The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Yang Qirui watched this cool-looking little girl casually take out the so-called mahogany sword, and fell silent.

This expression is already very face-saving, who in the modern world still believes in this?

What kind of monsters and ghosts can a peach wood sword cut?

Oh, little girl, I already told you that I don't need you, Yang Qirui said with a headache, Well, I don't need you to refund the deposit, you can go.

I don't know who has no conscience, bluffing and tricking such a little girl. His problem here can at best be said to be plotted against by a villain and his own bad luck.

Su Nanzhi's skin was very fair, and her face was even a little pale, but her eyes became sharp in an instant.

Because it was getting dark.

In ancient times, it was called Xushi when dusk entered, the sky and earth were dim, and everything was hazy, so it was called dusk.

The sounds of the wild cats around suddenly became dense, as if they were stimulated by something.

Yang Qirui also noticed it, but what he was subconsciously thinking about was whether something happened outside that offended the group of wild cats.

Su Nanzhi's expression remained unchanged, and she did not answer Yang Qirui's words. She looked towards the dance floor in the middle of the bar.

Has anyone died on the dance floor? Su Nanzhi asked.

Yang Qirui was taken aback, and blurted out, How do you know?

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he thought of it, and that matter was actually quite a big deal.

A little girl knows what's so amazing.

It's just that he was bluffing and tricking himself, so he got a little complicated.

Su Nanzhi didn't bother to explain to him, and walked straight to the middle of the dance floor. That position, with obvious blood, was the power of a curse.

Who would be so bored to curse a nondescript bar.

The mahogany sword in Su Nanzhi's hand chucked into the most central position, and in an instant, there was a creepy scream from the position where she entered the sword.

The sky, which was still faintly bright, was completely dark in an instant.

Yang Qirui, who was standing closest, had the strongest sense, he couldn't even hold back, and let out a shit.

Damn it, the movie effects don't dare to be so realistic!

He suddenly felt a chill around him.

Squat down. In the darkness, he suddenly heard this sentence, and subconsciously followed suit.

In the next second, a flaming mahogany sword came out of Su Nanzhi's hand, flew over Yang Qirui's head, and stabbed something accurately.

stuck on the wall.

Yang Qirui seemed to hear a scream.

...

What he saw and heard in just one minute overturned Yang Qirui's outlook on life for nearly forty years.

Wait for a click, and the light turns on.

Yang Qirui saw clearly what was nailed to the wall by a mahogany sword, a puppet doll.

On the other end, a handsome little girl with short hair walked over slowly, went to the wall and pulled out the sword, and reached out to grab the puppet.

Then he threw it to Yang Qirui.

Look, is the birthday horoscope on the back yours?

Yang Qirui: !

Anyone who is suddenly thrown such a weird thing out of their hands will go crazy.

Puppet dolls have noses, eyes and mouths on their faces, and it is precisely because of this that they look even more weird.

Little girl... oh no, Master, what is this, what is this?

His voice was a little trembling, who the hell would believe that scene just now?

The date of birth on the back of this puppet really belongs to him.

He didn't pay attention to his birthday horoscope at first, but who made him memorize it too much recently, so he went to count his life twice.