Alien Arms Dealer

The fingers of his hands trembled, followed by violent convulsions and tremors, and there was a little pain between his brows and eyes.

Mo Ziqing stepped forward and asked, "Do you need to hold him down?"

"No need!" On the fair skin of Song Qiheng's chest, a pattern faintly appeared. It was the curse seal engraved on Song Qiheng's soul that Xiao Cheng had seen before, and it was stimulated by Xiao Cheng's backlash technique, and it appeared on the body.

Thousands of miles away, a man in white is playing the piano.Suddenly, he clutched his chest and fell on the table, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The attendants beside him were terrified, and helped him up from left to right, "My lord! My lord! What's wrong with you?"

The handsome facial features of the man in white twisted, and he clutched his chest, in such pain that he couldn't even speak.

"Honorable Lord! Wait a minute! I'll call Master Priest to come over!"

The man in white was covering his chest, his eyes were staring straight ahead, his lips were trembling violently, "This...it's impossible..." Then, a man in a black and white robe came from behind and asked: "Luoxue, what's wrong?"

The man in white was lying on the ground, unable to get up in pain, "Master...Master..."

"Don't talk, let me see!" The man in the robe squatted down, reached out and pinched his veins, with a suffocating look on his face, "What did you do? Why did you get backlashed?"

"Back...backlash?"

"What did you do before?"

Luoxue seemed to have thought of something, with an unbelievable look on her face, "No! This is impossible! There will be no problems with my spells...how... how could it be... backfired?"

The robed man tore off the clothes on Luo Xue's body, revealing his white chest, where a black pattern suddenly appeared.

"This... this curse seal is wrong! Someone changed the curse seal and sucked back its power!"

"Then...then what should I do? Master, help me..."

"Don't worry! I will definitely find a way to save you!" The man in the robe said anxiously that he wanted to save him, but he had no idea in his heart. After living for so many years, this was the first time he encountered such a situation!

"Ahhh—" Luoxue's cry became more and more tragic, "It hurts...it hurts..."

Song Qiheng's body kept convulsing, his chest heaved up and down, and the candle on the table was flickering and dimming. Even though there was no wind in the room, the flame kept shaking, as if it would be blown out at any time.

Mo Ziqing stared at the candlestick and couldn't help asking, "Ah Cheng, what's the matter with the candlelight?"

"The fire of life of the caster! It is equivalent to the existence of a puppet. I slightly changed the curse mark on the second son, and the backlash

The power will return to the opponent. This candle is equivalent to the life of the opponent. When the candle is extinguished, it proves that the opponent is dead!

"

"Really?" Wen Xiuyuan was very curious, walked to the side of the kundalini, and asked, "Why is it so troublesome, we can just put it out!"

Xiao Cheng laughed, "Little mosquito, try to see if you can put it out!"

Wen Xiuyuan blew a big breath on the candle, but the flame was still burning very vigorously without any trace of extinguishing. Wen Xiuyuan blew until his head was dizzy, but the candle was still burning well.

Xiao Cheng patted Wen Xiuyuan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "This fire of life is not so easy to extinguish. This thread returns the curse seal on the Second Young Master's body to the caster. If it is so easy to extinguish it, I would still So why bother?"

Wen Xiuyuan raised his eyelids, stared at Xiao Cheng's expression, full of admiration, "Xiao Cheng, you are so amazing, you know so much, teach me anytime!"

Xiao Cheng was a little embarrassed by his praise, "Ahem, I'm actually half-baked. I'm ashamed to say that I'm only good at refining weapons, and I don't know much about the others. In fact, this backlash I can't guarantee that it will be successful..."

"Ah Cheng! Look! The candle is out!" Mo Ziqing yelled.

Xiao Cheng looked back, and the weak candle was finally overwhelmed and gradually extinguished.

Now that the candle has been extinguished, it proves that the caster is dead...

Luoxue's seven orifices were bleeding, her eyeballs bulged outwards, her originally delicate and beautiful face became very scary at this moment.

The white-robed man stood beside him, clenched his fists, his face full of anger, "Who the hell... who the hell?!"

After the candle is extinguished, the silk thread connecting the two also disappears automatically.

Song Qiheng on the bed coughed a few times. After hearing the sound, several people hurried to the bedside. They saw that the black and blue color on Song Qiheng's eye circles gradually receded and returned to normal. His eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Song Qiheng's expression began to be confused, and then he screamed loudly, "Wow——"

Seeing this, Song Qiwen hurriedly asked: "Qiheng, what's wrong with you? Pavilion Master Xiao, you see that Qi Heng seems to be frightened by something. Could it be the influence left by the curse seal?"

Xiao Cheng curled his lips, "I guess I was scared by us..."

Song Qiwen: "..."

Song Qiheng huddled in the corner, and asked with lingering fear: "You...why did you appear in my room?! I was careless! I was scared to death!"

Song Qiheng suddenly felt a little cold, grabbed the quilt and covered his body, who knew that he lowered his head and screamed again: "I'm so careless!! Who took off the young master's clothes!?"

Mo Ziqing stared at the sky speechlessly.

Xiao Cheng looked away.

Song Qiwen: "..."

Song Qiheng surrounded himself tightly with a quilt, looking like a spoiled girl with yellow flowers, "Master, I am not married yet, but my body has been seen by a group of men. Do I still want to live?"

Song Qiwen couldn't listen anymore, grabbed his ears, and said angrily: "Don't be so embarrassing! I haven't settled with you for what happened yesterday! You said that you went out, and you can actually make yourself half dead, really. Long face!"

"Brother...you, take it easy!"

Wen Xiuyuan couldn't bear to look directly at him, and said from the side: "Sect Master Song, he is still injured! You... show mercy!"

Song Qiwen let go of his hand when he heard the words, "You'd better explain to me what happened yesterday honestly!"

Song Qiheng touched his sore ears, looked up at his brother, and honestly explained what happened yesterday, but it's a pity that Song Qiheng was born with a weak heart, even if he was killed, he didn't know he was killed Who is your own person.Song Qiwen was furious when he heard that, "After talking for a long time, you don't even know who the person who cursed you is!"

Song Qiheng shrank his neck, lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "There are so many people in the brothel, how do I know who cursed me? Besides, am I okay now?"

Hearing this, Song Qiwen wished he could knock the boy's head open to see what was inside. As the dignified second young master of the Song family, he was sold and counted the money for him!

"Second Young Master, don't be too happy! Even if the curse is lifted, it will leave some disadvantages on your body! Not to mention the curse on the soul!"

Song Qiwen's expression changed, "No way?"

"Do I have to lie to you? The curse imprinted on the soul is a kind of sorcery that is very damaging to the foundation of the person. Removing the spell can at most save your life. As for other aspects... Xiao Mosquito, you can help him take a look now !"

Wen Xiuyuan nodded, and said to Song Qiheng: "Second Young Master, please extend your hand..."

After Song Qiheng heard Xiao Cheng's words, his expression was a little dazed, and he stretched out his hand in a daze. Wen Xiuyuan pressed his finger on his pulse gate, with a serious and serious expression.

"Doctor Wen, I...my brother...what happened to him? Could it be..."

Wen Xiuyuan didn't say anything, let go of his hand silently, turned his head and said to Song Qiwen, "Sovereign Song, you can see for yourself!"

"What... what do you mean?"

"The curse seal has damaged the spirit veins, Second Young Master...he..."

Song Qiwen hastily grabbed many of the singer's wrists and pinched them on his veins. After a while, he showed a somewhat ugly expression on his face.

No matter how stupid Song Qiheng was, he knew that something was wrong with his body, "Big...Big brother, what's wrong...I...I have an incurable disease!"

Song Qiwen said lightly: "It's nothing..."

"Do you think I'm so stupid?" Song Qiheng grabbed his clothes and stared into his brother's eyes, "Brother, what's going on? Did I... become a useless person?"

Song Qiwen opened his lips a few times, unable to bear to tell the truth.

"Second Young Master, you are not disabled, but your spiritual veins are damaged, and your spiritual energy is stagnant. I am afraid that your future cultivation... may not be improved!" Although Wen Xiuyuan's words were very euphemistic, everyone present understood , Song Qiheng's situation is actually similar to that of a disabled person. He can't improve his cultivation and can only stop here in the future. I'm afraid it will undoubtedly be a big blow to Song Qiheng who is still young.

If he is an ordinary person, that's fine, but he happens to be the second young master of the Song family, and his aptitude is not bad, but because of the damage left by the curse seal, he can't continue to practice. I'm afraid it will make people laugh big teeth!

Song Qiheng's face was pale, and his veins were bulging with his hand clutching the quilt.

"Qiheng..." Mo Ziqing patted him on the shoulder, not knowing how to persuade him, he could only say, "It's a great fortune to be able to save one life, other...don't think so much about other things..."

"Why...why...why...it's like this!" Song Qiheng murmured in a low voice, the quilt fell down his body, exposing his naked upper body, Xiao Cheng saw with sharp eyes that on his chest, there was a black The dark light flickered slightly, and the previous curse mark appeared again!

Xiao Cheng was surprised, isn't the caster dead?Why is the seal still there?What kind of curse is this?

Xiao Cheng was extra careful, and kept the pattern of the curse seal firmly in his heart, planning to go back and find out what kind of spell it was.