Feng Ji'er instinctively raised her left hand and index finger, her eyes suddenly became fierce. In her opinion, she just poked the pilgrim's chest, but... she saw blood.
Was that a poke? She could feel the warm blood in the pilgrim's body, and even touched the still-beating heart!
But she had no fear, and suddenly she felt so happy. When she took out her hand, what she grasped in her small palm was the pilgrim's heart!
The pilgrim stared at his protruding eyes, watching her take out his heart alive. The whites of his eyes rolled up, and he wriggled his lips and said two words: devil... ghost... and then he fell straight back.
Devil? She is just an orphan, how can she be the devil?
After the pilgrim's death, when night came, Feng Ji'er felt that her sleep was extremely unreliable, as if she had never slept at all... Later, when she woke up again, she found that she was lying in a pool of blood...
The corpses of monks are scattered all over the temple. Some have had their hearts dug out, some have their flesh dug out, and some have been torn into pieces. The death state is extremely horrific...
"It's not me! It's not me!" Feng Ji'er screamed while half asleep and half awake. The moment she opened her eyes, the moonlight shining in through the window seemed to have retreated three feet...
This is the Zuiyue Tower in Jinzhou, the private room on the second floor...
Such cold eyes, pupils with the aura of death, are dilating violently
Feng Ji'er seemed to have changed. She looked out the window with cold eyes. She didn't show any emotion, only a strong murderous aura surrounded her body.
She jumped from the second floor and ran all the way to the jungle near Xiong River.
Just a quarter of an hour after she jumped out of the window, the door to her room made a bang and was kicked open by Xuan Luo
Xuan Luo's face was extremely ugly. He didn't know what trick this coach Mous was going to play. He had clearly chosen six people to leave, but he sent them to his room one by one with different tricks!
He was originally interested in listening to singing and dancing, but when he was disturbed by those strange women, he became extremely angry and no longer had any patience!
It was originally just to test whether the Mousse coach was a man. Now he openly sent the woman into his room. Was he telling him that he was not good enough, or was he hiding something else?
Xuan Luo stood in the empty room. At this moment, the figure of Coach Mous was nowhere to be seen...
Very good, Coach Mousse!
The last time he disappeared in the middle of the night in the snowy mountains, it could be said to be a coincidence. This time, why?
Xuan Luo walked to the window behind the screen and sat down on the seat. Looking at the open window, he couldn't believe that this Coach Mous dared to risk being executed by Ling Chi, under the nose of his Highness, the Crown Prince.
Escape!
Coach Mousse, I might as well wait for you one more night!