Later, she worked hard to grow up, worked hard to become stronger, and her hard work paid off, and when she grew up, she did not disappoint anyone, even in the beautiful Xiuzhen world, she still ranked first, and there were countless suitors, and finally she was kidnapped and dedicated to Song Jue in the form of a gift, knowing that the object was him, Wanyan never thought of escaping, and finally became his person as she wished, one of the hundreds of women.

They all share the same fate, a bargaining chip to curry favor with him and hope to get asylum.

Song Jue accepted it all, but never stepped into the harem of the beautiful people, they were like canaries trapped in a gorgeous cage, independent residence, day after day, year after year, even the open and secret battles between mortals were saved, as time went by, those women with longing began to can't stand to flee and die in the mouths of the guarded beasts.

Can't wait, can't go.

In the mood for love, she is as beautiful as a flower, but in this way she loses the happiness she should have.

Wanyan's ordinary life was broken by Lian Minghan who appeared later...

"It turned out to be alive."

This murmur was annoyed, but it was cold to the bottom of my heart, the thoughts drifting in the smoke came to an abrupt end, and the affection in my eyes quietly disappeared.

Wanyan suddenly hooked her lips and sneered: "Does God feel sorry?" “

Regrets?

Never.

It was a miracle that he was still alive under the cover of his soul-destroying spiritual power.

What's more, this woman shouldn't have provoked Jiu'er.

Song Jue didn't say a word, raised his hand slightly, and Wanyan's body moved forward uncontrollably and fell into his hand, the hand was distinctly jointed, the thumb and middle finger pinched her temple, and the spiritual power slowly penetrated into the other party's sea of knowledge, but the person in his hand disappeared in an instant.

Song Jue pursed his lips and stood with his head down, but Wanyan's voice came from all directions.

"It's her fate to escape today, unless God waits for her eyes, if Ji Jiu'er has a chance to take advantage of it, I will take advantage of it. Hehe... What I can't get, you can't get, hahaha..."

The wind gradually subsided, but the rolling clouds did not stop.

"The Holy Maiden of Light..."

No wonder that person would put the Spirit Orb into her sea of consciousness to supply, its pure light ability healing power is extremely strong, if they hadn't come to Earth, wouldn't she have lived?

With a sneer in his heart, Song Jue opened his eyes lightly, and his eyes showed a solemn color for the first time.

At this moment, he knew that the soul messenger who had been secretly exploring in the past few days was actually the person named Wanyan, who was good at him, and Jiu'er...

It's even more unbearable than dealing with him.

What made him even more unbearable was that when he encountered irresistible danger again, the other party did not have the slightest intention of calling him!

Song Jue took a deep breath of air, pressed the irrepressible irritability in his heart, his thoughts turned a thousand times in an instant, his energy moved slightly, and his figure disappeared in place.

The snort of the sword into the flesh was in his ears, and there was a particularly touching smell of blood in the mixed stench, and his eyes hardly had to look for it, and he could catch her accurately in a mess of wretchedness.

There seems to be a manic and ferocious beast in her body, becoming a deadly warrior in the battle, indomitable, like a bamboo, the movement of the knife in her hand will have a mysterious sense of amazement every time she sees it, the stronger the fight, the more frustrated the more courageous, this is what he appreciates, and he also wanted her to become at the beginning, but at this time he is not happy to be optimistic, but his eyes hurt badly.

And the heart.

Now that he is coming back, Song Jue no longer has the will to throw people in the zombie group to hone.

He wants to guard her, protect her, what zombies, bases, survival crises, everything has nothing to do with her, why do you need to fight so hard?

Song Jue walked like the wind, Xingye found his arrival early, and as a light bulb, he naturally retreated sensibly at this time, and when he retracted his gaze, his master was already standing behind the little master.

Jiu'er's whole person was groggy, and it was with that idea to deal with these zombies, all the senses of smell and hearing were out of order, and she relied on the woman's unique sixth sense to feel that there was a breath fluctuation behind her, and she didn't think much about it.

The so-called first strike is strong and then the first attack suffers, and the strength is not enough, only skills can make up.

Her hands were instantly imprisoned, and then pressed against a warm chest.

"It's me."

Jiu'er stopped struggling in a daze, leaning on the other party's broad chest, the heartbeat like a pound had an unexpected soothing power, she breathed a sigh of relief, and listened to a sigh that seemed to be nothing, and kissed her hair with thin lips "Silly..."

The man's unique deep voice suddenly came into his ears, and Jiu'er's flustered heart calmed down in an instant, hugging him back for a long time.

All the uneasiness and fear, the strong armor, can finally be put down, leaning on the other party's shoulder.

It wasn't until his breathing was steady that he gently said, "Why are you here?" “

The sound of the urn is angry, mixed with a faint grievance, and it is even more coquettish.

Song Jue let go of his embrace, raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on her face, it was dry, the more he wiped it, the more he wiped it, he was reluctant to enlarge his strength, so he simply grabbed Jiu'er's hand and walked back: "Take you home." “

Go home...

In the last days, there is no home, but where there is him, it is home.

The same is true of Song Jue.

Jiu'er's injury is not serious, but it is definitely not light, after washing and cleaning the wound, she is too tired to even howl, tilting her head and only looking at Song Jue's expressionless face, indifferently rejecting people thousands of miles away, Jiu'er knows that he is angry, and as the time to clean the wound and treat it with light system is extended, it becomes deeper and deeper.

I wanted to say a few words to make him happier, but I couldn't hold back the thick tiredness and fell asleep.

That unconscionable appearance made Song Jue sulk for a while, and after a long time, he had no choice but to cover her with a thin blanket, turned around and left the room, the tenderness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and he was still Lord Song with sharp eyes.

"Master, little master she..."

"It's okay, I'm already asleep."

Song Jue walked out, Xingye breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that his master still looked deep, entered the room and stood in front of the window without saying a word, maybe he was thinking about something, Xingye nodded his head and was drowsy, but Song Jue's voice sounded suddenly.

"I already know who the soul messenger is."

……

When Jiu'er woke up, he had been exposed to the sun three times on the second day, and his body began to feel still after his energy was exhausted, and it looked sour and soft at this time, and the wound was almost recovered, but the muscles were strained a little seriously.

Rubbing her long hair, the beige curtains blocked the harsh light, Jiu'er withdrew her gaze, and the residual masculine breath in the room told her that Song Jue had not left.

She was wearing a slightly conservative set of long-sleeved pajamas with trousers, ice silk, champagne color, cool and slippery, very comfortable, but she didn't feel hot, so she didn't even bother to change her clothes and open the door to leave the room, and she gathered her breath and found the bedroom where Song Jue was by smell.

"Moving Jiu'er is enough for her to die, and it has nothing to do with whether she is a soul messenger or not."

Jiu'er's steps paused slightly, and his heart was slightly warm, but he was also stunned by the content of the words.

"Okay, then I'll keep an eye on it."

Song Jue stretched out his hand to stop, "Don't worry, you go to Zhihai to consolidate your cultivation, you don't dare to make a move in a short period of time." “

"Does the master want to?"

"The time is almost up, just these two days."

Jiu'er listened to what he said, Xingye nodded, and leaned lazily on the edge of the window, "But master, how could that Wanyan become a soul messenger..."The words fell and opened the door with a 'crunch', Jiu'er poked his head out and stared at the peach blossom eyes of the double hooked person, with a look of surprise, "Wanyan is a soul messenger?" “

This is as unbelievable as the relationship between her and Song Jue as husband and wife.

If the most disturbing thing for Jiu'er at the moment is the enemy and the corpse king in the shadows, it is this mysterious and powerful soul messenger, but now someone told her that the rival in love is the soul messenger she has in mind, and it's really...

The mold is blue.

She will leave suddenly, presumably because she senses that Song Jue is coming.

This woman has gathered the identity she feared the most so far, and even if she wants to break her head, Jiu'er can't figure out how she became a soul messenger.

Song Jue glanced at her lightly, and stopped the words that he wanted to talk about in the night warningly, and began to give an eviction order, "That's it, just keep an eye on it." “

Xingye: ...

Hehe, throw it off when it's used up, his master is now perfecting this trick, whether he is happy or sad.

Xingye left very quickly, almost every time he was with him, this man would deliberately break Xingye away, it was okay at first, and now he was embarrassed when he remembered Xingye's eyes when he left.

Song Jue opened his eyes and leaned back on the chair, bent his legs and looked at her without blinking, and after a while, he landed on the ancient ring whose color was becoming more and more magnificent, and he couldn't hide it.

If it weren't for the blood splashing and touching her consciousness, she wouldn't have been able to find out if she didn't take the initiative.

The pupils as deep as the sea are difficult to guess the emotion, but when you look at it from the bottom up, the squinting eyes are just right.

Except for the twenty-five or eighty-thousand, which he dragged at the beginning, Jiu'er rarely saw him like this, so he lowered his tone for a while, and leaned closer to sit opposite him, "You can answer me quickly when I just asked..."

Song Jue raised his eyebrows, "You can answer it, but before that, you answer me a question first." ”

Biting his lower lip, he was clear about what Song Jue was going to ask in his heart, he was speechless for a while, lowered his head and intertwined his hands, playing with his fingers boringly, his long hair hung down the side of his face, and under the thick curly eyelashes was a beautifully shaped lying silkworm, and his thin lips were slightly red, which was coveted.

Eating the marrow and knowing the taste, Song Jue's heart and mouth were hot, and a stream of heat flowed down from the spine and converged below the lower abdomen from all directions.

The more she couldn't control it, the more angry she was that she never thought of him when she was in crisis.

"Why didn't Wanyan look for me first when she looked for you? You know that if you call me, I will come. When the words fell, he sighed, "If it weren't for the ancient precepts, you wouldn't have told me until you died." ”

The deterrence of those eyes was too strong, and there was a sense of oppression that could not be hidden, Jiu'er raised her eyes lightly, and said in a relaxed tone, "Because I know that I won't die." ”

Song Jue's eyes narrowed, the cold air rushed out, and asked rhetorically, "What do you think?" ”

This answer was obviously unsatisfactory, but Jiu'er couldn't come up with a better sentence, and said vaguely, "The matter is over, I will never do this next time, can you answer me first?" ”