"Geji."

Fang Sheng took a step forward. Hearing this, the man also slowly walked towards Fang Sheng.

A pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, sword eyebrows, eagle nose, thin lips, and a son's face, the corners of the mouth seem to be slightly raised; The long ink-colored hair was half-draped, fixed with a dark blue flowing blood hosta; He was wearing a black robe embroidered with various strange patterns. His face was pale and bloodless. It is a merry flow of its own.

"Lord-sama." Fang Sheng made a gesture to the underworld yin official in front of him, and his slightly bent waist did not straighten up.

Ji Si looked at Fang Sheng with a smile, and when he lowered his eyes, he could see the ebony hairpin on Fang Sheng's head, and he didn't speak, as if he was more patient than anyone else.

Fang Sheng didn't hesitate to grind, after all, the time for the ghost door to open was only one hour, and once the hour passed, a hundred ghosts returned, and the ghost door was closed!

"Lord Jisi, Fang Sheng wants to take Amiens's soul." Fang is humble and humble, but his speech is also firm, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Amian ......" Jiji paused with a smile, and stared at Fang Sheng with a pair of peach blossom eyes, "Who is it?"

"Your Excellency. Amiens, a native of Tanglin, has been gone for four years, and was twenty-eight years old when he died. Fang Sheng knew that as a Yin official who controlled the souls of the dead, he could know all the circumstances of the life of the souls without asking at all, and he also knew why the brothers asked him like this......

Tsuji smiled when he heard this. "Wife? As far as this official knows, the Amiens in your mouth has never been married?" His gaze seemed to be on Fang Sheng, and he never looked away.

Fang Sheng had no expression, but he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. "Yes. It was Fang Sheng who owed Amiens. ”

"I owe...... So, what about Ukitaki?" Geji's voice seemed to be a little stiff.

Fang Sheng was still in a slightly bowed posture and did not raise his head. “…… Non-fate. It's my fault. ”

Half-silent, Ji Si seemed to have stared at Fang Sheng enough, and finally looked away and retracted his gaze. Fang Sheng always lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and his face was expressionless.

Geji turned sideways, took two steps and smiled. "After so many years, I still have a paralyzed face. However, you have been stubborn. ”

Fang Sheng didn't speak, and he didn't move.

Ji Si's smile retracted, and his eyes were cold. "Why should I let you take Amiens's soul? You know, it's my duty as a Yin official to control the souls of the dead!"

"Just because you are an adult who controls the soul of the dead, the adult will help Fang Sheng take away Amien's soul." Fang Sheng bowed and replied calmly.

"Oh, that's good. Today's Halloween, a hundred ghosts go out for a night tour, you go out to find it yourself. Geji continued to look cynical.

The adult laughed. Amiens is no longer a new soul and cannot get out. Fang Sheng deepened his bowing movements, "Please also ask for help!" Fang Sheng is grateful!"

"Hehe~ Wow." Ji Si turned back to stare at Fang Sheng, "I want half of your peach heart!"

"I know that you were originally a 10,000-year-old peach tree spirit, and you were willing to give up immortal dao for Amiens. You can take Amien's soul with you, but I want you to give me half of your peach heart. In addition, even if Amiens is resurrected, she is only a mortal, and her memory will not be complete, and after she is at the end of her life, you must volunteer to be my servant. ”

Ji Si stared at Fang Sheng, his lips were thin and cold, "These, you can do it?"

Fang Sheng straightened up, his moon-white robe swaying in the wind.

"Thank you."

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The hour has passed, and the ghost door is closed and disappears. Fang Sheng took the soul of Amian that he had retrieved, clutched his blood-red chest, and walked out of the fog step by step with difficulty. His face turned pale as if he had died! Bean-sized beads of sweat slipped down his sideburns.

After walking a short distance, Fang Sheng couldn't hold it anymore, leaning against a tree and falling weightlessly! Before he passed out, Fang Sheng held the special utensils containing Amien's soul that he had just taken back, and a happy smile bloomed on his cold face for ten thousand years, like a childish child, and like a few pink peaches that slowly bloomed after the ice and snow melted.

Consciousness was scattered, as if he saw Amien's familiar smile......

"Amiens ......"

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