A large stone room, with only one candle lit, was deserted and filled with a strange atmosphere. As soon as Luojia loosened his hand, Fangfei fell to the ground, like a nimble deer, struggled, jumped up, and immediately ran to the corner

, separated by a long distance. There was a dangerous atmosphere in the silence. She had never heard Luojia's rapid breathing. It was a prelude to rage. He was already angry. Luojia was really angry. She curled up

She just wanted to hide as far away as possible, as far away as possible... However, the house was only so big, and the walls were made of hard granite. There was only one open window. Her eyes fell on it, as if in a desperate situation.

prey, but Luo Jia's tall body was already blocking the window. He was a king, the winner of many years of war. As soon as he entered the battlefield - the battlefield - he naturally observed the terrain and grasped the most advantageous position.

Focus on the overall situation. This is the result of years of habit.

He didn't look at the shivering girl in the corner, but looked around. The very simple house was neat and tidy, and filled with an atmosphere unique to girls. Rows of stone bookshelves were neatly stacked with a variety of ancient books.

, at first glance, there is nothing strange.

He walked a few steps forward and walked around the bed. This bed was a forbidden place, with tender branches of apples and the fragrance of future apples on it. At this point, even the high priest could not move forward. She only belonged to Fang Fei.

, in her girl's world, there are only a few taboos and secrets - that is her own territory.

She opened her eyes wide in fear and wanted to call him to stop, but she didn't dare. Her voice was stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter it.

Luo Jia stopped and suddenly looked back at her. In front of her, a large piece of black paper hung down, blocking the row of dressing rooms - she also made the dressing rooms into bookshelves. Inside, there were several white gauze skirts floating in the air.

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Luo Jia stretched out his hand and pulled down the black paper with a clatter.

The hangers are full of idols: all the idols and dolls worshiped in the North: the God of Zongmu, the God of the Jungle, the God of Rain, the God of Love and the God of Fertility, as well as the ancestors in the history of the North...

At first glance, nothing looked out of the ordinary, but soon, I discovered that these dolls were covered with thin shining silver light, and their heads, throats, and chests were filled with thin spikes...
Chapter completed!