Face?

Most women care very, very much about their faces, and the Fourth Princess is no exception.

Si Nianwen subconsciously touched his right cheek with his left hand.

The stickiness of one hand made Si Nianwen scared.

Pushing Zuo Yichen away, Si Nianwen rummaged around on the table in the dormitory.

"Mirror, mirror......"

Si Nianwen rummaged left and right, breaking a lot of objects on the table.

Zuo Yichen didn't react, standing in place, indifferently watching Si Nianwen's movements.

Find, find.

The more anxious you are, the faster the corrosive force will work.

There were no mirrors in his room in the first place.

Besides, why do monks need mirrors?

If you really have to look at your own face and cover your body with spiritual breath, won't you be able to see it?

Is this considered a rush to the doctor? A dignified ghost has even forgotten such a simple truth.

"Mirror, mirror......"

Si Nianwen searched everywhere, but she couldn't find anything that could reflect her face, but she could already clearly feel that the wet things on her face were flowing down the contours of her face.

Why did it flow? She didn't cry, she didn't get hurt.

What exactly is that?!

Why didn't she feel a trace of pain or something?

"Mirror, mirror!"

Si Nianwen shouted anxiously, her hands stirred back and forth on the table, and all the things on Zuo Yichen's table were touched to the ground by her rude movements.

But Zuo Yichen didn't stop it, and still watched all this happen quietly like a wooden man.

Be manic, crazy.

This is just the beginning.

Zuo Yichen's eyes were cold, but the anger in his heart was tyrannical.

"Zuo Yichen, what the hell have you done!"

Si Nianwen, who couldn't find the mirror, suddenly seemed to remember that there was a Zuo Yichen in the room, turned around, rushed to Zuo Yichen in two or three steps, and shook his arms tightly.

Zuo Yichen reluctantly focused his eyes on the face of the fourth princess.

"Tsk, this king advises you not to look for it. ”

The face was almost covered with corrosive power, and even the lips that should have been bright red were pitted, and flakes of white light glistened on the purple carrion.

It was the blood that seeped out of the spiritual veins and the cultivation.

Zuo Yichen's corrosive power is not only corrosive on the surface, but also the cultivation in those spiritual veins, of course.

Zuo Yichen sneered, his figure flashed back, leaning back against the window of the dormitory, leaning back slightly.

The window was easily slammed open.

The strong light entered, and the corrosive power intensified the penetration, and the fourth princess only felt that at the moment when the light shone in, her face seemed to be burned by the fire, and it hurt hotly. 、

"Ah!!!!!!!h

Si Nianwen reflexively covered her face with her hands, but the moment she touched it, the sticky liquid on her face unexpectedly stained her palms.

Not only that, the pain was even more intense, Si Nianwen was so painful that he couldn't stand firmly, and he accidentally slid towards the table on the side.

There was still some paper left on the table, and Si Nianwen's face was pasted on it.

When she felt the black and purple in front of her crawling all over her eyelashes, Si Nianwen was so frightened that her feet softened, and she fell backwards like this.

The moment she fell, the paper that stuck to Si Nianwen's face, with the black and purple color, floated from the table into the air and fell on her again.

Si Nianwen was stunned, and for a while the pain was forgotten by her.

Si Nianwen grabbed the paper, trembled and turned over his hand, looking at the black purple in the palm of his hand, tears fell out irrepressibly.

The tears slid down his cheeks, collected on his chin, and fell densely onto the paper, blurring the water in circles and making the places that had been stained black and purple seem to have been washed away, and they were restored to some translucency.

But on the white paper stained with tears, it was obvious that black and purple had been washed away, round and round.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!h

Si Nianwen squeezed the white paper tightly with both hands and slapped it heavily on himself, again and again, raising and patting it again.

That is, this time and again, the speed of the leakage of ghost power in the body accelerated, and after a while, Zuo Yichen's bedroom was filled with a thick layer of ghost qi, which penetrated out towards the doors and windows, but the most was in the direction of the window.

But today is a good day, the sun is in full bloom outside, and the ghost power has just gone out of the window.

In the harem of the Great Apocalypse, the number of ghost clans is not a few, and with such a strong ghost power leaking, some uncontrolled imps are already ready to move.

Si Nianwen is the ghost general Yiyuan, and the ghost power in her body can't be cleaned up by leakage for a while, although she is now going out in a disfigured state of collapse, but she can't be sure what will happen in a while.

Zuo Yichen struck while the iron was hot, picked Si Nianwen up from the ground, and threw it directly out of the window.

Originally, if she was exposed to the sun under the sun, ordinary ghost clans would have some difficulty, although Si Nianwen was a ghost general, and it was no problem to walk under the sun at normal times, but at this time, her ghost power had leaked at least one-tenth, plus her mental state was not very good, and when she was suddenly sunburned like this, gray smoke rose on her face.

It was the trace of the disappearance of the ghost power in the spiritual veins that had been scorched by the sun.

When some of the little ghosts saw this, they were a little scared at first and didn't dare to approach, but the wail of the memory ghost covering his face was really miserable, and a ghost with a cultivation slightly higher than the other little ghosts walked over with courage.

"Lord Oni General...... Are you alright?"

How could Si Nianwen have the kung fu to pay attention to him, the pain on his face was even worse than in the dormitory, the severe pain completely overshadowed the voice of the ghost man, Si Nianwen didn't hear what he was saying at all, and he didn't even notice that someone was approaching.

"Lord Oni?"

The little ghost tentatively pushed Yiyuan, and then took a few steps back, but found that Yiyuan didn't do anything to him at all, but still covered his face and rolled on the ground in pain.

Seeing that the opportunity could not be missed, the little imp soldier threatened the little imps in the distance to go up together.

In just a few dozen breaths, Yiyuan was dragged to the shade of the tree by those little ghosts and ate it......

The little ghosts rely on the ghost power to cultivate too slowly, if they can eat the flesh and blood of high-level ghost warriors and even ghost generals, the growth rate of cultivation is not comparable to other little ghosts.

There was only a difference of time between the two teas, and those little ghosts all improved their cultivation, and the ghost warrior was at the stall where those little ghosts had just advanced to ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers, and their cultivation was not stable, so they killed them all.

Slowly, as if eating some kind of feast, he took out a knife and cut the skin of those ghost clans little by little.

(End of chapter)