Luoyang was also startled by this situation, and he hurriedly stopped and remained motionless.
Black Brachial Butterfly bumped into Luoyang's body without warning, and her chest happened to hit Luoyang's raised elbow.
That elbow was buried in a second.
Electricity spread through every nerve, and several black wires were hung on Luoyang's forehead.
There are thousands of coincidences in this world every second, why is this one happening?
The man in gold robe looked away.
Whether he discovered something or just happened to look this way, there was no way of knowing.
Luoyang took a step forward, and the elbow that was raised back was able to "get away". He pulled the black butterfly and hid behind the monument-shaped rock, and only then did he notice the red face of the black butterfly.
.
The atmosphere between the two was strange and awkward.
Luoyang hesitated for a moment, then leaned into Black Brachial Butterfly's ear and whispered: "Listen to what they are saying, and then tell me."
The black brachial butterfly nodded.
At this time, Fatima had already walked to the spring pool in the center of the circular platform.
The man in gold robe also came to the spring pool. He pulled out a gorgeous Persian dagger from his waist, and then he was chattering something.
Luoyang didn't understand, but what was happening on the circular platform reminded him of religious sacrifices.
It would be a pity if Fatima was killed as a sacrifice. She was so young and beautiful, and her life had just begun.
Black-armed Butterfly suddenly came to Luoyang's ear and said almost to his ear: "They seem to be performing some kind of ceremony to awaken something. The man in the golden mask is their high priest, and he informed the ancestors
His name is Alberts."
Luoyang nodded.
Now it seems that bringing the Black Brachial Butterfly is a wise choice. If Xia Chen and him come in, they will really be watching a pantomime now.
The black-armed butterfly poked its head out from the edge of the rock again to see and listen.
Luoyang also poked his head out from her shoulder to take a look. He tried his best to avoid touching her body, but the fragrance emanating from her neck and hair penetrated his nostrils. It was an elegant fragrance.
Fragrant, refreshing, full of alluring factors.
His eyes seemed to be drawn by some mysterious magnetic field, and he couldn't help but fall on the black brachial butterfly's snow-white neck, which was like a swan's neck. The skin was white and delicate, like the snow on pear blossoms, which would melt with just a breath of heat.
Luoyang recited the words "Amitabha" in his mind and imagined Baili Jianjia in his mind, and then he calmed down his thoughts. It had to be Baili Jianjia, and Bai Jing didn't work, because she was too gentle and had no lethality.
As a man, sometimes your biggest enemy is your instinct.
He can control his instincts and regain his composure in just a few seconds, which is better than ninety-nine percent of the men in this world.
It's just so excellent.
The black-armed butterfly suddenly turned back.
Luoyang had no time to escape, and their faces were pressed together.
Both of them froze, and this damn electric shock feeling spread through every nerve in their bodies, with sparks and lightning all the way.
Two seconds later, Luoyang shrank back.
Black-armed Butterfly looked at Luoyang, her dark eyes shining.
Luoyang pretended to be calm and did not explain anything. The last thing needed in this situation is an explanation.
Black Butterfly came closer, her plump and delicate red lips almost touching Luoyang's ears: "What the high priest Alberts wants to summon is the Holy Spirit of the Shadow Chaser organization, and that Holy Spirit will descend on Saint Fatima.
on the body."
Her voice was filled with 37-degree heat and 82-degree humidity, making Luoyang's ears itchy.
"What Holy Spirit?" Luoyang asked quietly.
Black Brachial Butterfly shook her head: "I don't know."
She stuck her head out to look again.
This time Luoyang learned a lesson and changed from a deep squat to a half squat, and stuck his head out from the top of the Black Brachial Butterfly's head to see.
This avoids the embarrassment of sticking face to face.
The mind is full of wisdom.
At this moment, the high priest Albertz, who was wearing a golden mask, entered a state of excitement. The great saint chanted and danced. The gorgeous Persian dagger swayed in his hand, leaving streaks of silver light in the firelight.
He is a master with a knife.
Luoyang made a judgment in his heart.
Black-armed Butterfly suddenly turned around and bumped his face into Luoyang's pants.
A strange expression suddenly appeared on Luoyang's face.
Black Brachial Butterfly hurriedly tilted her neck back and stared at Luoyang with her big eyes, a strange expression on her face.
For her, this is more embarrassing than kissing her face.
Luoyang hurriedly squatted down and immediately diverted his attention: "What's going on?"
Black-armed Butterfly came over and said against Luoyang's ear: "This ceremony is about to begin. The Holy Spirit is about to descend on Fatima. If she can't bear it, she will die. If she succeeds, she will gain
Powerful power. After that, the Shadow Warriors of the Shadow Chaser organization put her under command."
"Kagemusha, are they the armed men we met when we came here?"
"Probably not. Judging from Alberts' tone, I guess he is not an ordinary armed man, but a very powerful Persian warrior."
Luoyang nodded, feeling that the trip was worthwhile.
Suddenly, the black-branched butterfly opened its mouth and bit his ear.
Luoyang was immediately stunned and did not dare to turn his head to dodge. He just looked sideways at the black-armed butterfly.
Black Brachial Butterfly let go of Luo Yang's ears and looked into Luo Yang's eyes without dodge, even with a hint of provocation, as if there was something in his eyes.
I bit you, do you dare to bite me?
Luoyang was timid and avoided the sight of the black-armed butterfly, sticking his head out to see what was going on over there.
This is the only way to deal with it.
The black-armed butterfly also stuck its head out to take a look, and its pretty face like petals almost stuck to Luoyang's face.
Baili Jianjia's man was originally supposed to be her man. If he doesn't flirt with her, he won't flirt with her.
After passing this village, there was no such shop. Her ears had been tortured these past few days, and she had been in accidents one after another just now. She had been eaten piece by piece. If she didn't find some books, how could she swallow her breath?
This is the mentality of a big-breasted brother.
On the circular platform, the ceremony has reached a critical step.
Alberts came to the side of the spring, held the edge of the Persian dagger in his left hand, and pulled it down neatly.
The dagger cut his palm, and a stream of blood flowed from his fist and dripped into the spring pool.
Mohammadi stepped forward and took the Persian dagger from Alberts' hand. He held the blade with his left hand and pulled it down neatly. A stream of blood flowed from his fist and dripped into the spring.
In the pool.
Then the elders headed by Saman Husseini cut their palms with Persian daggers and dripped blood into the spring pool.
The spring pool was not big at first, only twice as big as a household bathtub, but it soon became red.
Fatima, dressed in white, walked into the blood-colored spring pool, then lay down and soaked her entire body in the blood-colored water.