As night approached, the quiet town was not affected by the tense situation in Handan City, but the quiet beauty made the tired people feel more comfortable, and they rested early. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the only inn in the town is simple, it is well-equipped, and even because of its proximity to Handan City, it has a few gorgeous rooms.

Today, because of the arrival of Ling Shaofeng and King Feng, the small inn was chartered, and when the killers of Bai Yulou dressed as dart masters to escort the unconscious King Chen to the inn, they were almost blocked out, but fortunately, Ling Shaofeng accompanied them all the way.

The arrival of Zhao Xuanchen and his subordinates filled the already small inn, because the inn was too small and there were not so many rooms for them to live in, so they had to let the killers dressed as dart masters squeeze ten or twenty people into one room.

If it weren't for the news of the master's immortality, they were afraid of causing panic among the few other guests in the inn, so that those who could find clues to chase them, they would prefer to hide directly in the shadows, and find a corner to rest at will.

"You give me back to my body!"

In the best Tianzi room on the second floor of the small inn, on the large bed with delicate peach wood carved with fine lines, the unconscious Zhao Xuanchen walked quietly on the only wooden bed in the room, the ink-colored robe retreated, and only the white middle coat lay quietly as if he was asleep, just like a lamb that could be slaughtered and did whatever he wanted.

And Zhao Xuanchen's soul was nesting on the bed at this time, looking at Ling Shaofeng, who lifted his middle coat and helped him change the dressing for his wound, he smiled like an immortal, "No, I always feel that once I return to my body, I can't be with you, it's better to follow you like now, even if my soul is scattered in the end, I am willing." ”

Zhao Xuanchen's soul said that he didn't want to return to his body, and he didn't even want to try it, so that Ling Shaofeng, who had just helped his body with good medicine and bandaged his wounds, was really angry.

Ling Shaofeng, who took off the hat, was still dressed as a young man, his heroic temperament was mixed with indifference and charm, just like the coquettishness of troubled times, his long red hair was tied into a ponytail, his palm-sized face was as delicate as a demon, and his white little hands straightened Zhao Xuanchen's middle coat before he took out the delicate purse containing Long Yu in his arms and put it into the undulating chest of the unconscious Zhao Xuanchen.

"I don't want to, I don't want to guard a body that is going to die, watching a valetary soul live, you may have forgotten, we are married, we are husband and wife, you are no longer King Chen, we can be together forever in the future, are you still unwilling to return to the body?"

Ling Shaofeng looked at it with blazing eyes, in case she started to arrest someone, no, it was the soul of Zhao Xuanchen, who caught the ghost, retreated to the wall, and as soon as she made a move, he ran through the wall with a vigilant appearance, and shook his head helplessly.

Why didn't she find out before, Zhao Xuanchen is a dead-eyed person, maybe she should have found it a long time ago, but she has been ignoring it, it seems that she can only try the old bald donkey's method.

"If you really don't go back, then forget it! I don't force you, you rest early, and I'll go back to my room. ”

After that, Ling Shaofeng pulled the newly bought futon over to help Zhao Xuanchen cover it and walked out of the room, glanced at the Huiyuan monk in the dark corner not far from the room, gestured to him, and then lowered his head with a dim gaze and went back to the room, which was in the room next to Zhao Xuanchen.

Zhao Xuanchen's soul cautiously watched Ling Shaofeng walk out of the room in a depressed mood, and immediately wanted to go out with him, wanting to guard Ling Shaofeng, but he could have come and go freely and shuttle between the front and back of the house, but suddenly found that no matter how he broke into the room, he couldn't get out of the room, and he was in a hurry, and immediately shouted Ling Shaofeng's name loudly.

"Shaofeng, Shaofeng, I can't get out, Shaofeng, what the hell is going on with Shaofeng!"

Outside Zhao Xuanchen's room, ruthlessly and unintentionally received the signal of the holy monk Huiyuan, one person held a charm in his hand, and pasted it on the left and right sides of the door outside Zhao Xuanchen's room, and then guarded the door like a doorman on the left and right, and the effect of this spell was to imprison Zhao Xuanchen's soul in the room.

Ruthless and unintentional, although he heard Ling Shaofeng say that the soul of his master followed behind his wife, because he couldn't see Zhao Xuanchen's soul at all, he just listened to the words of the holy monk and Mrs. Huiyuan, saying that after pasting the charm, they could help the master's soul return to the body, so they did so, and their task was to guard the door and watch the master's body.

Compared with the ruthless and unintentional inaudible, Ling Shaofeng heard Zhao Xuanchen's shout when he didn't hear it, scattered the long red hair like brocade, draped it behind him casually, took out the only red skirt in the wing room, tore a gap in the east, and a gap in the west, and then put the tattered long skirt on his body, waiting for another protagonist to appear, and then he could sing a good show to Zhao Xuanchen.

"Shaofeng, Shaofeng......" Zhao Xuanchen's soul walked around the house anxiously, and his fingers that could pass through the wall and the door knocked on the door that invisibly imprisoned his soul, wanting to break out, but after trying several times, he was rebounded, and secretly screamed in his heart, could it be that someone was plotting against him, then Shaofeng would not be in danger.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuanchen's soul was no longer calm, his deep eyes looked at his body lying on the bed, after a dilemma calculation, his worries about Ling Shaofeng prevailed compared to his reluctance, Zhao Xuanchen gritted his teeth, his soul went straight to the bed, glanced at his breathing body, sighed and lay down in his body, but he didn't want to, his soul was actually rebounded by his body, and his soul couldn't enter the body, which made his worry and anxiety even worse.

"What the hell is going on? Why can't I get in! ”

In the silence of the room, no one answered his questions, the soul was empty after all, how could his words be heard by the living!

Of course, Ling Shaofeng, who was deaf and clear-sighted, heard the puzzled question next door, and the action of wearing a torn dress and long skirt was paused, and he couldn't help but worry in his heart, especially worried, during the time when Zhao Xuanchen's soul was out of his body, would there be other souls who took Xuanchen's body, if that was the case, then she would encounter ghosts and kill ghosts.

As soon as Ling Shaofeng got dressed, the door was opened from the outside, and the Feng King, who was wearing a silver mask and had a cold and noble gaze, walked in from the door with elegant steps, and his cold eyes swept over the room next door where Zhao Xuanchen was, and nodded towards Ling Shaofeng, who was wearing a tattered long skirt and messy hair.

"Is Miss Ling here?"

The corners of Ling Shaofeng's mouth hooked up a faint smile, and his cold voice was as cold as King Feng's, "In!" (To be continued.) )