Li Xian heard that Wang Bo had come back and wanted to summon him to the East Palace. However, firstly, it was too troublesome for red tape, and secondly, it was itchy to not leave the palace for a long time, so I finally decided to meet at the Pingkangfang Theater where they used to often meet.

Tang Ying naturally wanted to follow. For safety reasons, although she didn't agree with the prince leaving the palace, she somewhat understood his desire to leave the palace.

After weighing it repeatedly, the two of them wore ordinary clothes, and put a charm on Li Xian's body in advance, and then rode to Pingkangfang. Thinking of the danger on a heavy snowy day last time, Tang Ying really didn't dare to relax for a moment. At this time, the dead air of Chang'an City spread, and with her keen sense of dead air, she can often find dead lines on the wall or on the corner of the street, but ordinary people can't see it.

Fortunately, it was very safe all the way, and when I arrived at the place, I felt very kind to see Wang Bo. Tang Ying listened to them and said everything I said, remembering that she had only had a same-sex friend like Wu Mei for so many years, but she ended up parting ways, and couldn't help but feel a little sentimental in her heart.

Wang Bo saw that he snubbed Tang Ying, and he also greeted Tang Ying from time to time, and especially thanked her for protecting the prince. Tang Ying was not familiar with him, but he was just nodding his head, and the time he talked the most was just listening to a group of them commenting on current politics and poetry in Pingkangfang.

In order to show that she still remembered him, she deliberately read "Bright Moonlight in Front of the Bed" again. Last time she stumped him with Li Bai's poems, I heard that he wrote a lot of popular poems over the years, and I look forward to him being able to meet him this time. Wang Bo didn't have a eager expression on his face after hearing this, but only praised it perfunctorily as a good poem.

Li Xian glanced at Tang Ying and joked to him: "You have been out of the country for two years, and you have forgotten all about the ability to write poems." In the past, when you heard someone reciting a poem, you had to match it anyway! ”

As a famous poet of a generation, how could he suddenly give up his poetic heart?

Tang Ying smiled slightly, stood up and poured a glass of wine in his hand, Shi Shiran sat down in Wang Bo's arms, "Xian'er, Wang Da Poet has to embrace a beauty in order to be poetic!" Move to the side. ”

Her abnormal behavior and hints made Li Xian suddenly understand, and he smiled stiffly and moved to the side.

Wang Bo was just about to shirk it, but Tang Ying was already sitting on his lap, putting one hand around his neck, and holding the wine glass to his mouth with the other, "Come on, great poet." Let's drink this glass of wine for inspiration! There was a faint white anger on the wine glass, Wang Bo looked at the wine glass and his smile stiffened a little, but the black gas on his face steamed up little by little.

Seeing this, Tang Ying's hand around his neck immediately clasped around his neck, and pressed the white fire into his body with his fingers. The other hand poured the wine directly on his face.

Bai Huo was the nemesis of the evil spirit, and he saw that his face was bursting with black gas, and he struggled to push Tang Ying away and stood up, letting out a beast-like roar.

"Chant the mantra!" Tang Ying shouted at Li Xian, and at the same time, he also began to recite Bai Ze's immortal mantra. Li Xian hurriedly began to recite the mantra, but he was not a cultivator, and the mantra he recited back then could only be remembered approximately, so he stammered to give the evil spirit a chance to take advantage of it.

If the ordinary evil spirit is burned by Tang Ying, the soul will be directly shattered. It's just that this evil spirit is not an ordinary person, but another fierce general who sat down by Ming Chongyan and observed him for several years in order to pretend to be Wang Bo. But I never thought that no matter how similar my speech and demeanor were, Wang Bo's talent would not be learned.

Seeing that the plan to kidnap Li Xian has changed, they have no choice but to come hard.

In the midst of his roar, the entire Pingkangfang boiled. It turns out that this place has long been turned into another monster stronghold by Ming Chongyan, what better place to lean over than a place of sound and color? What's more, most of the people here are high-ranking officials and nobles, and after becoming a puppet, there are always unexpected benefits to Ming Chongyan.

However, Tang Ying saw that the surroundings suddenly skyrocketed, and hurriedly pulled Li Xian out, kicking the flying door panel, but saw dozens of people with heavy makeup and glamorous makeup rushing towards them like ghosts. Fortunately, Li Xian has kung fu, although he is not far from killing innocents, but it is not a problem to get out safely. So he blocked it with his sword in order to exit the hall with Tang Ying.

Wang Bo, who was possessed by evil spirits, naturally couldn't ignore it. He scratched the robe on his chest, and from the middle of his chest came a terrifying death gas like tentacles, and the palms and soles of his feet continued to bubble, and his stomach swelled like a balloon.

Li Xian only glanced back and was stunned, how can he say that Wang Bo and he have also been playmates since childhood, and they have been friends for more than ten years, and now they see that their old friends have become neither human nor ghostly, how can they not be shocked. He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly grabbed Tang Ying, who was about to climb over the wall, and looked at her with pleading eyes.

Tang Ying originally estimated that it would not be difficult to take Li Xian to escape like this. But now that he begged himself to save people, things were not so easy. Just as he was hesitating, the jaw of the evil spirit Wang Bo suddenly fell off as if it had been dislocated, and a large cloud of dead air spurted out of his mouth and hit Li Xian directly.

"Be careful!" Tang Ying pulled Li Xian behind him, and swiped left and right to weave a shield in front of him with anger, blocking the attack of Death Qi. There were still a lot of puppets around with red eyes and eager to try, and she had to be distracted and reminded: "You pay attention to your surroundings, don't let them catch you!" ”

Li Xian saw that because of his hesitation, both of them fell into a crisis, and he was extremely anxious. He beat his spirit, knocked down the puppet demon girls around him, and pulled Tang Ying again and said, "Ah Ying, let's ...... Leave him alone and go! ”

It's not that Tang Ying doesn't want to leave now, but she is confronting the evil spirit Wang Bo, for fear that if she dodges and hurts Li Xian, she can't move at all. Seeing that the puppets of other art galleries outside were gathering here, she instructed Li Xiandao: "Not for the time being. You jump into the room first, and when I pack this one, let's leave." ”

Li Xian saw that Tang Ying was struggling to support, and thought that he was too useless as a man, so he didn't know how heavy he picked up the sword and slashed at the evil spirit Wang Bo. This move hit the monster right in the arms, and he immediately raised an arm and stretched out one arm towards Li Xian. Seeing that he was preparing to fight with his bare hands, Li Xian immediately raised his sword and slashed, and this arm was split in half.

Li Xian thought that he would succeed in one blow, but how did he know that this arm turned into two black mist and tied him up to death. The harder he struggled, the more it seemed like he was stuck in a quagmire.

Tang Ying saw that he had helped, and he didn't care about confronting the evil spirit Wang Bo anymore, but dodged the frontal attack of this dead qi, and then wandered around the courtyard while using the immortal spell to urge the qi to burrow into this powerful dead qi. The anger swelled in the center of the dead qi, shooting out a dazzling white bright light, which grew and pierced like a thorn, slicing the dead qi spewed out by the evil spirit king Bo into pieces.

Evil Spirit Wang Bo is also a general under Ming Chongyan's throne, but he didn't expect Tang Ying to have such a strong force, so he couldn't help but drag Li Xianchao back two big steps. Li Xian saw that the strength of the binding force weakened, and hurriedly swung his sword to cut off this dead "arm".

Tang Ying saw that the other arm of the evil spirit Wang Bo also turned into a dead qi and slashed towards Li Xian, and hurriedly took out silver needles from his belt with both hands and launched them towards Wang Bo.

Under the power of the white fire at the tip of the needle, that arm was melted out one by one, and Li Xian's crisis was temporarily alleviated, only to see that he quickly cut off the dead air, and a dry land onion had jumped to the roof of the opposite house. She had just breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a tingling pain in her waist.

When I reached out and touched it, I felt a shocking bloodstain.