Chapter 309 Don’t Care About Black or White
"Yes, I said so." Xia Wange nodded, and then looked carefully at the scar on Lu Qiu's neck, frowned and said, "You didn't struggle at all?"
Lu Qiu looked at her, "How did you know?"
"I've seen more corpses than you've visited graves. From your injuries, I can tell there's no sign of a struggle. Usually, this happens when someone kills someone first and then rapes them..."
Lu Qiu: "..."
At this point, Xia Wange stared at Lu Qiu, "So why don't you struggle? If you struggle, I might wake up."
With trembling eyelashes, Lu Qiu stared at Xia Wange for a moment and coughed lightly, "Three reasons. One is that I heard that dreamers cannot be awakened. Your condition is very similar to that of a dreamer. I am worried that something might go wrong. The second reason... there is not enough time. Even if you really want to strangle me to death, it will be too late. The third reason..."
"What?"
Lu Qiu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said slowly: "Actually, I was quite curious about what you wanted to do. The result... really surprised me. Xia Wange, do you think that is what you want to do most in your heart?"
"What kind of perverted black magic is this?" Xia Wange thought of the scene after he woke up, scratched his head frantically, and took a step back. "Is it because that Bai Laodeng has been impotent for too long that all the black magic he casts is this kind?"
"Who knows?" Lu Qiu shrugged. "Or maybe his magic varies from person to person?"
Xia Wange stood up straight, crossed his arms and stared at Lu Qiu in silence for a long time, then suddenly asked: "So am I only like this to you, or will I do this to anyone who appears outside the room?"
Lu Qiu frowned, and wanted to ask, "Who else do you want to do this to?" But he quickly held back. He just raised his eyes to look at Xia Wange, staring into her pupils, and asked seriously, "What do you think?"
It should be like this only for you.
Xia Wange didn't have time to think before this sudden thought popped into her mind.
In an instant, her heartbeat quickened and her fingers curled up slightly unconsciously.
At this moment, Xia Wange realized that Lu Qiu, who was leaning on the sofa with a calm expression, looked like he was asking for whatever he wanted...
Her eyes passed from Lu Qiu's eyebrows, across his fair skin, and finally stopped at the glaring red finger marks on his neck.
Fragile, glaring...
She suddenly wanted to strangle Lu Qiu's neck, and then kiss him when he was about to suffocate...
Just thinking of this, Xia Wange's pupils shrank slightly, and she immediately turned around and said: "Go to bed early, good night. By the way, remember to wake me up next time."
Back in the room, Xia Wange was still shocked by her previous thoughts. After a moment, she patted her face and recited the "Calm Mind Sutra" before putting aside all the strange thoughts.
Xia Wange didn't know whether she should be shocked and want to strangle Lu Qiu's neck, or shocked that she wanted to force a kiss on him.
Anyway, in the end she put all the blame on Bai Laodeng.
It’s true, it’s a sex-themed black magic, but he actually likes to play forced sex-themed black magic.
Bai Laodeng, you can do it! It is true that the older people get, the more they play.
Outside the door, Lu Qiu, who was leaning on the sofa, slowly sat up straight. He naturally noticed Xia Wange's panicked eyes, and he chuckled for a long time without leaving any trace.
Although he didn't know what kind of black magic was affecting her, no matter whether it was black, white, red or purple, he guided them all towards the yellow one.
That's his intuition.
It's better to feel like a pervert than to feel like something else.
At this time, in a cellar of a small village far away from Beijing City, several young men in black robes looked at the old man crawling in the darkness on the ground in shock.
He described his withered hands digging into the ground tightly, and he didn't even notice that they were broken, he just kept crawling on the ground.
This was the second time today, but the young men in black robes could still not hide their shock in their eyes.
The first time was when they were serving the master a meal. He was eating well when he suddenly started to crawl on the ground. They were so frightened that they didn’t know what to do and thought the master was performing some magic.
When the master tremblingly raised his hand and asked them to help, none of them dared to go up.
After this climb, the master seemed to have lost half his life.
It was not until midnight that the master seemed to be able to move a little. When they wanted to serve him something to eat, he began to crawl on the ground without any warning...
It felt like they had been climbing for about three minutes before they heard the master's weak voice: "Help...help me up..."
Several young men hurried over to help him up. Some brought water to help Bai Laodeng wash his hands, some applied medicine, and some cut Bai Laodeng's broken nails. In short, this was the most miserable look of their master they had ever seen.
"Master..." a disciple said bitterly, "That person is too much! How could he do this to you!"
Bai Laodeng waved his hands with difficulty, then coughed violently a few times, "Cough, cough, cough, it's just some childish pranks, cough, cough... It's not presentable. Compared to the black magic cast by the master, it's simply child's play."
"It must be so!" The disciple showed a look of deep emotion, "I wonder what kind of curse the master cast on her? The disciple is very curious, can the master explain it to her?"
"Hmph." Bai Laodeng snorted and laughed, a complacent look on his face. Before he could say anything, he started coughing violently again. He kept coughing until his face turned pale, and then he slowly stopped.
"That kid is just using some backlash that hurts the body, but the real powerful one is to attack the mind!"
The disciples all listened attentively.
"There are many ways to attack people's hearts." Bai Laodeng took a breath and then said, "Let me ask you, if you are stabbed by a stranger or by someone you trust the most, which one will make you feel worse?"
"Of course it's the latter."
"That's right. Vice versa, hurting someone close and trusted is the most difficult to accept compared to hurting a stranger." Bai Laodeng smiled. "The emotions that were transformed for no reason are broken, and people won't feel guilty about it."
"It's like the love spell. After being cast, one is madly in love, but once the spell is broken, one quickly returns to calm, like a flower in a mirror or a moon in the water, so empty."
"And the black magic I cast this time is a mixture of many kinds. The more the person under the spell trusts someone, the more she wants to hurt that person. The more she wants to get close to that person, the more violent she will be when the spell strikes, and the more ruthless she will be to that person."
"When you wake up, whether you are deserted by your friends or feel sad and blame yourself, it's all an attack on your heart."
"At the same time, she would occasionally have thoughts that were so cruel and cold-blooded that even she would be shocked."
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