The curse seal on her body always occurs every few days. Xuanniao had never seen such a curse, and it looked comparable to the sealed curse on Xie Wuyan.

Then one day, the curse sewing broke out again.

At that time, Chen Wanqing was looking for traces of the Demon-Closed Cave through the broken souls left by Xie Wuyan on the sword, but he was always unable to accurately lock the direction.

Finally, at a certain moment, a purple light surged in a certain direction, but the movement was very fast and fleeting.

It's an opportunity.

But at this moment, the curse seal lit up.

The Xuanniao had seen this black lotus-shaped curse countless times when it was launched like a tattoo. It seemed to be resisting and controlling her behavior with all its might, until she stopped her movements with complacency.

However, this time the love of the gods did not stop.

Without blinking, she held a knife, burned it with fire, and then cut it into the place where the curse was sealed on her shoulder.

He started very hard, and blood came out in an instant, flowing down her shoulders.

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Chen Wanqing's lips turned pale, and there was a big drop of cold sweat on his forehead. His eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't hum until he cut the curse mark on his shoulders and made his flesh blurred, and he did not stop pushing his soul to induce it.

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"The resistance of no one is futile."

But it failed in the end.

There are too few remaining souls, and there is no way to accurately guide them.

She coughed out a mouthful of blood and put the knife down.

The talisman that had been cut off appeared again, and it seemed to be engraved into the bones on its bloody left shoulder.

Chen Wanqing closed his eyes, put his head on the back of the chair, threw the knife in his hand on the table, and raised an arm to press it against his forehead.

Xuanniao spoke carefully: "Miss Chen, we..."

"Play flying chess with me." Chen Wanqing put down his arms, supported himself, and opened his eyes, "I can't sleep at night."

Xuanniao has seen his highness play this very boring game with her countless times.

Chen Wanqing was lucky today. The number thrown from beginning to end was always six. As soon as Xuanniao left the house, she had already reached the end of four.

Xuanniao can't afford to play: "You cheat!"

"It's your food!"

"I don't believe it! You throw it again!"

Chen Wanqing threw it away again.

No surprise six.

But this time, she noticed something strange.

The dice was surrounded by a layer of purple light, which was very faint, but it always existed.

She is very familiar with the source of this power.

It is Xie Wuyan's spiritual power.

When Shen Wanqing played chess with Xie Wuyan for the first time and was sulking because of his bad luck, he cast this little spell.

As long as she is using it, the dice thrown out will always be the number she wants.

A small spell that has no other use except to make the little girl happy.

Chen Wanqing clenched the dice tightly, then raised his arm and hugged his head, pressed his other hand against his lips, but he couldn't help crying again.

After so long, Xuanniao finally saw her tears.

She didn't cry when she dealt with the monsters and monsters.

She did not shed tears when she shredded her flesh to resist the curse seal.

But because of such a small piece, he cried like this.

She said: "I want to save Xie Wuyan."

"I want to see him."

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