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Chapter 25 The great Heifeng God got the wrong object

"No!"

Tian Deping stared at the dancing horse with wide eyes.

The moment the cloth fell to the ground, Tian Deping's body quickly dried up.

The breath fell suddenly, so weak that it was unnoticeable.

The dancing horse ignored him and rolled off the altar with all its strength.

He originally planned to take advantage of Tian Deping's backlash from the blood sacrifice and walk over to kill him.

After rolling down, I realized that the remaining strength in my body was far from enough to achieve the set goal.

"I'm so good to you!"

With a pale face, Tian Deping got up and staggered towards the dancing horse.

He picked up the dancing horse and put it on the altar.

The dancing horse struggled a few times, but it was useless.

Even Tian Deping, who had been stir-fried to the point of skin and bones, was far stronger and more powerful than the dancing horse at this moment.

"The bastard who escaped from Queleri,"

Tian Deping took out another small bottle from his arms and shook it in front of the dancing horse.

"Do you think that's the end of it?"

Dancing Horse's eyes were full of panic and despair.

Tian Deping opened the dancing horse's mouth to make sure there was no mess inside.

No need for ritual anymore.

Tian Deping smashed the bottle into Wu Ma's mouth, and the scarlet liquid was thrown in.

Very salty and sticky.

"I can give you a good time,"

Tian Deping leaned next to the dancing horse's ear and said in a hoarse and low voice:

"As long as you obey."

"The dead need to be happy,"

The dancing horse stared hard and spat on Tian Deping's face. His dark face was reflected brightly by the light of the oil lamp.

"No need for living people."

The dancing horse stretched its neck hard and bit Tian Deping's chest.

And, he used all his strength to feed himself.

"grass!"

Tian Deping screamed in pain, jerked back, and got out of the dancing horse's teeth.

The chest was bitten to pieces, and blood oozed from the clear tooth marks.

"court death!"

Tian Deping drew his sword.

The sound of the sword cutting across the scabbard was like fingernails scratching across a blackboard, which was particularly harsh.

He stabbed the dancing horse twice in the stomach.

Blood flowed down and covered his body.

The dancing horse collapsed into a heap and fell to the ground.

A sword was struck in the abdomen, but the dancing horse did not feel much pain. This was far less painful than the pain of a torn nerve.

It bleeds and it feels solid.

Everything that can be done has been done.

The rest depends on how God arranges it.

"It's not that easy!"

Tian Deping gritted his teeth and said:

"It's not that enjoyable!"

He picked up the dancing horse and placed it on the altar again.

"You have a little bit of cleverness," Tian Deping said, "and you succeeded in irritating me."

The dancing horse's blood stuck to his face.

One piece is red, one piece is black, and one piece is yellow, like a piece of blood mud.

"I can break your hamstrings and hand tendons,

Cut your pretty face with a knife,

I can cut off your limbs and peel off your skin, but you will still be alive."

Tian Deping said:

"But I won't do this, because your fate will be worse than what I said -

Your body will be reduced to ashes, and your soul will be dedicated to the Black Wind God. You will never be reincarnated, and you will never be free."

The dancing horse lies on the altar.

Blood gushed out from the wound on his lower abdomen, flowed through the lines on the countertop, and then flowed along the lines into large and small potholes.

The dancing horse strokes the pothole at hand. Calm and peaceful.

The cold altar gradually warmed up.

Tian Deping staggered back to another altar, lay down, and recited the sacrificial poem again——

"Great Black Wind God of Black Wind Mountain, I am your loyal servant... No...

No!

Fuck..."

Tian Deping suddenly lost his voice - before he finished reciting his sacrificial poem, the sacrifice began.

However, this time, the great Black Wind God seemed to have the wrong target...

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Late at night, I beg for recommendations and investors.

Thanks to Meng Sanwan for the starting coin reward of 10,000.

Meng Sanwan is an old reader. When my last book "The Greatest Way" was first released, Comrade Meng Sanwan followed.

Meng Sanwan, a classmate, is also an old author. He has written several books before, but his results have never been satisfactory.

The book I'm writing now is called "What's It Like to Have a Wife of the Vampire Tribe". The results are very good and it is expected to be a high-quality book soon. Interested students can give it a try.


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