a single-handed husband

But why?Why let him see Lisheng?Be it Xiao Qi or sister, even if you add Mihua, he is also the one who has the least relationship with Lisheng.Xiao Qi doesn't care, my sister doesn't know where to go, why did I get him here?

Looking at the phantom in front of him, Han Ling couldn't help frowning.

Origin... Speaking of which, did my sister take the initiative to show me that memory?No, it shouldn't be, that feeling is not a blood curse.Then... Han Ling silently lowered her head and looked at her hand, is it me?If it's Chang Ming's spiritual power... peeping?

In doubt, Phantom stopped.After a short silence, a lone hand clapped, and then applause broke out.It's not that Han Ling is very curious, it's just that the applause was too prominent, and he was attracted to Li Sheng together.

The figure suddenly became clear.

The ink shirt is beautiful, and the gentleman is elegant.

If Han Ling didn't know, no one would think that Xiao Qi should come to this place.With his own air conditioner and that face, one could see that he was someone other than fireworks, and the feasting and feasting were a thousand miles away from him.It's just that with just such a glance, the coldness will be melted by the tenderness in his eyes.

Han Ling quickly moved his eyes away, shaking the goosebumps on his body.With this look, he has never seen Mihua so gentle before!It turned out that he had long been tempted by Miss Li!No, why is it such an illusion?Could it be that Xiao Qi's memory was mixed up?

Thinking of this, the pattern under his feet suddenly changed.The fireworks fade away, and the phantom night descends.

Han Ling froze for a moment, raised her head, and the sky was filled with pink powder.

Magic Night Palace?How did you get here?

"Flowers."

The charming and chilling female voice made Han Ling turn his head away.The face of a young girl in brocade clothes and flowers, but for some reason there is a chill between her brows.Caressing a ignorant little face with plain hands, he squatted halfway and looked at the child at the same level.

Jiang Jin smiled and picked up a few petals from the air and held them in front of Mihua. "Mihua, do you think the flowers here are pretty?"

"nice."

"What about the flowers outside?"

Mihua paused, but still said in a childish voice: "It looks good."

"Then which flower do you prefer?"

"Well……"

"Can't you tell?" Jiang Jin smiled softly, "Mother, I still like the flowers outside. Although the flowers here are beautiful, but what?" The hand stroking his face suddenly let go.Jiang Jin stood up and stared at the petals in the sky bewilderedly.

"No matter how beautiful it is, you will never see the sun."

Empty and ethereal, like an auditory hallucination.

Blood splashed, and the beautiful figure slowly fell to the ground in front of his eyes.At the corner of her mouth was a gentle yet slightly terrifying smile.

Mi Hua stared blankly at Jiang Jin falling to the ground like a falling flower, and just poured into a pool of blood in front of her.The subconsciously stretched out hand caught a body of blood, as well as the short knife she stuffed into his hand at the last moment.

Han Ling watched a group of black shadows approaching from the dark, and then, in the hazy night, only Lu Yanming's eyes looking at Mihua and the crisp sound of the dagger falling to the ground remained.

Xu Shi poked somewhere in his heart for a moment, and Han Ling suddenly didn't want to watch it anymore.Turning around irritably, the ground under his feet changed again.

This time the scene was familiar.But still, shockingly familiar.

It is the memory of Li Sheng being stripped of his hands and feet in front of everyone.

Blood flew everywhere, Han Ling frowned and waved his hand, the scene suddenly changed again.

what happened?Han Ling stared blankly at his hand, it would be too coincidental to say that he changed the scene every time he wanted.I don't know who is controlling this illusion, but Han Ling feels vaguely that he can control the switching of scenes.

What if I want Xiao Qi?

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly went dark.It's not that I'm dizzy, it's that the scene has changed again.A ray of white light suddenly appeared in the distance, illuminating a place in the darkness.In the light, there was a bloody patch, like a corpse lying there, motionless.

"Xiao Qi!" Han Ling called and ran over

It doesn't matter whether he controls it or not, it's important to save people!However, after only running a few steps, Han Ling gasped.

Lying there was obviously Xiao Qi who had broken his arms and legs and was exactly the same as Li Sheng back then!

what happened?Is this what you mean by reverting everything?Wait, why am I thinking that?

Suppressing the discomfort and running to Xiao Qi's side, Han Ling breathed out directly without thinking.

It seems... still so angry?No matter what, if the bleeding continues like this, everyone will die, and the bleeding must be stopped quickly.But... can I do it?

There is nothing, Yan Yao is not there, and the only thing Han Yao can use is his own blood curse.The blood curse can save people, that's for sure, but the caster is a little bit worse.Han Ling sighed, frowned and looked at Xiao Qi again, and turned sideways in extreme discomfort.

Lift the finger, and the blood curse is released instantly.

"Bafang—"

Wait, sister didn't seem to shout spells before, did she?

Han Ling looked at the blood mist that quickly enveloped Xiao Qi, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.Don't say it, it should know what I'm thinking, right?

Then, the blood mist in his hand suddenly trembled.

Han Ling blinked.

Then, the black gradually covered the blood color, and the surrounding area became overcast by a few degrees.

If the main theme of Yan Yao's blood curse is blood color, which is red with a little black, then this one is black with a little red.Although it is only a little bit worse, it feels completely different.

The blood curse is resentment, this is evil thought.