Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 248 The Dual Strategy of Little Cutie and Little Cruelty ([-])
Chapter 274

When An Mo raised his head, he met Musize's gaze. The other party seemed to understand the complexity in her eyes, and held her hand: "It's the boy from that night, right?"

She nodded slowly, looked at the uncle who was suppressing her urgency, and still told the truth: "Your son was cursed to death, and now that person is about to attack Qianjin. If you don't mind, you can talk to me about your situation." How is the situation at home?"

When the middle-aged man heard that his daughter was also in danger, he didn't dare to hide the 01:30 o'clock, so he quickly explained everything about the situation at home from a few years ago to now.

It turns out that the man is a side branch of one of the five core families in the imperial capital. The main generation of the main family has very few children. It is a turbulent situation. As long as a side branch has an amazing and talented person, he can seize the position of the head of the family, and the man's son has been in the family since his birth. He showed an extraordinary IQ, so he was targeted by other side branches, which can be said to be an unreasonable disaster.

"I didn't think about competing for the position of Patriarch, they...they are simply deceiving people too much!" The man thought for a while, but he didn't say such ugly words.

"But the curse technique won't take effect out of thin air, right?" Musize asked the point.

And this sentence just reminded An Mo, making her want to understand why the person with the boy's soul came - to seize her cultivation, luck... and even her life.

All injustices in this world exist on the surface, and the right and wrong in them are determined by the way of heaven, so there is no unilateral extortion or frame-up at all.

As for what is recorded in unofficial histories, miscellaneous notes, and storybooks, such as pricking dolls, raising little ghosts, using witchcraft to attract evil spirits, etc., most of these are ineffective. A few who have deep thoughts that lead to efficacious effects have to pay a corresponding price, that is, they are deceived by the will of heaven. Seize the luck and even life corresponding to the curse.

Since the caster cursed the boy to death, he would inevitably find a recipient to bear the corresponding punishment, including himself, who would also lose a lot of cultivation, which some people call Tao Xing.

And the better the luck of the cursed person, the stronger the backlash will be for the caster and the recipient. According to An Mo's calculation, the boy's fate should be purple luck, and the caster will lose at least half of it. of cultivation.

As for the golden luck of Musize, who is the only one in the whole world, I am afraid that no one dares to touch him, and no one can afford the price.

Hearing An Mo's explanation, Musize was very annoyed, his whole body undisguisedly soared into the sky, his dark pupils looked abnormally deep: "I think he is impatient to live!"

In addition to anger, there is more worry and fear: "If I didn't see something wrong with you that day, what would you do?"

He held An Mo's hand tightly, interlocking his fingers, as if trying to merge the two hands into one.

An Mo smiled heartlessly and didn't dare to reply, so he could only change the subject: "That child hasn't been here for many days, it must be because you were afraid that you went to find someone else, we can now find it through the uncle's daughter Source, and then catch them all!"

She made a gesture of cheering and pinching her fist, nuzzled her nose, trying to distract Musizer, who had turned into a time bomb, by pretending to be cute.

Musize gave her a helpless look, and tapped her forehead with his index finger: "You, you are not allowed to act alone in the future, you must be with me."

The middle-aged man on the side looked at the housework and seemed to have finished it, so he quickly interjected: "Master An, what do you think is going to happen next? I have already lost a son, so please keep my daughter... …”

"Your daughter is originally a mid-to-upper fate, and it has nothing to do with the overall situation. The reason why she has attracted the attention and hatred of the other party is that she has met a nobleman, and this nobleman is enough to affect the life and death of the family behind you." An Mo started from the beginning. After sorting out the details, I gradually figured out the cause and effect.

"The status of the five major families is unmatched. Even if the master family behind you has declined due to civil strife, as the saying goes, 'A skinny camel is bigger than a horse', it is not easy for other families to catch up. So the answer There is only one, and this noble person who can influence the overall situation is one of the heirs of the other four major families. Only they can threaten your enemies, and they are close to your daughter's age." Mu Xize continued his analysis after An Mo's words.

"This...how is this possible..." the middle-aged man said in confusion, "My daughter does have a boyfriend, but I heard that he is just an ordinary office worker, and he is not very good to my daughter..."

The man's face turned gloomy and clear when he said this: "Recently, my daughter has been sighing and muttering something about 'the son is back, the family is suitable for the home', I am a rough man, I don't understand those Wen Zou Zou things, and later secretly After checking, I realized that it was just that boy who treated my daughter badly that made her sigh like this!"

An Mo's gaze involuntarily fell on the unopened concentric gift box on the coffee table, and then exchanged a glance with Musize, and finally said: "It's useless for us to speculate here now, why don't you bring your Let my daughter come, maybe I need to stay for a while."

An Mo drew a lot of spells in his free time, and Mu Xize also used them to practice drawing a lot. He also had some magic weapons and formation diagrams at home. He didn't know when or why he would be able to use them, so he brought them all with him. It's not convenient to leave, so I can only invite the other party to my home.

The man didn't know whether he understood the reason or he was too obedient to Master An's words, so he should get up immediately and leave.

An Mo didn't hold back, and went into the study to make preparations.In this situation, there is no need to delay. No one can be sure when the caster will do it. Maybe it will be next month, maybe next week, or it may be tomorrow, tonight, or the next second.

Musize, a half celestial master who hasn't even opened his eyes, also joined An Mo's work, sorting out the array, drawing symbols, and arranging the corresponding magic tools.

About four or ten minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Both An Mo and Musize exited the state of meditation and went to open the door. Unexpectedly, they saw an acquaintance—the little nurse from that night.

"Oh my god, are you the living god my dad said?" The little nurse was stunned at An Mo's young and tender cheeks. She still remembered how he winked at her that night, which was different from the "immortal style" her father said. "Bone" is absolutely different.

An Mo raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms to show his true nature, leaned on Mu Xize and greeted with a smile: "I'm not a living god, at least a half-fairy."

Mu Xize shook his head in a funny way. How long had it been since these two people were still trying to play tricks? Seeing that the middle-aged man was so anxious that he didn't dare to interrupt An Mo, he became a good person and took over his girlfriend's hand. Carrying him into the room with his shoulder: "I want to catch up on old times. You will have plenty of time in the future. Let's get down to business now."

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