Chapter 127 Your social circle is really chaotic

Finally, Madison put on her clothes.

In the face of public outrage, she had no choice but to start the live broadcast honestly, and then Bajir was allowed to walk into the illusory door.

"Changed to a restaurant?" Bajir walked out, and the door behind him shattered like stardust and leaped into the air.

He looked around and saw that the layout was obviously a private room of a Chinese restaurant.

The mahogany table covered with embroidered bamboo forests and panda tablecloths was filled with food that Bajir was familiar with.

Fish-flavored pork shreds, mapo tofu, beef with scallions, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

But in this room, someone is more eye-catching than it.

"Welcome," Madison said in an erratic tone, "It's great to see you in the tangible world."

She changed into a particularly déjà vu outfit.

Round-frame glasses that covered half of her face, a glittering shawl like a thin transparent gauze, countless necklaces and beads hanging on her slender neck, and bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

She even winked at him playfully.

"Where are you from, Sybill Trelawney?" Basil couldn't help laughing.

Zoe was dressed quite normally, with twin ponytails and a plain sweater.

Seeing Basil appear, she ignored Madison's antics and went straight to meet him.

While Basil was meeting him, the index finger of her right hand glowed, and the waiter who was about to knock on the door to serve the food lost focus and stood there.

After a while, Zoe panted, turned her head and raised her eyebrows, "Bucky's first kiss is mine."

She had not forgotten that she was almost suffocated by having her mouth covered when she was in the bathroom before.

Madison didn't care about Zoe's sudden provocation.

Instead, she was looking at the pattern painted on her nails facing the light.

Hum! I took the first time in my sweetheart's dream, who do you think you are?

And he is so skilled, maybe he had already given it to that Granger.

In response, Zoe glanced at Basil gloomily.

Taking away the first kiss is not good at all.

Bajir wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay, girls, let's eat first."

"I'm going to Los Angeles, California later."

Two shocked voices overlapped, "Murder House?" "Fiona?"

Bajir shook his head at Zoe, "No, I'm going to the Murder House."

"But." He turned his head, and the magic magnetic field around him turned naturally, and a sense of intimacy came from the other side of the wall, "You seem to have brought a guest?"

"Wizard?" A middle-aged woman appeared from the air, surprised.

She could feel a sense of intimacy from this handsome boy.

There is no doubt that he also belongs to this extraordinary world and has the blood of the Seven Formations.

In fact, the blood of the Seven Formations is not only circulated in women. Men are the same.

But because men have more parts than women, they secrete testosterone. As a result, the magic power of wizards has always been inferior to that of witches.

As a result, there has never been a super wizard-Alpha.

But the boy in front of her, her intuition told her that he is extremely powerful.

This feeling, she had only felt in her mother, the super witch Fiona.

But she was surprised that she could change her shape and shadow easily just now.

She always thought that her talent was very mediocre, and she could only use spells and herbs to cast magic.

She was not worthy of the identity of the daughter of a super witch.

Unlike other witches, she could not cast spells without spells.

If she was not knowledgeable, the identity of the dean of the witch school would not belong to her.

She turned her head and looked at Zoe, "You mentioned my mother? How do you know her? She should be in Switzerland."

Bajiel stepped forward, "Hello, future super witch."

A middle-aged woman, Cordelia was inexplicably a little panicked, "Me? Super witch? I think you are talking about my mother."

Bajiel held her hand and leaned close to her ear, "Why don't you be more confident, you can go and see for yourself."

The wizard blood of this world, which originated from Madison and copied to him, removed the ridiculous weakness that would be affected by testosterone, began to resonate with the blood of the woman in front of him as the magic magnetic field rotated.

In a moment, Cordelia's dark brown pupils turned pure white.

The earth cracked, and boiling magma spread.

The gate of hell opened.

The sky howled, thunder and lightning flashed.

The stairway to heaven emerged.

The devil was crying, and the demons were roaring.

The gods wept blood, and the angels fell.

The red dragon with a horn crown on its head, covering the sky and the sun, was circling, and the transparent flames were blazing the sky and cracking the earth.

A sword that reached high into the sky and penetrated deep into the ground blocked the colorful city with flashing neon lights, and the golden light waves enveloped it, making it peaceful.

Cordelia shed tears of blood, and the endless emotional energy was transformed into spirituality by Bajir, which was called mana by the wizards of this world, and poured into her body to support the operation of the third eye.

"Is that the future?" Her voice trembled, and her white pupils returned to their original color.

Even a super witch is like an ant in the face of everything here.

Bajir couldn't help but take a deep breath. Sweet, high-quality fear flowed out of this woman and was incorporated into the cycle of good and evil in his body.

With this calculation, he also earned a lot of emotional energy.

Due to the connection of blood, the incomplete blood he copied from Madison was also optimized.

He also shared the future that Cordelia had just seen.

He was in a good mood and explained: "To be precise, it's my future after joining."

"You have just awakened the ability of divination and prophecy."

"Different from ordinary witches, yours is more powerful."

"It might be more appropriate to call it the Third Eye."

"When you touch another person's body, you see that person's past or what they might do in the future."

Cordelia couldn't help but take a step back and stammered: "You are-"

Stretching out his right hand, the golden light condensed into a sword in his hand. Bajir smiled and said, "You may look familiar."

"It has many names, Broken Steel, King's Sword, Iron Cutting Sword, Sword in the Lake, and Sword of Victory. But you should be familiar with them all."

At the same time, golden beast eyes emerged, no different from the red dragon that covered the sky and the sun.

"The future is determined by the strong."

Bagir held her hand again, "You can take a look again."

Cordelia shivered as if she'd been electrocuted, throwing her head back as new images flooded into her mind.

The man sat upright in the clouds, like a god.

Two girls were waiting on him.

Thousands of miles above the sky, look down at the world under the clouds with him.

The earth screamed, and mushroom-shaped explosion clouds appeared in the former city.

Cordelia gasped, her consciousness pulling away from the scene.

If she read correctly, the two girls were Zoe and Madison.

The man who was as majestic as a god was the young man beside her.

At this moment, he said again: "This is the future where Michael Langton and the Church of Satan will destroy the world after I decide not to interfere."

"Michael Langton? Who is he?" Cordelia asked. Only this time, her words were no longer fearful, but filled with perseverance.

She has a bit of the demeanor of a future super witch and leader of a witch coven.

"Let me say it for sweetheart." Madison held Bajir's hand, "He is the son of Satan. The tentacles that plunge this world into darkness and destruction."

Cordelia: "Where is he?"

Zoe also came over, "He is in Los Angeles. He lives in a mansion next to a famous haunted house. Probably, if her grandmother has not passed away yet."

"By the way, he is just a mortal now. A dump truck could kill him."

To be honest, the reason why she knows so much about this is because the girl who played Violet in the first Murder House is the same girl.

However, she went to check it out after knowing the plot. Unfortunately, their appearance was only similar but not surprising.

That's right, the American Horror Story series has always liked to use repetitive actors.

Even though the first, third, fifth and eighth plots are connected, the actors still repeat themselves in key roles.

If they were exactly the same, it would have been a mess long ago.

At least Fiona would definitely know the psychic who looked exactly like her daughter.

"Can I kill him?" Cordelia looked determined.

"I have a better solution." Bagir suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something interesting.

He kissed Madison and Zoe on the cheeks, "Looks like I have to excuse myself."

The sword in his hand began to glow, and then disappeared, and Bagir's body began to turn into light.

Under the brilliant dark starry sky, a shooting star flew towards the bustling Los Angeles.

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It's an empty old house that hasn't been inhabited for a long time.

A young man wearing ill-fitting children's clothing cried like a child.

This young man has thick golden brown hair and light blue eyes.

The facial features are straight and handsome, but there is a lingering cold and evil aura, but at this moment, this face shows an extremely childish and innocent look.

In front of him was a female corpse, lying calmly on a sofa covered with dust-proof cloth. It looked like suicide.

He hugged the female corpse and kept repeating words such as "wake up, I'm sorry" and so on.

"If the souls in this house don't want to be seen, others won't be able to see them." A middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the sofa diagonally opposite. His eyes revealed the kindness of an old father, and his tone was extremely friendly.

The young man who was immersed in pain quickly came back to his senses, "She doesn't want to be seen by me?"

"I'm sorry." The middle-aged man whispered, with a little more pity in his eyes.

"Who are you?" The young man asked with a childish voice and a crying voice.

The middle-aged man seemed to have made up his mind, "Someone who wants to be seen. Someone who wants to help."

"If you really want to change, I can give you guidance."

"I'm a devil!" The young man gave up on himself, but he also revealed a sense of hope, "Why do you want to help me?"

The man said kindly: "Because I always regard you as my son. Even if you are not really my son."

"No, he is your father. Although there is no blood relationship." Bagir couldn't help but speak out.

This is the murder house.

Anyone who dies here can become a ghost. Stay in this house.

This middle-aged man is Ben, the husband of Vivian, the mother of the Son of Satan.

The young man is Michael, the son of Satan. She looks like an adult, but is actually only seven years old.

This female corpse is Constance. Because he could not accept that all his offspring were abnormal, some time ago his grandson grew ten years old overnight and collapsed and committed suicide after trying to kill her in her sleep.

It is worth mentioning that her son Tate is also the boyfriend of Ben and Vivian's daughter, Violet.

To repay his gratitude, Tate gave a child to Nora, the ghost who saved her in childhood, and pretended to be Ben and had sex with Vivian.

Thus, Michael was born.

All the people mentioned above, except Michael, are ghosts.

In short, Bajir just wants to say that your circle is really messy.

But all this should be the influence of Satan. In fact, it was hinted in the original plot that all haunted places are the mouths of hell.

After Vivian became pregnant with Michael, Tate also returned to normal.

Moreover, this is not just speculation.

In fact, the reason why he didn't show up just now was not to see the joke.

But he was full.

The endless malice turned into pure energy and joined the circulation in his body.

However, they were not as good as the seven-year-old youth in front of him.

The emotional magic on his data panel, that is, the number marked after the alien magic when it is full is the size of the blue bar.

If you want to improve, you can only consume a lot of emotional energy and grind it through the cycle of good and evil.

Until now, the value of his alien magic has only increased from 327.5 to 328.3.

He had been beside Michael for less than a minute, and Michael's high quality, naturally generated from the bottom of his heart, and the endless malice made Bajir's alien magic value rise to 403.

Now it is still increasing rapidly at an exaggerated value of 0.001 per second.

You should know that this increase is the upper limit, not a simple accumulation of energy.

This is not a trouble, this is my son without blood relationship!

So, Bajir's eyes changed when he looked at Michael.

If you don't know, you would think he is Michael's father.

"Son, bah, Michael."

"I am the one who can really make you better."

Michael was confused, but he still couldn't help but move closer to Bajir.

To him, Bajir and Ben were strangers.

However, the closer he got to Bajir, the less he wanted to kill.

He also believed Bajir's lies.

So, he asked Ben, "Dad?"