If you were asked to choose the death penalty and the scorching punishment, which one would you choose?

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When he saw the complex formations drawn by Mr. Yan on the ground, Wenya gradually understood Mr. Yan's idea.

The pattern of the hexagonal ghost light, the sacrifice of the sky fire, ice water, sand soil, mahogany and pure gold, and Mr. Yan, who was standing in the north holding the blood of the five poisons and silently chanting the prayer. If Wen Ya at the center of the formation is not wrong, this is one of the complex mantras that only the Yan family understands:

Forbidden spell.

This is one of the advanced verbal curse used by the verbal curse masters in the verbal curse that only the royal family has the right to use.

As the Yan Mantra Master standing at the top, the most powerful right that the Yan family has is to deprive other Yan Mantra Masters of the ability to use Yan Mantra.

When this complex and complicated spell of the word will be completely completed, the person who is cast will be engraved with the "deprived seal" that the word of the word is most afraid of, and this mark will completely turn the word of the word into a mortal.

In the laws of the verbal curse masters, banning verbal curse is definitely the heaviest punishment. Many verbal curse masters would rather commit suicide than accept punishment that completely deprive themselves of their abilities.

For the Yan Zhu Master, having to endure the days when he is deprived of his ability to become a mortal is like a man being castrated - after all, not everyone has the same mental power as Sima Qian, who can support himself to survive the punishment and spend the rest of his life in the strange eyes of others.

When Wenya figured out Mr. Yan’s plan, her face turned green all of a sudden. But after a while, she smiled again.

Wenya is different from most male verb masters. Although she likes her very much and cherishes her own strength, she has not yet reached the point where she regards her descendants as her descendants and refuses to give it up. Wenya is a person who can see it very well. She doesn't care about her own life. If she needs it, she can also ignore her own strength.

Wenya laughed because she knew very well how expensive this mantra was.

The Yan Mantra Masters rarely use this kind of mantra to punish others, not only because of the seriousness of this punishment, but also because the consumption of this mantra is very huge.

Another more vivid name of the Forbidden Spell is called the "Centenary Slave Mantra" - "Slave" refers to the identity after being engraved with this mark, and "Centenary" is the life span that this mantra needs to consume.

For Mr. Yan, who only goes out but doesn’t enter, a hundred years of life is a multiple number, and elegance is the most clear.

But now, Mr. Yan would rather spend such a large number to perform such a tedious and long ceremony than to kill Wenya. How could Wenya not be moved by such "feelings and righteousness"?

Therefore, even though he knew that he was about to become a mortal who had lost the ability to speak mantras, Wenya not only did not feel pain, but a hint of sweetness appeared in her heart.

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It was still hazy when the ceremony started. When the whole ceremony was completed, the streets outside the hotel window had become bustling again.

When Mr. Yan and ordinary people make a contract, the person who makes a contract will feel an indescribable disgust. Imagine continuing this disgust for four or five hours, which is the elegant feeling now.

When everything was over, Wenya lay on the ground sweating all over, panting and spitting out her tongue, looking at the bright green words that gradually faded on it.

"ban"

"It's so ugly. Fortunately, it's on the tongue and it's not broken." Wenya squirmed her lips silently: "Okay, you have successfully turned me into an ordinary woman. What's next? Are you rushing towards a beast?"

Mr. Yan didn't understand lip words, so he did not answer Wen Ya's words to himself. He just squatted down, cut off the rope on Wen Ya's hands and feet, and then threw a coat to Wen Ya.

"The paralysis of hands and feet should have been much better, right? Then put on the clothes!" Mr. Yan yawned, then pointed to the door and said, "When the medicine is completely over, the door is there. If you want to leave, you can do it at any time. After struggling for a long time, I want to go to bed for a while now."

After Mr. Yan finished speaking, he really walked to the bed and straightened his body and lay down. After a while, he started to snore by himself.

...Ha? Let me go? Wenya was really stunned now. He spent so much effort and life, but now he let me go?

What's going on?

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This day was very tired, and Mr. Yan slept very heavily.

By the time Mr. Yan woke up, it was already the next evening.

As soon as Mr. Yan opened his eyes, he saw a familiar face beside him. Wenya curled up like a kitten, leaning against Mr. Yan and gasping gently.

...In this situation, can you sleep so well? Mr. Yan sighed and then got up by himself.

"Where do you want to go?" As soon as Mr. Yan left the bed, Wenya rubbed her eyes and straightened her body, yawning and said, "You are going to be fresh and lovely, so I'll throw it here, and where are you going?"

Mr. Yan turned his head helplessly and said, "This is my home, where can I go? Then again, why are your beautiful meal still here? I don't remember that I kept you here for the night!"

Wenya sighed charmingly and said sadly: "If you ask me to leave, where can I go? I am not the slaughter-in-chief of a murderer now. I have now become a pitiful weak woman by you. Where are you going to let me run on such a night?"

"It sounds so nice." Mr. Yan sneered: "Actually, are you afraid that you are being chased by the guy from Chi Shield to ask for your money? Or are you afraid that others will take advantage of this time to cause trouble for you?"

"Whatever you say." Wenya said with confidence: "You can't just carve words on my tongue and throw me aside."

"Can't I?" Mr. Yan tilted his head: "In fact, I'm going to do this."

"I don't believe that if you don't kill me, you even use the forbidden spell to deal with me, and then let me go?" Wenya smiled and said, "Who are you lying to?"

"I don't lie to anyone, it's just you who lie to yourself." Mr. Yan walked back to the bed and pressed his face to Wenya and said, "Do you know what your shortcomings are? You always think that the world is revolving around you. Why can't I let you go like this? Do you think I forbidden your words for you? How important do you think you are really?"

"I don't care about you, even if you have such a face." Mr. Yan reached out and held his elegant face and said, "What I care about is that you killed, those who may become my potential customers. Now you no longer have the ability to hurt others, why can't I let you go?"

"You and I know that even the truth is not the whole truth." Wenya said without hesitation: "If that is the case, why didn't you kill me directly?"

"I naturally have my reasons." Mr. Yan's smile always looks so mysterious: "You are of course useful to you."

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I try my best to end this end tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Meow is too long...

If I had known it would have been one more chapter...
Chapter completed!