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Any young and beautiful woman will not be willing to leave a flaw on her body.

Ye Lansi is different.

She left an inscription on her body. These inscriptions are not obvious on weekdays. Once they are used, they will all be revealed. This also makes Ye Lansi look at this moment, there are some points, but she obviously does not care. on.

In order to obtain Tianli, complete the promise of Ye Lingyue, in the past few days, she learned the inscription during the day, and at night, she inscribed the inscription on her body.

The two inscriptions she used earlier, including the other inscriptions on her, were all strokes, all with a little bit of a needle on the flesh and blood.

A fire inscription, an inscription of the wind, and different inscriptions hidden in other parts of her body!

"Death, you have some means, but, how about it, how strong your inscriptions can be, you can only use it on yourself. I want you to watch the boy die. Watching his friend die in himself. In front of me, this feeling is not good, just like when you looked at your brother and died in front of you."

Lan Chuchu giggled.

Not far away, the muddy night of the night will be seen in the mud.

"Shut up! You don't want to mention him!"

Ye Lansi's body was shocked.

Brother... her brother...

In her mind, the image of the little monster flashed.

In this world, the only relative who is really good for her is only my brother.

But he is dead.

In the body of Ye Lansi, there is a kind of hate, which is unprecedentedly strong.

"I want to say. I know, you love him, are you? Hahaha, I know that hybrids are hybrids, and they will fall in love with their brothers. Hahaha, Lancang is a beast, you keep the blood of Lancang. You are also a beast. You actually fell in love with your brother, and you also seduce the stars and let him be fascinated by you."

Lan Chuchu saw the painful appearance of Ye Nansi, and her heart was very happy.

When she was still in the mountains of the gods, she discovered that she was very attached to the little monsters. This attachment has already surpassed the normal brother and sister.

Dare to betray her, she wants to make this little bitter painful.

Lan Chuchu's words are the most ruthless attack. Ye Nansi is trembling, and the inscriptions on her body are flickering, like a candle in the wind, swaying.

"Lan Chuchu, you are a beast, you are not worthy of being a mother, not even as a mother. Why he died, you are still not dead, **** you!"

Ye Lansi's voice is cold.

There was a strange black gas in her body.

The inscriptions on her are all turned into black.

She sang in her mouth and licked a weird **** in her hand.

That is?

Lan Chuchu, I only think that Ye Lansi's movements are familiar.

The power in her, is that witch?

Lan Chuchu was shocked, how could it be, Ye Nansi, how can there be witch power!

Lan Chuchu's feet, suddenly a soft, she looked down and could not help but change.

At her feet, the land disappeared, a swamp, and the same swamp of death as the swamp at the foot of the night, appeared at the foot.

Her body is sinking.

"How is it possible, Ye Lansi, you actually know witchcraft! Who is it, who taught you witchcraft? Is it a witch? No... Impossible, only I am the servant of the Witch God!"

Lan Chuchu is like a chicken that has been pinched in his throat. His voice is sharp and it sounds harsh.

She can hardly believe that Ye Fansi, who has nothing to do, actually knows such a profound witchcraft.

"The person who taught me witchcraft is not someone else, it is you. Only when you use witchcraft, I saw it, I heard it, I learned it."

Ye Lansi looked at Lanchuchu, who was constantly sinking, and his eyes were full of cold.

She looked at Lanchuchu's eyes and had no feelings.

Once upon a time, she also had a guilty conscience about Lan Chuchu.

After all, that is the woman who gave birth to her.

Can Lan Chu Chu, should not be a thousand should not, take his brother to retaliate.

Her brother, the most precious brother in the world, can't be embarrassed.

"Impossible, how is it possible, you just learned it once!"

Lan Chuchu listened, but it was flustered and unbelief.

Witchcraft, how can it be learned, and the other party is still not seen by her, nothing to do with Ye Lansi.

"All this should be thanked for you. You remembered that when you were a child, you and the singer, you humiliated me personally. That period of time was my most painful day, and I was afraid of being killed by you. On the other hand, be careful not to expose my fears in front of the night. I want to survive, even if I live a little less than the ants. At that time, I learned to observe. I can write down any words and Action, just look at it again."

Ye Lansi's talent, she has been very good cover, even the closest little monster brother, never found.

This is the only thing she has survived.

After she fell into the nine secluded hell, she also used this ability to learn to protect herself. At that time, she found that she could master the witch power well.

"It may be because my body is full of dirty blood, so it is suitable for the place where the nine secluded hell. Wu Li is also the power of darkness."

Ye Tam thought to himself.

She looked at the panic of Lan Chuchu's face and fell into the mud of death.

Those who are in the north of the army do not dare to approach.

Once you get close, there is only death waiting for them.

"Mind, meditate, I am your mother. You can't kill me, I am wrong, I am wrong."

The Witch God only told Lan Chuchu how to use the ban, to curb the power of the night, to the soil, but did not say how to restrain this terrible death mud.

"The Witch God, save me, I am your most fulfilling servant."

Lan Chuchu is already in the same situation as the beast. In addition to struggling, everything is in vain.

"It's too late, Lan Chuchu, you should have died long ago. You have done so many bad things, and death is the best atonement for you."

In the eyes of Ye Lansi, there is no trace of waves.

Lan Chuchu's body continued to sink, and the threat of death flooded like water. She felt scared.

"Death, you can't die, you can kill even your mother, you will hit five thunders in the sky, not to die. Even if you die, I have the kid back!"

When Lan Chuchu finished speaking, he saw a thick rattan descending from the sky.

"That may not be."

The prisoner's day with the radiance of the long-lived prints slammed out from the ground. It waved the rattan of the tentacles, and the prisoner plunged into the dead mud and searched for a while.

The endless death of the mud, encountering the prisoner's day with unlimited growth ability, the death muddy sent out unwilling roar.

Gradually, the contraction has subsided.

The prisoner's day rolled up the night of the night, and at the same time, Lan Chuchu was also rolled up.