Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters

Chapter 511 Favorite?

Milo said, “Lord Sirius has protected the members of our totem family. At critical times, we can obtain the power bestowed by Lord Sirius. But there is a limit on the number of times.

“Every time we borrow Lord Sirius’ power, we must sacrifice a third of our souls.”

Milo raised his arm with difficulty and pointed to his eyes.

The whites of his eyes had turned entirely red, only the pupil, which was still the original pitch-black color.

Milo said, “I borrowed Lord Sirius’ power once before, and today is the second time. So two-thirds of my soul has been sacrificed. If I sacrifice again, my eyeballs will completely turn red.”

“What will happen then?”

“At that time, my soul will become a part of Lord Sirius, and Lord Sirius will control my body. But it is the honor of every member of our totem family to be able to integrate with Lord Sirius.”

As Milo spoke, he revealed a proud expression.

John felt it was highly perverted.

That Lord Sirius must be not good.

But there were still many totem families like this hidden in this world.

John thought for a while and said with a strange expression. “Since you think it is a kind of honor, why don’t you summon it again? Did not your soul be sacrificed to it three times?”

Milo smiled wryly and shook his head. “Do you think I don’t want to? It’s just that in a short time, I can’t summon Lord Sirius twice.”

“That’s a pity. You are destined not to die for your honor today.”

John said something ironic, glanced at Milo again, and asked, “What’s the matter with that girl?”

chosen by Lord

“Favorite?”

chooses a minion every year, and that little bastard… the imprint on Nora Wodehouse’s shoulder is the symbol

bastard, but seeing John staring at

the girl’s name was Nora Wodehouse.

the favorite?” John asked out

out a mouthful of blood and said, “The so-called favorite means being lucky enough to be the sacrifice of Lord Sirius. Only by sacrificing one favorite yearly will Lord Sirius continue

“Absurd!”

words,

be used as a sacrifice, and to be called a favorite, was simply cruel

was not a

mind, “We are most proud to be the favorite of Lord Sirius, but that bastard doesn’t

“Nonsense!”

head and said coldly, “Where is your

“Ahem…”

but with a distorted smile on his face. He stared at John contemptuously and said, “Oracle

me the address!”

shouted coldly

strength. But in front of Lord Sirius, your strength

you to tell me the

King, do you know I looked down on you before? People like us all looked down on you and thought you were a

indeed different from us.

cultivators in the Alps Mountain or our totem families hidden in the

kindnesses will only become our hindrance and waste

I advise you to stop worrying about these and spend more time on cultivation. This is the

with your

Boom!

talking to

pit and said angrily, “I asked you to tell me the address, and you just talk nonsense to me. If you don’t want