Chapter 556

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He always felt that there was a better way to vent his anger.

He put a chess piece to his lips, and the cold touch was against his lips. He murmured in a low voice: "You can't stop me, Allen Chu. There will be a day soon, I want you to..."

What do you want?

He hadn't thought about it at that time. He didn't know that a large part of his raging desire at the moment was the desire to conquer and sexual desire for Chu Wanning.

But he already had that terrible male instinct.

I want to bury the first condensed demon seed into Chu Wanning's body.

He wanted to get him dirty.

He stood up, opened the door and walked out——

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Chapter 202 Master meets the devil for the first time

But after patrolling outside the Red Lotus Pavilion for a few times, Mo Ran calmed down and did not do anything crazy like that.

Too dangerous.

This was his first time refining Zhenlong chess, and he had never tried the effectiveness. If he attacks the first grandmaster rashly, he may think that his life is too long.

So after hesitating again and again, Mo Ran still controlled his impulse, and he left the Red Lotus Water Pavilion. After much deliberation, he finally chose to use these two Zhenlong sunspots on the two junior disciples who were at the peak of life and death - he needed many tests, and picking the junior disciples with unstable foundations was the safest choice.

It was a slightly cool night, and the night shrouded the top of the mountain. Mo Ran shot very quickly. Seeing the two young people who were competing against each other by the river just now, he was so nervous that his hands were shaking. , the pupils shrank into small sizes. The moonlight illuminated his pale face. He pursed his lips, moved his fingertips slightly, and walked out.

That was the first time he used this heinous forbidden technique, and he was excited and nervous.

"Huh——"

The two people suddenly knelt down, but the ink burned like a frightened bird, like a murderer who had just killed someone. The slightest movement would kill him. He immediately hid in the bushes next to him, and his heart seemed to jump from his throat. come out.

Bang bang bang.

After waiting for a long time, he saw these two people kneeling on the spot, motionless, and his racing heart finally calmed down.

His underwear was soaked with cold sweat, and his scalp was numb.

He walked out.

Standing under the moonlight again, beside the gravel of the river beach.

This time he was finally calmer than before, although he still didn't dare to breathe, cautiously like a slippery snake hissing out of the night.

Mo Ran lowered his head and looked at the two junior brothers.

The two people who were still laughing and joking just now had no color on their faces. They were as calm as stagnant water. They knelt motionless on the ground. Mo Ran stared at them. They didn't raise their heads, just kneeling like this.

"..."

Mo Ran tried to move his fingertips again to activate the spell.

The two junior brothers knelt down, then stood up and turned their eyes. In those two pairs of dark eyes, Mo Ran saw his own reflection.

The reflection is not too clear, but for some reason, Mo Ran feels that he can see it clearly, and everything he sees will be revealed, and everything he sees will be flawless.

He saw a ghost with a pale face and red eyes, facing the full moon.

When Mo Ran heard his own voice, he trembled and tried hoarsely: "Send your name."

He was answered by the gentle voices of two Gujing Wubo: "The name is not mine."

The ink-burning heart was beating violently, and the blood was flowing freely in the body. His Adam's apple was twitching, and he continued to ask in a low voice: "Where are you?"

"The earth is not mine."

"What night is it tonight?"

"It's not up to me."

There will be three low-level black stones that are successfully controlled by Zhenlong chess game: it is not up to me: the name is not up to me, where they are is not up to me, and what year it is is not up to me.

——All determined by the owner.

This is exactly the same as what is recorded in the fragmented ancient books.

The ink burned and stared, strangely enough, when facing the two chess pieces made by his own hands, what he felt most was not ecstasy, but fear.

What is he afraid of? He didn't know, but he was very confused inside.

He knew that he was already standing on the edge of a cliff - no, he had fallen off the cliff. There was darkness below, an endless abyss. He couldn't see the bottom, where was death, where was the end, where was the fire, where was the end, where was the fire? It's the end.

He felt as if there was a soul inside him roaring and screaming in pain, but it soon shattered into powder and residue.

Trembling, he reached out his hand and touched the cheek of one of the chess pieces.

He swallowed, but there was no saliva in his mouth, and his lips were chapped. His handsome face was distorted. He stared at the little junior brother, and then asked the last question: "What do you want?"

"What I ask for is to be your chess piece, and I won't hesitate to break my body to pieces."

"..."

The ink burns no longer.

Everything around me suddenly became very quiet, cold and quiet

, like ice.

He made two chess pieces, and with two pieces, the two junior brothers, whose names he didn't even know, became his puppets on strings. If he wants them to go east, they won't go west. If he wants them to fight each other, they won't be open-minded.

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