Horror: My Charms Only Work On Big Women

On Jinghui's jade-white palm, there was a long trail of bloodstains scraped by the golden eagle Xiaoling.

Almost bone deep!

Jinghui obviously didn't expect that the golden eagle would have such a skill.

The moment the blood splashed out, his face changed abruptly!

The voice roared sharply.

The cry was completely different from the warm and jade-like feeling when he was talking, but sharp and mournful.

If you really want to describe it, it's like some kind of poultry that was killed during the New Year's festival.

Jing Hui's expression, which was always like a spring breeze, suddenly became distorted!

His originally delicate and handsome facial features suddenly showed some inexplicable strangeness.

The bloodstains on the broken palm unexpectedly began to squirm slowly, approaching the middle as if they were alive.

The blood that flowed out slowly - stopped.

The palms are smooth again.

But at the corner of Jinghui's eyes, there was an invisible wrinkle.

As if he felt something, he stretched out his hand to caress the corner of his eyes, and his eyes became more and more filled with hatred.

"Damn..."

"How dare you hurt me!"

"You bastard is full of spirituality. It's really unexpected that there are monsters of your level in such a place!"

Jinghui glanced at the old man Qin's wife who had already slumped to the ground, twitching in pain, and sneered.

"You want to save her?"

"Okay, then I will fulfill you."

Jing Huiteng stretched out her hand, Li Ji!

The old man Qin's wife curled up in more pain, her whole body seemed to shrink in a circle, and the old and wrinkled skin on her body twitched together.

Exudes a strong rotten smell.

The golden eagle neighed angrily and swooped down again.

There was a gleam in Jinghui's eyes.

"It's you waiting!"

The golden eagle accelerated suddenly, but Jinghui had already seen her speed. He flicked his five fingers in the air, and in the direction of the golden eagle's advance, many bloody silk threads appeared at the same time.

If you look carefully, there seems to be white fascia on the silk thread, which is obviously composed of flesh and blood.

The golden eagle's sharp wings spread out, cutting several silk threads.

But the silk thread seems to be inexhaustible, while it is cut, it is constantly regenerating.

Like a cage, the golden eagle lives in it!

The golden eagle's eyes are full of unwillingness!

She seemed to have made a decision.

The spread wings suddenly became transparent, and the whole body also blurred, rushing out from the encirclement of a ball of silk thread.

Jinghui cried out in surprise.

"Spirit beast, it turned out to be a spirit beast!"

"How could there be spirit beasts here..."

He immediately became ecstatic, completely ignoring the old man Qin's wife who was still twitching on the ground, but frantically waved his arms and ordered backwards.

"Quick formation!"

"If you can win the spirit beast, Master will definitely reward us!

"It's just around the corner to be promoted to a Venerable monk!"

When the few monks behind heard Jinghui's words, they also became enthusiastic.

They come from Wanfa Temple, the sect with the highest status in the Dajing Dynasty. Putting their strength aside for the time being, their vision is indeed very high.

They are still clear about the rarity of spirit beasts.

"Array!"

Several monks quickly stood in the four corners, their hands clasped together, their eyebrows raised.

Youruo substantial ripples spewed out from their mouths, but the solemn sanskrit they sang did not match the bloody ripples very much.

That feeling is like singing praises, but killing people and setting fires.

The ripples spread, covering the entire courtyard.

The golden eagle screamed desperately and rushed up.

But it was blocked by the ripple.

The sky above the entire small courtyard seemed to be covered with a blood-colored egg shell.

Jinghui's face was full of enthusiasm.

There is no longer the calm and breezy cloud of the eminent monk, and his expression and words are full of strange feelings.

"Stop struggling, it's useless."

"You are a spirit beast that has just opened up its mind, why are you breaking free from our four elephants?"

"Surrender honestly, join my Wanfa Temple, be driven by my Buddha, this is your fate!"

The golden eagle was visibly annoyed, and was still hitting the eggshell unyieldingly.

After being hit twice, blood oozed from her forehead.

Jinghui was also afraid of hurting the spirit beast, so she roared loudly.

"receive!"

Just as the monks were about to move, an exclamation suddenly sounded from beside them.

The voice was a little lazy and a little sarcastic.

"So, this is the true face of your Buddhist center?"

"Wanfa Temple...hehe, what a devil's lair that eats people without spitting out their bones!"

Jinghui was even angrier, his monk robe swelled up like it was blown out [the whole person glanced back and forth.

"Who is it, come out!"

"Sneaky, how dare you slander our Wanfa Temple!"

A heroic figure walked to the gate of the small courtyard.

The eyes are calm, but with a kind of awe-inspiring stare.

"It's you!"

Jinghui was even more surprised.

He never expected that the person who came was the last person he wanted to face in this Lin'an Mansion.

...asking for flowers...

Listen to Tiansilong brand worship.

The third place on the newly promoted list.

Rumor has it that Ma Jun is an immortal genius who hopes to be promoted to Grand Master before the age of twenty!

Ma Jun looked at Jinghui indifferently.

He asked Qinghe to watch the station.

When the old man Qin went to get the medicine, Qinghe didn't care, after all, the old man Qin often went there recently.

But when old man Qin didn't come out for a long time, and Jinghui and his group went to old man Qin's house with gold and silver, Qinghe realized something was wrong.

He hurriedly told Ma Jun.

Ma Jun just arrived.

I didn't expect to see such a scene as soon as I came here. The formation formed by the eminent monks of Wanfa Temple was full of blood.

It was full of bloody breath.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a decent technique from a famous family!

The country is about to perish, and evildoers are indeed rampant.

Even such monks can be regarded as national teachers and sought after by people.

It seems that the fortunes of the Dajing Dynasty are indeed coming to an end.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Is this how the eminent monks of Wanfa Temple deal with the common people?"

Jinghui smiled subtly.

"Master Ma, we are killing demons."

"We have confirmed that this woman was transformed by a monster, and she is still raising a monster at home."

"His crime deserves to be punished!"

The golden eagle immediately became excited when he saw Ma Jun.

She threw herself on the edge of the blood eggshell, and called out to Ma Jun anxiously.

"oh?"

Ma Jun played with taste: "You monks, don't you pay attention to compassion?"

Jinghui didn't even think about it: "It is true that monks should be compassionate, but there are also diamond eyes.

"You don't have to keep your hand when dealing with monsters!"

Ma Jun nodded.

"Okay, with your words, I feel relieved."

"Naturally, you don't have to hold back against you monsters!"

Jinghui's face suddenly changed, and she quickly cooled down.

His eyes flickered, threatening.

"Lord Ma, we are from Wanfa Temple, and I am Master's direct disciple!"

"Master is the great mage who protects the country, even though you are talented, you haven't been on the list after all.

"It's not just one or two good seedlings that die halfway!"

"Aren't you afraid!"

Ma Jun snorted and chuckled lightly.

"Afraid?"

"Of course I have things to fear."

"It's a pity that a mere demon monk who harms the people is not qualified to make me afraid of the night!",