-aged man looked at his wife anxiously.

"I've already given you the book!"

"Give me back my family!"

The shadow completely faded from the woman's body, and then her figure collapsed to the ground.

The middle-aged man hurried to his wife, passing the Gospel book on the way, but he didn't take another look at it.

He picked up his wife and observed her carefully.

It was found that the breathing was normal and there was no obvious physical damage.

Just a normal coma.

"And my daughter!"

"Where is my daughter?"

The middle-aged man asked anxiously again.

A shadow regroups beside the Gospels.

"I'll tell you later."

She looked at it for a while, feeling the unbearable desire to swallow it in her heart.

Alisa's tongue could not help but slide gently over her pink lips.

There were ripples in his indifferent eyes.

Can't go wrong.

A small part of the other memories of the demon girl, or soul fragments, are attached to this gospel.

As for what happened to this middle-aged man...

Ok……

Except for that one, she wasn't very interested in anyone else.

A shadow wrapped the gospel book that fell on the ground, and lifted it to Alisa like offering a treasure.

Slender white fingers touched the cover that felt like human skin, and when she was about to enjoy the food, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"what……"

"As expected, you are the one who devoured my body."

"I didn't expect to meet you here like this."

"No, it shouldn't be a surprise."

Hearing the tone of hatred in those words, Alisa turned around slowly.

I saw the middle-aged man hugging his unconscious wife, but his face was no longer anxious as before, but indifferent and hostile.

Is this being mind controlled...

Alisa looked at the state of the middle-aged man, looked him up and down, and finally came to this conclusion.

From his words, it is obvious that the person who controls him is the small part of the witch's soul.

In that case...

Alisa glanced at the gospel next to her.

I saw that its surface faded quickly, and then became unremarkable.

The smell from above no longer made her palpitate.

Something shining with black light was escaping towards the middle-aged man.

Alyssa stretched out her white right hand, and then shook it towards the black light void.

A hideous thing made of shadows broke out of the ground in an instant like a ghost's claw.

Grab the unresponsive black light directly.

Alisa looked at the thing in front of her, which contained a very tiny fragment of her soul.

It's just something to confuse the view.

"Where can you go next?"

The "middle-aged man" sneered, and then a series of figures surrounded the place.

It was a person with numb faces.

Their movements were stiff, and they walked forward slowly, trapping Alisa like a cage. ....

After eating all kinds of warlocks, the witch has actually recovered a bit of memory.

Naturally, this included the body he occupied now, which was actually his slave.

So when she heard the news about the slave's family, she felt bad.

Because no one can know where they are being held except myself, and no one can go in and rescue them.

And now

But there was news, so it was probably for him.

The witch warned the middle-aged man, but he didn't listen.

In desperation, she had no choice but to use her backhand to forcibly control the middle-aged man's body.

The witch originally planned not to accept the invitation, but after thinking about it, she made a fake gospel and set a trap to see if it was really aimed at herself.

And now, as expected.

The witch looked at the thin figure in the field, and the hatred from the bottom of her heart was indelible.

Because instinct told her that the person in front of her was the guy who devoured her own body.

Numerous red mist slowly filled the air, completely covering the place, making it almost impossible to see the surrounding scene.

Except for the numerous figures, only the red mist exists.

Alisa looked at the middle-aged man, and suddenly asked calmly.

"Do you want to see your daughter?"

"It should be called Noah..."

The next moment he heard this, his eyes suddenly became slack and he lost focus.

The body began to tremble with struggle.

Apparently he had an instinctive reaction to his daughter's name.

Seeing this, Alisa can also roughly estimate how far the witch's soul strength has recovered.

The strength of the soul may not be very strong, it should be able to exist with the help of a mysterious item.

The main strength is to expand on this basis.

"Remember to wait for me..."

Alisa's calm mouth evoked an unpredictable smile, and she gently closed her eyes.

Then her figure suddenly turned into balls of black mist, and then dissipated between the sky and the earth.

Seeing Alisa without a trace, the witch was stunned for a few seconds, and then realized that what she came over was actually a body constructed with mysterious factors.

It's like constructing a false gospel by yourself.

Both sides are fake.

No one would personally come here with their real body and hand over their safety to the other party.

The eyes of the "middle-aged man" sank slightly, and then his body trembled, and his wife in his arms almost fell off.

"Damn it, you actually want to resist me!"

The witch felt a little annoyed, and immediately exerted another force to suppress the middle-aged man's consciousness.

Alisa guessed right.