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Chapter 1031 Well, I asked

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    At this moment, Xing Zhimo stretched out his hand and pulled him out.

    Mo Yiran's face suddenly turned pale.

    Xing Zhimo also noticed something was wrong, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

    Mo Yiran opened his mouth, but his whole body fell face down to the ground.

    Fortunately, Xing Zhimo quickly caught him and saw the wound on his back.

    Those are five deep finger prints, which look very shocking.

    Xing Zhimo's face darkened a bit, and he quickly helped him to the ground.

    However, Mo Yiran's back was still covered in black mist, and his face became increasingly ugly.

    Xing Zhimo raised his eyes and saw a fierce ghost in the formation staring at them with a ferocious smile.

    And her hands were still stained with bright red blood.

    When the fierce ghost saw Xing Zhimo looking at her, she looked at him provocatively and licked her sharp nails.

    Xing Zhimo looked at it like this and knew where Mo Yiran's injuries came from. He immediately frowned, stretched out his hand and threw an exorcism talisman towards the evil ghost.

    "I don't know if the evil ghost is standing too close to the edge of the formation, or if the talisman paper can penetrate the formation.

    The talisman he threw was directly attached to the fierce ghost.

    I only heard the fierce ghost scream, and it turned into ashes.

    Yan Wanxi also heard the screams here and directly picked up the female ghost at her feet.

    She also saw Mo Yiran's miserable state, and immediately frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

    Xing Zhimo: "He was caught by a ghost just now in the formation."

    Yan Wanxi hurriedly tied the female ghost in her hand and threw it aside.

    She glanced at Mo Yiran's back. This glance made Yan Wanxi take a breath and said, "He has such a sinister aura!"

    "But he just used the talisman you gave him, how could he be hurt by that evil ghost?" This is what Xing Zhimo is most puzzled about.

    Yan Wanxi said with a stern face, "It should be that he thinks too much, that's why he is like this."

    Xing Zhimo thought of the 'Aunt Mo' whom Mo Yiran had just met, and understood why this happened.

    He asked: "How should this be handled?"

    Yan Wanxi said, "I'll lend you your Buddhist beads."

    Xing Zhimo took off the beads from his hand and handed them to her, "Do you need me to do anything else?"

    Yan Wanxi glanced at the struggling female ghost and said, "Go and help me ask what is going on with this formation."

    Xing Zhimo also looked at the female ghost on the ground and was speechless when he saw that she was twisted into a ball by Yan Wanxi.

    However, I still walked over.

    Yan Wanxi took Xing Zhimo's Buddhist beads and covered Mo Yiran's wound.

    After a while, all the black energy just now dissipated.

    Yan Wanxi clicked on his body a few times, giving him a trace of spiritual power.

    Mo Yiran was attacked by the evil spirit, so when all the evil energy dissipated, his wounds slowly recovered.

    Yan Wanxi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the wound was gradually healing and his face was no longer pale.

    ??Looked towards Xing Zhimo.

    Seeing that he also stood up, she asked: "How is it? I asked her just now, but she never said anything!"

    Xing Zhimo first glanced at Mo Yiran next to Yan Wanxi, then moved his gaze to Yan Wanxi and said, "Well, I asked." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.  com
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