Gold Medal Doctor 3 MTL (301-540)

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393. Chapter 393

      Seeing the man inside, Xue Luan Ge immediately converged the spiritual power of his body and cut off the breath with a dust mirror.

     The strong and dark breath of this person reminded her of the Voodoo of the Burning Shadow Palace that she had seen before at the auction.

     The powerful and brutal Shadow Phantom Killer, like a messenger, harvests people's lives.

     "What is he doing?"

     She was careful not to let anyone in her discover her presence, while also observing his actions.

     The sacrificial knife in his hand was full of magical powers and seemed to be able to control some powers that she could not see.

     She had planned to observe the changes and make plans but found that her body suddenly could not move. The whole figure was imprisoned by invisible forces, but she saw nothing.

     At this time, the man who had turned her back turned her head, and walked towards where she was.

     His figure was like a ghost, and he came to her in an instant.

     He found her!

     His face was wearing a purple snake feather mask, and his green eyes, like the eyes of a cat in the dark night, were glowing with a faint green light.

     He approached Xue Luan Ge, and as he approached, she felt that she had difficulty breathing.

     His body exudes terrible poison gas, if she wears Yun Zhongxia anti-virus with her, she may fall into a coma directly.

     "A person who just missed a blood sacrifice, you come to the door yourself."

     The hoarse broken voice makes people listen to an unusually harsh sound, as if listening to him, they can feel the breeze blowing from hell.

     Xue Luange wanted to retreat, but her body couldn't move at all. It was like an invisible silk thread that entangled her body.

     "Don't be afraid, everyone here will accompany you on the road, you won't be alone."

     "That being said, I would also like to thank you for choosing my blood sacrifice! I truly thank you, uncle, and thank you for the whole family!"

     When Xue Luan Ge heard his words, he wished to kick a foot on his mask and kick his despicable and vicious face.

     "Now you can scold as soon as you can! There will be no chance to scold others in the future."

     Voodoo holds a soul-dancing sacrificial knife. Other people's weapons may only hurt the human body.

     If a person's soul is annihilated, leaving a body is also in vain.

     Xue Luange felt the horror of the sacrificial knife in his hand, but her body was still immobile.  A burst of chills surrounded her all around.  For the first time, she encountered such a situation and couldn't figure out how to deal with it for a while.

     Just as Voodoo stabs at Xue Luange's heart while holding the sacrificial knife, his sacrificial knife suddenly cannot advance.

     A handheld his sacrificial knife, preventing his movement.

     "My woman, it's not your turn to bully."

     With the indifferent and cold voice falling, Xue Luan Ge smelled the fresh and elegant lotus fragrance.