The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

  Chapter 612

   It's not that Rong Qing has any prejudice against this place.

  The main thing is that this thing is not serious at first glance.

  The red-eyed black-skinned Vajras enshrined in those temples are all upright, and their eyebrows and eyes can reveal awe-inspiring meaning.

  But the corners of this thing's lips are raised strangely, its eyes are hollow, and it doesn't have any aura of gods and Buddhas.

   On the contrary, the evil intention is more powerful.

  The offerings placed in front are not serious.

   Several bowls of indistinct **** objects.

  Rong Qing was lying on the ground, and could vaguely smell a foul stench.

"Mother."

  The little girl beside Chi Nuan carefully grabbed her mother's arm.

  After Gong Zeyu left, there were still two paper figurines driven by resentment beside them, silently beside them. After stepping into the dark place, the aura of these paper figurines became even colder.

  It was so cold that Su Xi felt a little uncomfortable.

   Chi Nuan stared at Rong Qing, his eyes wide open, and he didn't pay much attention to Su Xi beside him at the moment.

   "Someone spoiled my good deed last time—this time, it probably won't happen."

  She spoke slowly, with a wild and twisted smile on her lips.

   "What the **** are you trying to do?"

  Rong Qing asked calmly.

   "Of course I want to offer sacrifices to the gods to fulfill my wish—"

   Chi Nuan had already brushed Su Xi away, took incense from the side, and lit it on the candle.

  She has already started to take a detour here, apparently doing some ritual.

   He didn't forget to take a look at the calm Rong Qing.

   "You're a little calmer than I imagined—"

  She spoke slowly.

   "That little girl has already come here. To be honest, she is much more powerful than I imagined, and her appearance is also in line with my previous preferences."

   Seeing Rong Qing frowning, Chi Nuan smiled instead.

   "If she hadn't discovered it at the beginning, the epidemic would probably be enough for me. In that case, I might still be able to be friends with that pretty kid, and my daughter could also be good friends with her."

daughter?

  Rong Qing knew that the other party was talking about Tang Jin, so he quickly glanced at Su Xi over there, with his hands behind his back, moving slightly, his face still calm.

  Seeing him looking at Su Xi, Chi Nuan smiled sarcastically, as if to say—it wasn't her.

   "Now, she can't save you. As long as the miasma is alive, no one can save you. The disaster is imminent. It's rare for you to say a few more words, and it's fine if you don't say it."

   Chi Nuan has already walked back to the statue according to her pace. She is wearing a fire-colored cheongsam, which almost flickers with the candlelight in the smoke.

"Mother."

  Su Xi sensed the uneasiness, and walked over quickly, with dependence and prayer in his eyes.

   Chi Nuan's voice was cold.

   "It seems that I don't like your personality very much, or is that kid more in line with my aesthetics—Xixi, you also want to get your mother's approval? Stop everyone who approaches here."

  Su Xi didn't hesitate.

  Rong Qing could already hear the sound of insects and ants running in the corner.

  The half-lit incense in Chi Nuan's hand suddenly turned upside down and inserted straight into the incense burner.

  A weird upside-down incense stick!

  The expression of the weird statue that seemed to be peaceful became distorted.

  Rong Qing could clearly see countless black air spreading out from around the statue, faintly surrounding it.

   "Believers offer sacrifices."

   Chi Nuan's voice fell, and the black air condensed on the statue rushed directly to Rong Qing.

  The rope behind Rong Qing was also worn off by the knife hidden in his sleeve at this time.

  (end of this chapter)