Recently, Lin Qingxuan's heart has always been full of complicated sadness and parting, and she doesn't know what's wrong, probably because the high school entrance examination is imminent.

It was another holiday, and Lin Qingxuan immediately lay down on the bed after returning to Villa 43.

Mom and Dad, none of them found themselves leaving quietly. She almost thought they had an accident, but she had secretly gone to see that the secret magic in her father's office was still busy with his schedule, and that her mother and her new love were still living sweetly.

Obviously, I'm going to take the high school entrance examination. Other people's parents are anxious about their children, and their own parents are still indifferent.

Do they have to wait until her funeral to see her for the last time?

"Are you tired of the world?"

"Sort of, but at least she's with me." Lin Qingxuan thought of Wang Wen, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

People must always have a spiritual sustenance in life, and Wang Wen is her spiritual sustenance. Her existence made Lin Qingxuan feel that she was still loved, so every time she thought of suicide, it was Wang Wen who made her dispel that ridiculous idea.

Suddenly, Lin Qingxuan realized that the voice was not from her heart, but from ?????? Bedside! Lin Qingxuan's eyes widened, and he watched in horror as a bloody mouth bit at him: "Ahh

Wang Wen, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, heard the scream, threw the dishes and rushed over. She was running as fast as she could, and when she opened the door, Lin Qingxuan's face was pale and curled up on the bed: "Ghosts, there are ghosts!" ”

That night, Wang Wen and Ji Ziye quarreled, Wang Wen asked him why he lived here knowing that there were ghosts on No. 43, Ji Ziye tried to explain calmly, but Wang Wen didn't care about it at all, and announced that she would live in the same room with Qingxuan after the announcement.

At night, Lin Qingxuan lost sleep again: "Wang Wen, have you slept?" ”

"No, I don't." In fact, Wang Wen doesn't need sleep much, she always waits for Lin Qingxuan all night, goes to her room to secretly see if she sleeps well, and whether there are any demons and monsters to harass her. After all, Lin Qingxuan's physique is very special, and it is difficult for her to rest assured.

"You said that I was blessed to have cultivated in my last life, to meet such a good friend as you." Lin Qingxuan put his hand on Wang Wen's quilt as if he lamented the impermanence of the world.

This is not a blessing in the previous life, it was many generations ago. Wang Wen promised: "Yes." ”

Lin Qingxuan slowly leaned his head close to Wang Wen's face, and Wang Wen only felt that his heart was beating faster and his whole body was numb.

Ji Ziye woke up from a nightmare, he hadn't dreamed for a long time, and the foreboding was so strong, he jumped out of bed and quickly descended the stairs. With the Bloodline's natural night vision, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he wanted to go back to his room, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Ji Ziye walked quickly in that direction, not good, the smell of blood came from Lin Qingxuan and Wang Wen's room. He pushed open the door, and "Lin Qingxuan" was biting Wang Wen's neck fiercely.

Wang Wen was caught off guard by a charm, "Lin Qingxuan" noticed Ji Ziye's approach, stopped tearing, hugged Wang Wen horizontally, and said to Ji Ziye with a smile: "I accepted the Netherworld Mirror." After speaking, he was teleported away.

Fake Lin Qingxuan ran away, so what about the real one?

Ji Ziye took a deep breath, and the smell of Lin Qingxuan's blood, which had been masked in the air, was finally revealed. Ji Ziye sighed, it seemed that he was already more than lucky. He could basically conclude the identity of the fake Lin Qingxuan, but it was difficult to understand why the sacred relics of the Western Blood Clan appeared in the East.

The Bloodline Relic Puppet was originally a young girl, but after the initial failure of the first embrace, an earl grafted a soul on her, so she had a consciousness of her own, and could suck the blood of people and transform into the form of the person or blood clan she sucked.

He wasn't in the villa this afternoon, otherwise he would definitely be able to see through the puppet when he sucked Lin Qingxuan's blood, so that Wang Wen wouldn't be deceived.

Wang Wen is a mirror demon, and her body is the mirror of the artifact Netherworld, which can find the past and present lives of the soul. Ji Ziye has also been thinking about her ability for a long time, but it is a pity that Wang Wen can only find the past and present life of a soul after she transforms into an adult, unless she is beaten back to her original form. Wang Wen has been chasing her lover, who is also the soul of her master, and finally someone with the ability to spy on her grasps her weakness.

Ji Ziye decided to help, not only about the internal affairs of the blood clan, but also about whether he could find her.

"Is it Miss Su Lingjing's home?"

Su Lingjing saw a gentle man with glasses through the cat's eyes: "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a doctor at a psychiatric clinic, are you free now?" Su Lingjing is very free now, the full moon pupil has not returned, the seven-star dragon yuan has not woken up, she is very lonely.

Sitting in the café, Ji Ziye briefly talked about what happened, "Yimeng said that you are from the Su family, I want to ask you if you have any clues." ”

Yimeng took advantage of a lot, Su Lingjing felt that it was necessary to exchange courtesies, but she really didn't know what blood clan's holy relics and what netherworld mirrors, at this time a loud female voice came: "It's not simple, the deity knows!" A woman wearing a bright red Hanfu and combing her temples came over and sat next to Su Lingjing. Along the way, there were many discussions, but fortunately, people generally thought she was a coser and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Are you, cat demon?" Su Lingjing couldn't recognize her.

Mao Mei smiled and pinched Su Lingjing's face: "Be good, you want to call Xianzun." ”

"Your name is so strange, it's Xianzun."

"Stupid girl, this is an honorific title."

"Don't."

Ji Ziye interrupted the small talk between the two: "Xianzun, you say you know?" ”

Mao Mei casually took Su Lingjing's tiramisu and explained while taking a sip: "I guessed." According to my speculation, most of the people who use such methods are people from the Demon Dao. There are very few demons in the world, and very few of them are weak, and they don't have that ability. You say you saw her being teleported away, describe the color of the teleportation array you saw. ”

"The pattern is very complex, it's purple."

"That's right, the purple teleportation arrays are all cross-border. Those who meet these points are only those from the Demon Realm. If you don't dislike the old intelligence from two thousand years ago, the Silence of the Demon Realm Snow Captivity Palace is the most likely. He has been peering at the Nether Mirror for a long time, and he also has this ability. ”

"Silence," Ji Ziye pondered for a moment, "I wonder if Immortal Venerable would be interested in accompanying him." ”

"The deity is trying to go to the Demon Realm to smash a bastard, and the speed of time in the Demon Realm is different from that of the human world. The deity calculates, girl, give you four months, and if you reach the blue level, you can barely take you to the demon realm. ”

"Huh?" Blue level! What are you kidding, she is only at the green level now, and she has recently spent all her time learning the fourth form of the sword technique, and she can't take care of the improvement of her spiritual power at all. "Why am I going to the Demon Realm?"

"The deity's contract master must be as strong as the deity, this is the deity's requirement, otherwise your fate will be miserable." The cat charm drank her coffee as if it were threatening.