The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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But she had read information about Western demons, and this cane corresponded to the god of death, which was also equivalent to the Western soul-catcher. She had just relied on what was written in the document, cut her palm with her walking stick, and performed a simple sacrificial ceremony. "Sure enough, whether Gu Weimian can be resurrected or not, he can't be better than a little guard beside you, right?" The lines on Huo Yan's face suddenly tightened, and there was a cold light in his dark p...
It's a little fun for a rebellious little girl.
But she had read information about Western demons, and this cane corresponded to the god of death, which was also equivalent to the Western soul-catcher.
She had just relied on what was written in the document, cut her palm with her walking stick, and performed a simple sacrificial ceremony.
Unexpectedly, it actually had an impact on this strange and mysterious ritual.
She stopped chanting and looked at Huo Yan.
"I need to talk to you."
Two people.
One stands high above on the tower, blessed by the Buddha's light, as if he is in the clouds.
One of them was at the bottom of the tower, with flames behind her that could engulf her at any time, as if she were in hell.
Looking at each other from afar.
Huo Yan suddenly felt dazed for a moment.
That thin but tall figure seemed to resonate with someone in my memory.
It overlapped with the person who was engulfed by flames in my memory.
But in a moment, the man came back to his senses.
His tall figure turned around and walked down the stone steps.
He walked all the way to Gu Weimian.
The supervisor's hand was still on Gu Weiman's shoulder. Seeing this, he glanced at Huo Yan nervously.
The man raised his hand and waved lightly.
The supervisor immediately loosened his grip.
Gu Weimian turned his head and glanced at the supervisor.
"Back off a little further."
The supervisor glared, "You!..."
Huo Yan raised his hand again and waved casually.
The supervisor was stunned for a moment, not daring to disobey Huo Yan, and could only retreat again.
Gu Weimian looked at the tall and thin man who was indifferent before.
"You step back too."
The man's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't take Gu Weiman seriously at all.
She looked at Huo Yan.
There was no expression on Huo Yan's face, but his dark eyes were already tinged with impatience.
"He is my personal bodyguard."
Gu Weimian chuckled.
"Sure enough, whether Gu Weimian can be resurrected or not, he can't be better than a little guard beside you, right?"
The lines on Huo Yan's face suddenly tightened, and there was a cold light in his dark phoenix eyes.
He looked down at Gu Weimian,
"Huo Weizhen."
Gu Weiman looked back at the man without hesitation.
It felt like there was a fire burning in her chest.
It was as if the magma rolling behind her was about to burn her to ashes.
"Did I say something wrong?"
She smiled slightly.
"It's really hard for you to put on such a scene. If you don't want to know what I threw into the lava, you don't have to come down."
Huo Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Weiman.
This girl.
As the unrecognized illegitimate daughter of the Huo family, her relationship with him was so weak that it could be treated as if it did not exist.
Perhaps because of this, the girl came here ignorantly to seduce him, her elder.
Until now, she still looks fearless...
Do you think he won't do it?
The man looked at her with deep eyes, raised his hand and waved again.
When the tall and thin man who was originally standing not far behind Gu Weiman saw this, a look of surprise flashed across his cold face.
Hesitated for a moment.
He stepped back a few steps and glanced at the man.
Finally, he retreated to the stone steps together with the previous supervisor.
The space here was completely given to the two of them.
Gu Weimian withdrew his gaze and looked at Huo Yan.
She pursed her lips.
"Are those girls in the utility room used to possess Gu Weimian?"
Huo Yan raised his eyebrows, and chuckled softly under Gu Weimian's pressing gaze.
"yes."