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Chapter 312 The Price of Magic The Price of Impulsivity

"Magic has a price. Even if I am willing to return Christine to you, can you afford the price of her return?" Neilong smiled meaningfully.

"What price?" Harry asked.

"If you want a soul to leave hell, you must compensate at least the same quality and amount of souls. This is a rule that no one can change."

Harry knew the rule.

The rules are not impossible to change, as long as Neilong is willing to bear the corresponding price.

"It seems that I can't just choose a soul to give you." She frowned.

"Christine is not an ordinary soul, and the exchanged soul is certainly not ordinary."

Harry asked curiously, "Who do you want?"

Nei Long's finger pointing, in the air between the two of them, a picture like a water curtain emerged, a warm and tidy living room, a young woman with short hair around her ears, was playing with a three or four year old child in her arms.

Harry was still wondering who they were, and Batterman in the shadow behind him exclaimed, "Miss Gaynors!"

"Shit, is there someone hiding here?" Neilong was startled, "Your concealment skills are really strong, are you also the apprentice of Goddess Azar?"

Harry couldn't help but complain.

"Granddaughter of an old gypsy woman?" she asked.

"Well, her granddaughter and great-grandson." Baiteman stared at Neilong sharply, "You want their souls?"

"Interesting, you are just a mere mortal, but you can look me in the eyes." Neilong looked Baiteman up and down, and said with a smile, "Do you know what is so special about Christine?"

"She's just an ordinary person with a bad luck."

Facing the devil king of hell, Baiteman's voice was still deep and hoarse, without losing any momentum and force.

"Before meeting the black witch, she was just an ordinary woman. The curse of the black witch is both danger and opportunity.

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Just like an ordinary and cowardly boy, and a handsome and sunny guy, at the same time pursuing a beautiful and gentle girl.

Under normal circumstances, an ordinary boy has little chance, even if he loves extremely sincerely and deeply, even if he confesses to the girl loudly-I would die for you.

Until one day, the three of them met a robber.

The robber not only robbed the money, but also wanted to hurt the girl.

Although the handsome guy is not lacking in courage, he rationally chooses to save his life in the face of unrivaled armed robbers.

Although ordinary boys are cowardly, they are inspired by love."

Looking at the two mortals in deep thought, Neilong shrugged and said with a smile: "Kristen is just an ordinary boy in the eyes of God.

As you say, she is ordinary.

According to the normal trajectory of her life, she was a good person all her life, and perhaps entered the lower heaven after her death.

But now, the 'robber' appeared.

The robber provided her with an opportunity to show herself and redeem herself.

She has countless opportunities to give that button to anyone.

With a very simple operation, you can get rid of the curse.

Get rid of the supernatural phenomena that scare her.

But she stuck to her heart and didn't hurt anyone.

She showed kindness and sincerity to God.

She came to the cemetery, an ordinary female white-collar worker, defeated the zombie, and cleverly returned the cursed button to the original owner, and stuffed it into the mouth of the corpse.

She showed God wisdom and courage.

More importantly, while showing herself, she also discovered her better qualities.

During this process, she is growing and sublimating.

So, she, who was originally mediocre, managed to impress God and was qualified to enter the City of Silver. "

Speaking of this, Neilong sighed, "Peter became St. Peter (Jesus disciple), a large part of the reason is that he was lucky enough to meet Jesus.

Most of the time, chance really determines destiny.

We have given Christine the perfect opportunity to lift her out of mediocrity and into the Holy Church, shouldn't her soul be mine? "

"She was young and had plenty of time to meet opportunities to show her good character.

Every difficulty in the journey of life is a test given to us by God. " Batman said in a deep voice.

"When she refused to extend the black witch's loan, a large part of the reason was for good performance and salary increase." Neilong smiled strangely, "As long as the same choice is made a few more times, she is qualified to fall into hell .”

Harry said: "You want to take that child away? Only a child's soul can rival Christine in purity."

"Do you agree?" Neilong smiled strangely.

The expression on Harry's face became a little strange, "You don't think this can bother me, do you?"

The smile on Neilong's face disappeared, "Isn't it possible?"

"Hehe, you are so childish and cute." Harry sneered bluntly.

"Miss Quinn, do you know what you're talking about?" Batman suppressed his shock and anger, "That's a child!"

"That's right, that's an innocent child!" Nei Long stared at her, "I thought you should have a kind heart in joining the City of Silver and working hard to exorcise demons."

Harry pointed at Batman and said with a smile, "Your Majesty Neilong, this move can only be used against people like him."

Neilong stared at her for a long time, "Very well, I underestimated you, and even used 'hero' and 'kindness' to humiliate you."

Harry laughed silently.

"Stab!" Neilong swiped his right hand, and a jet-black gap opened in the air around him, and white steam with the smell of steamed meat came out from the gap.

He stretched out his hand, and a circle of two-meter-diameter iron steamer slowly floated into the room.

The aroma of steamed meat is getting stronger.

Harry looked solemn, and already had bad guesses in his heart.

"I buy it!"

The steamer was lifted, white steam was rising, Baiteman let out an exclamation, and backed away again and again.

"Damn it, a part of the hoof is missing." Neilong turned cold, and cursed at the other side of the crack: "Which bastard stole it?"

"My lord, please forgive me. The little one just wanted to test whether the meat was done. It turned out that his mouth was too big, and he swallowed his entire foot." From the other end came the little devil's fearful voice.

"Bring the bones." Neilong said with a sullen expression on his face.

"Report to the king, the steam is overcooked, the bones are soft, it melts in the mouth, and it is gone.

Neilong looked at Harry and said with an awkward smile, "I'm missing a foot, okay?"

Harry was dumbfounded.

Neilong took it as her acquiescence.

With his right hand clawed, he stretched out towards the steamer, grasped it vacantly, and grabbed a transparent ribbon that reflected colorful brilliance.

In an instant, as if the camera was turned upside down, the steam returned to the steamer, and the smell of meat faded.
In the end, Christine, whose chest was heaving slightly, lay in the steamer.

Harry's pupils contracted, and he looked at the transparent band of light that was slowly disappearing in the inner dragon's claws.

That's a time shard!
He took away the time when Christine's meat shell was steamed by the devil.

Afterwards, Neilong grabbed a glass with golden claws as the base from the crack.

There is more than half a glass of red wine in it.

Neilong put his left index finger into the wine glass and dipped a drop of red wine.

The drop of liquid turned into a twisted and struggling little man on the belly of his finger.

With a flick of his finger, the villain fell between Christine's eyebrows, quickly penetrated into the skin, and disappeared.

Then, His arms extended infinitely, protruded into the mirror image, and grabbed the laughing child lying in his mother's arms
"No!" Baiteman yelled angrily, throwing bat marks one after another with both hands.

However, Harry took a step forward, flicking his white right hand repeatedly, seemingly light, but extremely fast, with a few "chop chop chop" sounds, all the darts were bounced into the air.

Baiteman opened his eyes wide, his face full of unbelievable shock.

Neilong shrugged in disappointment, and continued to grab it.
Harry hesitated for a moment, put his palm on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Give me face, take the big one away, and keep the small one."

Neilong said indifferently: "The big one is willing to die, ignores Christine's pleading for help, and inherits her grandmother's black magic book, so he will go to hell sooner or later.

Only a pure and unblemished soul can make up for my loss in Christine.

I thought we had just reached a consensus. "

"Well, I'm fine, but today my friend is here, and he seems to be very persistent.

I don't want to lose face in front of my friends, so I should bear more burdens."

Harry sighed, smiled helplessly, and opened a layer of God's force field with his right hand.

Neilong glanced at Batman with an uncertain expression, smiled lightly and said, "Even if you are a witch, this face-changing speed is too fast.

We just talked about cooperation, and we're about to start fighting again. "

Harry said in amazement: "Why is it about to start a fight, if this clone of yours is smashed, wouldn't it be worth it?

You have always been curious about God descending to earth, so I am going to demonstrate it to you myself.

It proves my strength, and it also proves the value of working with me.

It should be easier to ask for face from partners. "

Neilong carefully perceived the position that made his soul and body unstable, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Listening to others all the time is far better than feeling it yourself.

Scarier than the legend.

It is simply the nemesis of all hell magic.

That old dog of the Lord, why did you give her such great power?

If the fight starts, there is a real possibility that this clone will be wiped out. Farke is more arbitrary and ruthless than a devil. With this kind of character, a witch is qualified to enter hell and become a devil king.

"Okay, I'll give you some face. Remember, you owe me once."

Neilong took a deep look at her, stretched his palm into the air mirror, and changed direction.

Harry also moved his palm away from his shoulder, and at the same time quietly canceled the God Prisoner Formation below the Summoning Formation, which was ready to go.

The figure of Neilong immediately turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Before the mirror portrait shattered, both Harry and Batterman saw a horrible scene. In the warm and comfortable living room, the ground was cracked, and countless skinny ghost hands with hell flames protruded from the crack.

In hysterical terrified screams, the woman fell into hell.

"Mommy." The child dazedly slapped the floor on the side.

After a long time, Harry sighed: "No matter how they hurt, provoke, deceive, or humiliate the demon nobles, they have the right to take revenge on that human being.

This is the law of the devil.

Can you handle the devil's revenge now?

You were too impulsive and stupid just now.

Your darts are as slow as flies in my eyes, and the inner dragon is the devil king, infinitely stronger than me. "

"If I don't stop you, will you really watch innocent children be taken away?" Bruce asked in a complicated tone.

Harry said helplessly: "From the bottom of my heart, I certainly don't want to see such a thing happen.

But intellectually, I am very clear that this is the price of black magic.

Nobody can change it.

Didn't you notice?
Neilong locked the child directly, without using cursed objects such as buttons.

Unless he voluntarily gives up, even if I destroy his clone just now, it will not change the causal connection between him and the child.

The root of the matter lies in the gypsy black witch who used the power of the devil to release the curse.

Even white magic has a price, and the price of black wizards is even more tragic.

Either the innocent Christine pays, or the caster himself.

This is a two-choice question, and I chose the correct answer in my mind. "

(End of this chapter)