Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

The whirlpool head rushed into the thick smoke first, trying to cut Han Ningchu into pieces.

Rush in with a buzzing whirling sound.

But after going in for a long time, there was no movement. I thought it would be a scene of blood splashing on the ground...

But in the thick smoke, it was eerily quiet.

Qi Wei frowned, and waved his hand to signal the other heads to go in and check the situation.

Before the head could enter, a cold voice sounded from the thick smoke.

"Xiao Zhao, draw a talisman."

The tone was cold, but Qi Wei was shocked.

Xiao Zhao heard Han Ningchu's voice in the smoke and responded repeatedly: "Okay! Leave it to me."

"Damn it, he didn't kill him!"

Qi Wei was a little crazy, thinking that Han Ningchu would definitely die.

I never thought that the woman would actually catch another soul, and judging by her state, she didn't seem to be hurt at all.

Xiao Zhao quickly drew a seal talisman and ran to seal the head in Han Ningchu's hand.

Now, only five of Qi Wei's nine primordial spirits remained.

"I didn't expect to push me to this point... It seems that I can only use that technique, but I need time." Qi Wei whispered.

He looked at Han Ningchu and Zhu Mo, who was recovering from his injuries, with a bit of trouble on his face: "But can these two guys give me enough time?"

If it was another opponent, he would not be afraid that he would not be able to win time, but facing Zhu Mo and Han Ningchu, he was really afraid.

One is so unpredictable that he can get close to him inadvertently, while the other one dare not even get close to him.

Although Qi Wei's main methods are Taoist techniques, his melee ability is also very outstanding. Before he met Han Ningchu, he really hadn't lost a few people in melee.

The few fights with Han Ningchu just now made Qi Wei decide in his heart that that woman probably has no opponent in close combat in this world.

Just as Qi Wei was struggling, a voice that he had been waiting for for a long time finally sounded from behind.

"Hey, our ghost priests are actually in such a mess?"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it until I died. It seems that I still need my help."

The shirtless Zhu Qing appeared, Qi Wei said with a smile.

Behind him stood a group of people, each with a mocking expression on their faces.

These guys are all saints that Zhu Qing secretly found.

In order to win the battle with Zhu Mo, he doesn't care about any family rules, as long as he can win the position of the master, Zhu Qing can do anything.

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, Xiao Mo." Zhu Qing looked at Zhu Mo with a slight smile, and continued:

"Brother has paid too much for the position of the head of the Zhu family, and these friends have long been prepared to save it for urgent use."

"I thought it would be used against the second child, but I didn't expect to use them against you today."

The smile on Zhu Qing's face gradually disappeared, leaving only indifference and viciousness.

"It's broken! I have seen many of these guys. They are not only saints, but also heinous criminals wanted by the Ministry of Defense."

Xiao Zhao's face turned pale in an instant.

Dealing with one Qi Wei is already strenuous enough, but now there are nearly 20 more saints.

The Zhu family's infighting is really not something that ordinary people can participate in. He has never seen so many battles between saints in his life.

It is estimated that this mountain will be blasted to the ground after the fight.

"Brother...you don't think that you are the only one who is prepared, do you?" A sarcasm flashed in Zhu Mo's eyes.

A white figure flew from the woods behind him.

The woman looked down at Zhu Mo, and said in a cold tone, "You should thank me for coming, otherwise no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to connect with your arm."

The woman was none other than the former member of the Jingwei group lurking in the Mieling Squad, Ace of Hearts Ji Yao.

Her healing ability is second only to No. 10 in the Jingwei group, and it is not difficult for her to connect Zhu Mo's broken arm.

Ji Yao lowered his mask and squatted down to get close to Zhu Mo.

Spit out lavender gas from his mouth to envelop him.

Ji Yao frowned slightly, Zhu Mo rolled his eyes and said angrily: "You don't know that the organs in your body are about to be shattered."

"If you come later, I think you should be a corpse lying on the ground."

The indifferent Ji Yao opened her bright red mouth and pointed to it.

Zhu Mo asked with a puzzled look: "What do you mean? Don't mess around, my girlfriend is over there."

Glancing at Zhu Mo angrily, Ji Yao helped his forehead and said helplessly: "If you want to die, open your mouth."

He opened his mouth tentatively.

From Ji Yao's mouth, lavender gas spewed into Zhu Mo's mouth.

The gas flows slowly in the body like a warm current, warm and comfortable, like the softest sunshine in spring, making people intoxicated.

"Tsk... come here, are you still afraid that I will molest you?" Ji Yao impatiently reached out and grabbed Zhu Mo's collar and pulled it closer.

The distance between the two became less than half a fist in an instant.

Zhu Mo glanced aside at Han Ningchu for the first time.

Finding this side, Han Ningchu's face was surprised at first, and then suddenly became a little gloomy.

Those murderous eyes made Zhu Mo break out in cold sweat.

Zhu Qing smiled contemptuously, waved his hands lightly and said, "What are you doing standing there? Do you want to beat him after he is healed?"

Under Zhu Qing's order, the saints around him slowly approached Zhu Mo.

They were all desperadoes, they had no fear at all, and they all had contempt and disdain on their faces.

"Master, give me some time. I want to kill them all and turn them into souls to protect me." Qi Wei said viciously.

Qi Wei snatched an iron rod from the person next to him, and then took off his cloth clothes and wrapped them on the top of the iron rod.

A large amount of blood dripped from the palm of the other hand when two fingers were scratched, and dripped on the cloth at the top of the iron rod.

He needs to use this to draw a spell on the ground, using a spell that has been researched for decades.