Mortality rate: 100%,

Time of death: After joining the cult for the first time.

The host is advised to pay attention immediately!】

System: [That’s right, pests like this should have been included in the must-have list long ago.]

Yan Jiu smiled and said nothing.

The next second.

The layers of playing cards flew out like a goddess scattering flowers, knocking down Jian Bude who was hiding in the dark.

Jane is not in a hurry to avoid it.

The cards pierced the skin like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

It was as if there were barbs hooking into the flesh.

The playing cards are firmly adsorbed between the flesh.

It can't be pulled out no matter what.

Jian Bude gave up and took off the playing cards stuck on him, and looked at the owner of the playing cards angrily.

He will never forget the shame Yan Jiu brought to him.

It was Yan Jiu who killed the clone he had finally made, it was Yan Jiu who exposed his behavior, and it was Yan Jiu who made him become a street rat that everyone shouted to beat and kill.

Jian Bude was unable to escape from the Xuanmen realm because he contacted Rose Cross, who had been tempting him to rebel against the Xuanmen.

Later, with the help of the teleportation scroll, he escaped from the hands of those crazy Xuanmen.

He does not regret joining Rosicrucian.

Everything was forced on him by Yan Jiu.

It was Xuanmen who forced him.

He vowed that he would make a comeback in the future and kill Yan Jiu and Xuanmen without leaving any trace behind.

But he never expected that when he performed his first mission for Rose Cross, he would encounter a troublesome existence.

Jian Bude couldn't figure it out.

How could the family that collects "Starry Night" be related to Yan Jiu? If he had known that Yan Jiu was related to the Hong family, he would have acted carefully and would not have come forward personally.

Jian Bude tried to delay: "You..."

Yan Jiu didn't want to talk nonsense with the dead, so she touched her pocket: "Ah, there are no cards left."

She didn't want to recycle those blood-stained playing cards.

Yan Jiu pursed her lips unhappily.

Just when Jian Bude was secretly happy.

The cold wind blows the camphor leaves, making a rustling sound like a death bell.

In an instant.

Jian Bude was nailed to the tree by countless camphor leaves.

Countless pillars of blood shot out.

Tick-tick-tick sprinkled on the ground.

Play a gorgeous piece of music.

Yan Jiu, who had caused all this, glanced at Jian Bude lightly.

Like an artist appreciating his own masterpiece.

It's also like a hunter inspecting his results.
Chapter completed!