Chapter 1782: Selling the soul

However, the tall man didn't even look at her even if he didn't even hear her, just looking at the portrait on the desk.
I couldn't see the portrait from the perspective of Nalan's flying snow, which made her heart as uncomfortable as being scratched by a cat.
Just then, she heard another woman's voice: "You are not saying that there are other hospitals where you have lived for many years? Let us go and see, Miss Tunxi."
Tunxi? Nalan Tunxi? ! !
Nalan Fei Xue slammed his eyes and his body shook slightly. It turned out that Nalan language was posing as a brook, and Nalan Tunxi was not the biological daughter of Nalan Zhengze?
However, I think of the strange changes in Tunxi, and the true feelings revealed when I was married to Nangong. Nalan Feixue had already had a guess.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, Nalan Tunxi’s biological father actually came over. Unfortunately, Nalan Tunxi died long ago ten years ago.
Just like the Nalan language, when Nalan Feixue heard that the people in the Nangong Temple were jealous, he guessed that Tunxi and Yi were one person.
Because he gave some warmth before her mother died, Nalan Feixue no longer hated her, not to mention that even Qilian people are dead.
However, I did not expect that the sultry person of Nalan language Rong actually wanted to pretend to be the identity of Nalan Tunxi and get a chance to fly.
Hey, she thought she would let her do it?
She immediately went to expose the true face of this monk, let her taste the taste from heaven to hell!
Thinking of this, Nalan Fei Xue’s body is moving, and he will jump from the tree.
However, all of a sudden, a cold chill came from her back and neck.
She felt that a cold blade was attached to her neck, and as soon as she moved, she would tear her entire head down.
Later, Nalan Feixue heard a low magnetic and sweet voice, just such a pleasant voice, but with a chill that made people tremble.
"Hey children, don't mess, don't yell, otherwise your head will move with your body."
"You...who are you?" Nalan fluttered.
"Don't care who I am? Do you want Nalan to taste the miserable taste of falling into hell? Want to be strong, want to make people who are not pleasing to the eye, why are you dying?" Come with me."
"Where?"
"Of course, go to the place where your dear sister is going to go... I have been left behind by you. You must be very unhappy? Then let me go, I will make you bigger and stronger, and let you have the ability to kill all enemies. ""
"I... What do I have to pay?" Nalan Feixue does not think that this person will help himself without compensation.
"Of course, you sell your soul to the demon statue." The voice laughed low. "Since then, you are a member of my demon world. When you meet someone to kill someone, you will kill God and counter the world. You will have the most free and free life."
Nalan Feixue listened to this voice, and the soul seemed to be confused.
The scenes of the past kept on the scene. She was abandoned by her father and her sister. She was tortured by Zhu, and was insulted by the animals. Even the only mother who loved her left her.
All this is because she is not strong enough.
Nowadays, the monk of Linanlan Rong has to escape her palm and live a good life. How can she be willing?