Chapter 1251： Spiritual power feeds the world

Yan Jinxiu and Yan Huaibi said in unison, "Continue to deal with things and we will wait for you outside."

After the two finished speaking, they turned and left the bathroom, standing at the door to prevent anyone from coming to the toilet here.

in the bathroom.

The array disk hovering in the air absorbed the black evil spirit in Zhuo Xi's body, and then flew back to Yan Zhixu's hand.

The majestic spiritual power purifying the evil spirit overflowed from her hand, and the black evil spirit in the array was completely purified, and she did not choose to inhale it.

"boom--"

Yan Zhixu chanted a spell in his mouth, and after spinning a few circles, the array disk flew into the air, and the spiritual energy rushed into the sky, feeding the world back.

The spiritual energy of modern society is weak, and it is not easy for cultivators to practice spells, and it is easy to encounter bottlenecks.

Reiki feeds the world back, although it is still weak and cannot change the overall situation, it is good to be able to change a little.

"you!!!"

Seeing that Yan Zhixu had not absorbed the purified spiritual power, Zhuo Xi's eyes radiated an unbelievable light.

He hooked his lips and sneered, "Stupid, it is simply ignorance and ignorance."

Yan Zhixu was not at ease with Zhuo Xi's sarcasm, his face was calm as water, "I don't need this spiritual power, but feeding back the world is of great significance to other cultivators."

She glanced at Zhuo Xi, because her well-maintained face was haggard because she lost all her cultivation, and she didn't continue to struggle at this moment because she was too weak to resist.

Yan Zhixu said calmly, "Don't worry, I have no interest in killing you."

If Zhuo Xi did something wrong, he would naturally be restrained, and if he did not start dyeing blood, karma would affect his cultivation.

After she finished speaking, she walked out of the bathroom and asked Yan Jinxiu outside to get her mobile phone and call the Haishi Spirituality Bureau.

In the bathroom, Nan Zelin rubbed his fingers, "Well, although you can get out of the prosperous palace, it is not safe and sound. We count this game as a draw."

Zhuo Xi lifted his eyelids, "Little brat, are you sympathizing with me?"

He knew very well that he had actually lost this gamble, so there was no need to say such words to comfort himself.

Nan Zelin shrugged, "No, I'm just telling the truth. I'm not interested in sympathizing with you. I haven't had enough sympathy yet."

Sympathy for someone who wants to take his own life? His head was not caught by the door.

After a while, Yan Zhixu returned to the bathroom after calling.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, the staff of the Supernatural Bureau in casual clothes came to Shengshi Hao Ting.

Looking at the bloodstained dress on Zhuo Xi's body, one of the men took off his suit and tied it to her.

The people from the Supernatural Bureau did not alert the other guests, and took Zhuo Xi away in a low-key manner.

——

The backs of the group of people were just caught in Zhao Chuchen's eyes.

He saw that one of them was wearing a black suit and had loose hair, which looked like his girlfriend.

There was an inexplicable feeling of panic in my heart, and I always felt that if I didn't follow up, I would regret it later.

"I go out for a while."

Zhao Chuchen put down the champagne in his hand, bid farewell to the people around him in a hurry, and hurried towards the door.

"..."

Several rich second-generations who stayed in place saw Zhao Chuchen's back hurriedly leaving, and they looked at each other, wondering what happened.

After a brief period of confusion, a few people didn't think much of it and quickly put the matter behind them and continued to talk about other topics.

However, after chatting and talking about the topic of Zhao Chuchen's girlfriend, several people lamented that Zhao Chuchen knew that because his girlfriend no longer lingered in the flowers, he knew that he was wholeheartedly coaxing his girlfriend.

Hey, this is planted.

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"Xixi...Xixi..."

"That woman must be Xixi. Where is she going with those people?"

Zhao Chuchen muttered to himself, sweat dripping from his nervous forehead.

During this period of time, my health was not very good, and I was exhausted and out of breath after walking for a while.

Even so, he didn't slow down and kept walking towards the door.