Chu Ci responded softly, probably because of the curse that she saw a lot of things.

Among them, an old-fashioned and dark-faced old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fashioned old-fash

It seemed like Yan Ting, who was a child, was curled up in the darkness in the darkness, his eyes were red, with cruelty and cruelty in his eyes, gritting his teeth, and every word seemed to contain a huge amount of hatred, "It should all disappear, and it shouldn't exist."

Chu Ci was stunned, looking at the at a loss in front of her and had sent a message to Lao Yang. Yan Ting, who seemed to be a bit evil to outsiders, blinked his eyes and saw the fear in his eyes. Cha Bai said that this time it was probably an opportunity for her to know her identity in this plane, not to mention that the old lady she just saw was 80% or 90% chance of being Ling Lao.

The Linglao whom they searched everywhere but couldn't find it, now this person chose to attack her and took the initiative to come to her. How could she let her go?

"I won't disappear, don't worry, okay?" Chu Ci slightly resisted the pulling force, raised her hand and surrounded Yan Ting's neck with vain, "Someone bullies you, can I help you bully you, okay? I said from the beginning, I will help you, don't worry."

Seeing Chu Ci's spiritual body becoming lighter and fainter, still smiling, it was still soft and sweet, but it completely panicked Yan Ting.

This morning, Lao Yang sent him a detailed report. He is a special existence for all spiritual objects. If he had resentment from what he had said before, it would be easy to be used by people like them, but it was because of the long time and the harsh conditions, and few people could really use it.

And Ling Lao had been forced to the point of desperate situation by them, and it might be unknown what method he had found.

Seeing Chu Ci's body getting lighter and lighter, Yan Ting touched it weakly for a few times, gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, and his eyes turned red. It looked a bit like what Chu Ci vaguely saw when he was a child just now, "I thought I had nothing to lose."

But when facing such a thing, I am still so powerless.

Chu Ci wanted to say something else, but that force directly led Chu Ci's spiritual body to disappear here in an instant.

When Chu Ci opened her eyes again, the surroundings had changed.

This place is like a tomb chamber on the ground, full of mysterious patterns. A young man lay on the wooden board not far away. The young man was naked and had a delicate dagger inserted into his chest. His eyes were wide open, with a little death breath in his eyes, and his face was gray. He looked like he had been dead for a long time.

Chu Ci also knew this man, who was Shen Jiao's son, Yan Ting's half-brother Yan Fei.

"Your spiritual power is indeed strong enough. I was injured by that person's power. I was summoned here and I was actually still conscious." An old and vicious voice came from beside me. Chu Ci turned around and looked over, and saw the old lady dressed in a trance she had seen before leaning against a not far away.

Her breathing was a little rapid, her eyes were crazy, and her face looked even more gloomy.
Chapter completed!