Chapter 1357

Nanmu owl picked up the princess and went out step by step.

The two disappeared, and the door of the hall was closed again, leaving minzhuang'er a desperate figure.

Nanmu owl takes nanmufei away and leaves min Zhuang'er in the hall for Lama to continue practicing Tantra.

South evening Owl

Min Zhuang'er called weakly, and tears ran out.

Min Zhuang'er admits defeat. She is not a strong woman. If she does not admit defeat, she is exhausted, but her heart is also tired.

What is the most tragic way to die in the world? It's not to be killed, not to be dismembered alive, but like this, to be consumed by a heavy blow, to be exhausted day after day, to gradually consume themselves and empty themselves.

She is also facing the practice and sacrifice that life is not like death.

At this moment, her heart was finally consumed by the southern evening owl, and her heart died.

At this moment, min Zhuang'er felt relaxed and wiped her tears with a smile.

Life and death are impermanent. Each one has his own destiny when his two brothers are dead, don't they?

Maybe after tonight, if she didn't die on the altar, she would choose to commit suicide. Although suicide is a sign of cowardice, it is better than living in the world after being insulted.

She doesn't want to be broken in the face of Min Huixian and Jun Xiaoyan.

Jun Xiaoyan seems to have not come to save her, she was abandoned by these two men.

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all around, the bugle sounded again, and then the more than 400 gangsters took back their pistols and continued to sit cross legged, chanting, waiting for the dirty, abnormal Vajra pestle topping ceremony to continue.

After several hours of fighting, they all need to relax and continue to watch the live broadcast.

Without nanmufei, the high priest continued to stare at the gorgeous minzhuang'er with a pair of black bean thieves' eyes. Although she was a bit worse than the gorgeous beauty just now, she was still a beautiful woman in a thousand.

"Bring it up!" At the command of the high priest, three nuns escorted minzhuang'er to the altar.

Sandalwood continues to smoke, minzhuang'er is still weak and weak.

Min chuang'er lies on the giant cudgel, and under her is a hand-painted Mandala.

she is the sacrificial godmother who is responsible for practicing Tantra with the high priest who confers the Dharma seal with the gods. The disciples below are responsible for meditating, meditating on the wisdom and sorrow of Vajra, finding the Qi pulse, clarifying the points and getting the enlightenment.

The three bhiksuni also lit that kind of hasty sandalwood all around her. All of a sudden, the smoke diffused around minzhuang'er. She closed her eyes as if she were dying. In the same mood of ashes, she was still in her mind and drowsy.

In the enchanted sandalwood, the back of the South evening owl is more and more blurred

Her world must be reorganized.

Reconstitute a world without moonowls.

The high priest was smiling, his body was full of fat and his flesh was shaking. He wanted to untie the colorful xiangruihua clothes on minzhuang'er.

Today, seven maidens have been crowned on the altar. Min Zhuang'er will be the eighth and the longest practicing one.

The high priest rushed to min Zhuang'er .

"touch! ——”

"poof! ——”The sound of skull shattering.

…… .

a bullet pierced the temple of the high priest, from right to left, through the cheeky lecher, plasma shot, caught off guard.

The high priest fell down like a beast and died suddenly.

A layer of blood spilled on min Zhuang'er's body, and her white skirt was covered with scarlet.

Is nanmu owl back? He can't let go of himself? Back again?

Confused, min Zhuang'er is thinking.

There are people coming.

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