Chapter 142 Do you doubt me?
Life! !
Cui Jue's pupil shrank, looking at the green mist that was floating in from outside in surprise.
That is the life of a living person!
Song Lan and Song Lan actually used the power of merit to devour other people's life and prolong the life of the woman in the bed?
No, not right!
This is impossible, this is impossible... How could the Heavenly Dao allow such a ridiculous thing to happen?
But at this time, the longevity that was still floating towards this world also showed that Song Lan was indeed extending his life for this woman.
And Yangsheng was drawn from different places in the capital and from different families!
But--
Why hasn’t the thunder disaster been brought down in the sky?
Is it possible that in order to make Song Lan happy, the way of heaven is stupid, can even be tolerated such a defiant act of rebellion against the order of the rules?
Cui Jue suddenly became very angry. "Sir!"
He glared at Song Lan, wanting to condemn her with all his might.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Song Lan sneering disdainfully.
Song Lan's eyes were contemptuous and full of sarcasm, passing by him, just like back then...
Cui Jue suddenly became discouraged.
Song Lan walked towards him.
Cui Jue swallowed his saliva nervously, and his steps moved back unconsciously.
Soon, he felt a resentment entanglement around him, making him unable to move at all. "Old Cui!" Bai Wuchang stepped forward with worries and wanted to rescue him.
As soon as he moved, a vine formed by resentment emerged from the soles of his feet, entangling him tightly.
Song Lan's nails dyed with impotence, pressed them slightly, and slashed gently: "Mr. Cui feels that I am plundering the life of innocent mortals like those evil spirits, Extend life for those in bed? ”
Isn't it?
Cui Jue almost blurted out, thinking about the past, and feeling that it was a risky idea to say this. He stared at Song Lan's face and struggled repeatedly inside. "Sir, sir, how could I have such a villainous heart to maliciously guess the adults." Cui Jue changed his pleasing remark: "It's just It is indeed strange that all the longevity that flew from all directions fell into this girl's spiritual platform."
He swallowed a few saliva, his voice slow: "I wonder if - can you - please help me solve my doubts? Uh..."
After finishing his words, the resentment wrapped around him suddenly stopped. It was so tight that he couldn't help but scream.
Song Lan has always been very resentful.
Only with her one thought, even a high-level ghost trooper like him will be refined for thousands of years of cultivation in just a moment, and then it will be turned into ashes.
"Sir, please spare your life!"
Bai Wuchang was begging anxiously: "Old Cui has absolutely no intention to offend sir!" Song Lan sneered, and felt that a young man was about to break in outside the door, and suddenly felt Boring.
She had a calm face and swept her sleeves. Cui Jue and Bai Wuchang, as well as the life book she had just repaired, were thrown back to the underworld.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
"Oh~"
Cui Jue's unprepared butt hit the ground, and it was hurting when Bai Wuchang suddenly fell from it.
According to coincidence, he was hit on the ground, and suffered a second injury.
Lu Zhidao happened to have something to find Cui Jue, but suddenly he was shocked when he saw the two of them falling from the sky. "What happened to you two?" He walked over and reached out to help them up, but as soon as he got closer, his hands were scalded back.
Looking down at the traces of burning karma fire on his hand, Lu Zhidao was shocked.
"Is this Lord Song Lan's resentment?"
"Who made her angry again?!"
"You two?"
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