"Zi Su, you are such a beast! Without the Ghost Martial Clan, can you have today?" He Qiuchan turned his head suddenly, his eyes full of disappointment.

No matter what, she never expected that the high priest of the Ghost Martial Clan would say such a panic-like dog.

"Xiaochan, if you want to blame, blame yourself! If you are kind to me, how could I become like this? Since I can't get your heart, I want your people too!" Zisu lowered his head and avoided He Qiuchan's gaze.

People who fall into love are the most crazy.

That kind of stubbornness, that kind of attentiveness, and the despair after being rejected, fantasy, self-comfort, and despair again.

Enough to defeat a person!

Zi Su has been defeated.

He was crazy.

"You are such a crazy man! Zi Su, I don't know you, you become disgusting! You are completely crazy!" He Qiuchan shook his head, extremely disappointed.

The high priest of the Guiwu clan is one of the most important members of the clan.

Even Zisu was in control of the secret of finding his ancestor Chiyou.

If he dies, the Guiwu clan will inevitably delay the search for Chiyou.

But if he rebels, the Guiwu clan may never have hope of resurrecting his ancestors.

In the hearts of every Guiwu clan, the resurrection of the ancestors is the first major event!

He Qiuchan loves Li Shier, but she can tell the difference.

She was first the saint of the Guiwu clan, and then the maid of Zuoqiushan.

Faced with the betrayal of the witch god, He Qiuchan was unexpectedly unpredictable.

Disappointment, shock, and finally turned into anger.

Perhaps, is it a fraudulent surrender?

She didn't believe that the high priest who was in the Guiwu clan would really rebel.

"I don't want to care about you two. But, boy." Zhang Wanhong picked up the sword and pointed at the witch god son Su: "Are you willing to serve us? Even, are you willing to confess everything to us?"

The brother died, and they were very angry.

But anger also has a brain.

How was the residual limb on the lamp discovered?

Why can the other party know the secret of the Black Song Alliance?

The inner hall has always been guarded by the royal family, and there should not be any outsiders.

Furthermore, when Hei Songmeng got this thing, he never knew its origin.

If the witch god is willing to surrender, they must consider it.

After all, the one who killed Zhang Wanhei was the man playing with the snake and the woman in front of him.

The Witch God just saves people.

Besides, the two have broken up.

He Qiuchan was their must-kill target. If he could exchange the witch god for revenge before his death, Zhang Wanhong would never have refused.

"Not bad! I'm willing to confess everything! I'm willing to confess the purpose of our coming here, I'm willing to confess the secrets of the Guiwu clan, I'm willing to do anything for you!" Zi Su Hong looked at He Qiuchan: "I just want her!"

"Ha, shit love." Zhang Wanhuang shook his head. "I'll ask the master to ask you whether to leave your life or not, he has the final say!"

Not long.

Zhang Wanhuang left and returned.

"The master's meaning is very clear. As long as you are willing to honestly explain, this woman is yours. But it's only limited tonight."

The two brothers stood at the door and spoke coldly.

"Why? Why is it just tonight?" Zi Su's eyes widened.

"She killed my brother, can I let her live until dawn? Boy, what are you thinking in your head?" Zhang Wanhong patted Zisu's face with a sword blade: "I decide whether to join us or die."

At the end of the day, the tone was full of threat.

"One night..." Zi Su murmured to himself, almost crazy. "Okay! Tomorrow morning, I will tell you all the secrets of the Ghost Martial Clan and the secrets of that arm! But I hope you can keep me alive, I am a strong man, and I can create illusions!"

"The master said that as long as you perform well, you will not treat you badly in the future." Zhang Wanhong swung his sword, cut off the rope on Zisu's body, and said coldly: "Tomorrow morning, I hope you can give me an answer."

After saying that, the two left.

In the room, only He Qiuchan and Zisu were left.

"Xiao Chan." Zi Su was free again and his body couldn't help but tremble.

He squatted down, his hands moved forward little by little, and touched He Qiuchan's face: "Do you know, do you love you so much? I have loved you for so many years and have done so many things for you, but in the end..."

"Take off your dirty hands. If you do this, I will look down on you even more!" He Qiuchan said coldly, with a hint of hatred in his eyes!

"You are the high priest, and the hope of the Guiwu clan's resurrecting ancestors. Why, why do you choose to betray!"

"Haha!" After being asked like this, Zi Su suddenly laughed and said, "Xiao Chan, when is it now? You still tell me these things? If I want to live, you can only die. You are going to die. You are in such a state. Do I still need to please you? You are really spoiled by me!"

After saying that, he gently fiddled with his hands on He Qiuchan's temples, his eyes filled with madness!

Since that's the case, what are the concerns?

It's gone!

Be crazy!

"You betray us, aren't you afraid that the people from the Guiwu clan will take revenge on you! Zisu, you know how powerful our Guiwu clan is." He Qiuchan took a deep breath, still trying to comfort: "Ancestor..."

"Stop!" Zi Su suddenly became furious! "Ancestor, what can the ancestors do? He died because he was incompetent. Why did he waste our youth and sacrifice our freedom and life, but to resurrect that so-called bullshit ancestor! I have enough!"

He grabbed He Qiuchan's hair and kissed him directly!

Bang!

He Qiuchan quickly turned her head and slapped Zisu's chest with a palm!

thump!

Zi Su, whose body was eroded by snake venom, flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"You...you are not sealed, how could you..."

Zi Su widened his eyes.

While in the inner hall, Duan Tongtian had three silver needles sealed He Qiuchan's body.

Why is He Qiuchan like nothing happened at this time?

"Traitor!" He Qiuchan stepped on Zi Su's neck, making the high priest of the Ghost Martial Clan difficult to breathe, and his face turned purple!

"Don't...don't kill me..." Zi Su begged helplessly.

The snake venom caused serious damage to his body and he had no way to exert force.

"You are so kind to do it yourself! If you betray, I will definitely kill you!" He Qiuchan hesitated a little. After all, Zi Su was in control of the secrets of the Ghost Martial Clan. "Follow me, this is your last chance. If I leave by myself, you will have to die."

After all, she couldn't kill.

Working together for nearly a hundred years, and if you want to resurrect your ancestors, the witch god son Su is an indispensable member.

"Okay..." Zisu said vigorously.

"I'll check the situation outside first, don't move." He Qiuchan got up and walked to the door.

"She wants to run!" Zi Su suddenly spoke and roared with the greatest strength.

Bang!

at the same time.

The door was knocked open.

The two brothers of the Zhang family held swords, their faces full of anger!

"If you don't want to eat toast, you will be punished! Little girl, you don't even want to see the sun tomorrow!" Zhang Wanhong held the sword and raised it directly!
Chapter completed!