You Are My Gravity

Zhou Ping poured the blood into the bowl, slapped the table, and the standing rice entered the bowl and instantly merged with the blood.

I grabbed a handful of incense ashes and threw it in, and the blood began to smoke...

Zhou Ping picked up the bowl, shaking her wrist, and spilled all the blood in the bowl.

The blood did not fall on the ground, and then rose, like dewdrops, hanging drop by drop on the contract line...

The female forensic doctor couldn't talk anymore.

She grabbed the captain and squeezed his arm tightly: "Help... steady me..."

She felt shocked and passed out.

The captain's arm hurts, but he dared not speak, and was reluctant to be dazzling, for fear that he might miss some wonderful pictures.

In the next second, Zhou Ping picked up the peach wood sword, chanted a series of spells that no one could understand, and slashed it in the air with a gust of sword wind...

Everyone present felt that the sword wind blew their bangs, and after the sword wind passed, the three contract lines were instantly cut off.

At the moment of disconnection, Zhong Wenqing's body convulsed violently, opened her mouth, and spit out a mouthful of blood...

Zhong Wenqing seemed to have lost her support suddenly, lying on the table, with red eyes like wild beasts, waiting for Zhou Ping bitterly: "Bin... bitch... you... you wait... the master... will find You settled..."

At the same time, Zhong Wenqing's guru who was meditating suddenly had a sharp pain in his chest, and he spouted a mouthful of blood.

The three contracts were established by him. Now that they are broken, he has also suffered backlash...

The disciple of the master was shocked, and hurried forward: "Master, how are you?"

The master was holding his chest, his face was pale, and his eyes were dark with a deep chill.

The corners of his lips were stained with red blood, his complexion was pale, and he looked extremely weak.

After a long time, he said: "I can actually break my contract..."

"Master, what are you talking about?"

"I didn't want to be an enemy of her, but since she is against me everywhere, don't blame me for fighting back."

"Master..."

...

Zhou Ping received the sword and exhaled a suffocating breath in her chest. She handed the sword to Qin Zheng.

Xu Mu silently stepped forward and held Zhou Ping's arm: "How is it?"

Zhou Ping nodded: "It's okay."

Although she said it was okay, it was actually quite tiring.

Her body was a bit depleted last time. Although she has been recuperating these days, it is not so easy to make up for it.

It's about age, and sometimes the body is unavoidable.

Although Zhou Ping's ritual did not consume too much energy, it would still be depleted in the end.

Zhou Ping originally thought that she could hold it, but after cutting off the three contract lines, Zhou Ping's hand still trembled.

It's just that she lives in a strong city...

Zhou Ping sighed in her heart. It seems that for a long time in the future, she really can't do things anymore and can't do things anymore.

Xu Mu shook Zhou Ping's hand and felt a tremor. He frowned and said very unhappy: "Tell you, don't be aggressive, you have to..."

Zhou Ping smiled and said, "Isn't this all solved? It's okay... Don't make a fuss, but just hacked, the arm stretched a bit...

Xu Mu glared at him, he would not believe it.

Zhou Ping said to the three happily spinning little ghosts: "Okay, your contract with her is broken. From now on, you don't have to follow her..."

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