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Chapter 38 Incredibly awesome
Feng Shuying nodded: "My method is to completely release the evil spirit from the prince's body."

"Anyway, except for the Queen Mother, who is really kind to the prince, all of the prince's relatives want to harm the prince."

"When the prince meets the queen mother, he brings the magic weapon to suppress evil spirits. If he doesn't like anyone, he goes to his house every day."

"Didn't he say that the prince is a lone star of evil? Then let's kill those people whom the prince dislikes first."

Abbot: "!!!!!"

Jing Moye: "..."

They felt from the bottom of their hearts that Feng Shuying's thinking was strange, and it was an angle they had never thought of.

But when I think about it carefully, I think it makes sense.

The abbot turned to look at Jing Moye. He didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to take off the Bodhi bracelet.

The moment he took it off, both the abbot and Feng Shuying had their spiritual eyes opened, and they directly saw the evil spirit that was almost sticky coming out of his body.

The abbot cursed and took a big step back: "I'll go, why did you take off the string of bracelets without saying a word!"

"The person you want to conquer is the person who harmed you, not me!"

Although Feng Shuying heard from the abbot that Jing Moye's evil spirit was heavy, she didn't expect it to be so heavy!
The evil aura in him was about to turn into reality at this moment!

It’s a miracle that he’s still alive despite such a heavy evil spirit. He’s truly worthy of being a super villain and has such a long life!

And as soon as the evil spirit came out, Jing Moye's temperament also changed. Although he was usually cold and cold-hearted, he still seemed to be a very gentle person.

At this time, the evil aura was rolling around his body, and the black aura lingering between his eyebrows added a bit of evil charm to him.

He was already very good-looking, but now there was an evil smell in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and his whole person looked evil and wild, which was Feng Shuying's favorite.

She covered her heart and said, "I'm going! This is going to kill me."

Jing Moye looked at her: "What kind of life do you want?"

Of course Feng Shuying would not tell the truth in front of him. No matter how handsome he was, it was not what she expected.

She hurriedly said: "What I'm saying is that the evil spirit is so strong, it's too deadly."

Jing Moye had an intuition that she didn't mean that just now, but he didn't know what she meant.

She smiled and asked: "Although I can't solve this spell now, I have a way to make the person who benefits suffer heavy losses. Would you like to give it a try, Your Majesty?"

Jing Moye was a little surprised: "Is this still possible?"

Feng Shuying nodded: "Of course, it's just that it's a little damaging and requires a little sacrifice from the prince."

The man who stole Jing Moye's luck was, to a certain extent, the same as him.

She knows a technique that can temporarily synchronize the behavior of two people. If Jing Moye falls, the other person will also fall.

Jing Moye asked: "What should I do?"

He has been suffering from this curse for a long time, and he hates the person who lies on him and sucks his luck.

He is willing to cooperate with things that can bring misfortune to the other party.

It's just that Feng Shuying's smile was so bad at this moment, and she had bad intentions at first glance.

Sure enough, Feng Shuying said with a smile: "I will put a talisman on the prince, and no matter what the prince does after a while, the other party will do it."

"When the prince falls, he will also fall down. When the prince hits the wall, he will also hit the wall."

"Of course, if the prince doesn't want to live anymore and wants revenge, he will give himself a sword with a sword, and he will also give himself a sword."

Jing Moye: "..."

He felt that the last sentence was what she wanted to say.

He said coldly: "How can I prove that what you said is true?"

After all, they don't even know who the other party is now, and there's no way to verify whether it's effective. Feng Shuying said seriously: "That's why I just said it depends on whether the prince is cruel enough to me."

"The harder you are on yourself, the harder others will be on you."

"In this case, the person's body will definitely be injured in the corresponding parts. If the prince goes to check the people you suspect, he will be able to determine the identity of the other party."

Jing Moye: "..."

The abbot said from the side: "I have heard of this technique, and it is theoretically feasible."

"Because the person who harmed the prince stole his luck from the prince. To a certain extent, it can indeed be done."

After he finished speaking, he asked Feng Shuying: "Do you really know this technique?"

She nodded lightly, and the abbot said excitedly: "My lord, let's try it! What if it really works?"

"Besides, even if it's useless, with your skills, you definitely won't be able to hurt yourself."

Jing Moye turned to look at the two of them, and they both looked at him expectantly.

He understood what these two people were thinking. They were all waiting to see his joke.

He thought for a moment and then said: "I will give it a try."

As soon as Feng Shuying heard that he agreed, she immediately drew a talisman and stuck it on him at the speed of light.

She said expectantly: "Okay, Your Majesty can take a few steps to adjust, so that the other party can completely synchronize with His behavior."

Jing Moye snorted coldly and did not answer, but rarely heard her walking back and forth for a few steps.

As he walked around, he had an extremely mysterious feeling, feeling that someone in this world was really telling him what he was doing.

Without saying a word, he sprinted forward quickly.

In this state, as long as the opponent moves forward like him, he will definitely hit a wall.

He didn't think about it, but the other party was in a room at this time. When he ran forward uncontrollably, he bumped head first into the wall.

Jing Moye felt something, but it wasn't too obvious. He took a few steps back and then ran forward quickly.

His body was slender and he jumped lightly like a flying swallow, but the other party bumped forward uncontrollably and awkwardly.

The other party cursed: "Fuck, what's going on? Help!"

The servant next to him saw something was wrong and rushed over to pull him, but he couldn't hit him at all. He hit the wall like crazy.

This feeling is like being possessed by an evil spirit and cannot be stopped at all.

Feng Shuying originally wanted to tease Jing Moye, but she didn't expect him to find the trick so quickly.

Moreover, when he jumped, his figure was graceful and there was no trace of embarrassment at all, so she felt that she had made a mistake.

One talisman lasted about as long as a cup of tea. When it ended, Jing Moye felt that he had lost contact with the other party.

At this time, the opponent's head had been bruised and bloody, he was in a state of embarrassment, and almost died.

Jing Moye gave Feng Shuying a meaningful look. She was more evil than he imagined.

Feng Shuying smiled slightly: "When the prince and he were in the same state just now, some of the prince's bad luck will be passed on to him."

"So even though we can't find each other yet, we can at least make the other party suffer together. If we are lucky, we can also kill the other party."

"Even if you can't kill the opponent, you can still bring disaster to the opponent. This is a non-cowardly way to deal with it."

"My lord, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Jing Moye said quietly: "You can draw another hundred copies of this talisman for me."

Feng Shuying: "..."

(End of this chapter)