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Yang Muqing was unmoved, stood up in front of Murong Cao, and fought fiercely with the drunken bees.

Why did things turn out the way they did?

This woman can always do things that she didn't expect.

The originally empty mourning hall suddenly became overcast, and the flags were flying, which was gloomy.

It's a pity that no one appreciates it.

"I can't go, you can't stop it."

Murong Cao looked at Yang Muqing's posture coldly, defending more than attacking, the clothes on his body were torn from time to time, and there were traces of blood oozing, which didn't look like he had a chance of winning at all.

"You believe me!"

Although Yang Muqing's elegant body was sluggish, he had already made up his mind to protect Murong Cao's safety.

No matter what it takes him.

An arm, a leg, a life, even a soul, it's all at will.

When this idea was first born, he was subconsciously startled, when did they start to have such a deep bond between the two?

"Then trust me."

Murong Cao said word by word, in a rare serious tone.

How could Yang Muqing not hear that this sentence was actually a commanding tone, gritted his teeth and weighed the situation in front of him, Murong Cao's proposal was indeed the best choice.

I had to compromise and say, "Okay, I believe in you, don't let me down!" “

"Don't worry."

Murong Cao tried his best to suppress the wine that kept going up, and his face was red with wine showing a proud and confident smile as always.

Yang Muqing turned sideways, and there was no barrier between the drunken bee and Murong Cao.

Murong Cao suddenly felt a cool breath rush from her neck into her body, making her tremble, unable to stand unsteadily, and sitting cross-legged on the ground.

In an instant, the drunken bee entered Murong Cao's body.

It was contented to wander in Murong Cao's body, and in its opinion, this was indeed an unusually perfect container, a highly fitting container that had been trained by alcohol.

Murong Cao seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection with it and could comprehend its "feelings", but a not so friendly smile appeared on her face.

The moment she drank the wine just now, she successfully hypnotized herself, forcibly instilling herself as a hopeless alcoholic.

The drunken bee is a kind of evil that is pinned on consciousness, and it also chooses the right container by exploring the consciousness of others, and when it explores Murong Cao's hypnotized consciousness, it mistakenly thinks it is true.

The "consciousness" exuded by the hypnotized person is often so firm that even he has to deceive himself, let alone an evil person who does not really have the ability to think?

She closed her eyes, gathered her mind, activated the wake-up mechanism, and pulled herself back from her hypnotic state.

As a result, the Drunken Bee finally discovered that this container, which had seemed perfect just now, suddenly became unfriendly, making it feel like it was being corroded by sober blood, and it couldn't help but rampage through Murong Cao's body.

"I'm here I go."

Yang Muqing warned loudly, seeing Murong Cao nodding, knowing that she was still competing with the drunken bee, and was not easily controlled by it, she relaxed a little, took out a stack of charms to seal Murong Cao's seven orifices, and took out a grass ring made of Lingchuan willow branches and placed it on top of her head, and the peach wood short sword in her hand drew a complex rune pattern in the air, and recited a secret spell that could subdue evil spirits in her mouth.

He cooperated with Murong Cao just right, and the drunken bee couldn't advance or retreat in Murong Cao's body, becoming more and more crazy, and the dead spirits it had eaten began to lose control.

The drunken bee's final struggle made Murong Cao very uncomfortable, it desperately found an exit in her body, causing her skin around her body to appear like earthworms swimming, and the pain made her body break out in a cold sweat, as if she had been salvaged from water, and a line of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, presumably her lips were bitten alive by her.

On weekdays, she would play in front of Yang Muqing for a long time if her fingers were cut, but now she experienced this kind of pain beyond the limits of the human body, but she didn't snort.

Yang Muqing felt very uncomfortable in his heart, but this was the last critical moment, not only could he not stop, but he could only cast spells more violently, giving the drunken bee the last heavy level.

After a stalemate of sticks of incense, Murong Cao's bulging skin finally calmed down into a delicate and smooth appearance.

She slowly opened her eyes, and like a nobody, she reached out and tore off the charm that was stuck to her face.

Yang Muqing took out a crystal clear white gourd and collected the dead spirits scattered around that had been eaten by drunken bees.

"Phew, it's finally done." Murong Cao looked at Yang Muqing with a clear look in his eyes, revealing a victor's smile.

Yang Muqing couldn't laugh, and closed the lid of the gourd without saying a word, the expression on his face was as cold as a block of ice.

Because no one knows to him, Murong Cao's current body is completely at the end of a strong crossbow.

This spell was applied to living people, especially hurting the body, which was why he firmly disagreed with Murong Cao acting as a "fake container" at first.

As for Wu Bo, a big man, he always has rough skin and thicker meat.

"I'm tired."

Sure enough, Murong Cao didn't wait for him to teach him a lesson, and the tiredness and hidden drunkenness after the confrontation all came up, and he fell asleep.

Yang Muqing first carried Murong Cao back to the car and set him up, and then sent Wu Bo, who was so drunk outside the door, back to the room, and asked his family to tell him that the matter was in order.

From the mouth of his family, he learned by the way that Wu Bo also began to drink heavily after his career failed three years ago, but he hid it well, and others didn't know about it, so Murong Cao couldn't inquire about it.

By the time Murong Cao woke up at the Soul Asking Center, it was already noon the next day.

"Don't do such a dangerous thing next time."

Yang Muqing's appearance when he said this was almost a little fierce, and the unhealed scars on his face were also quite embellished, but the white porridge in his hand made him exude a gentle aura all over his body, so this sentence did not have the deterrent power he imagined at all.

"Hmm."

Murong Cao responded perfunctorily, quietly glanced at the bright red scar on his face, and thought to himself that he must not leave a scar, lest he not like it in the future.

But why does Yang Muqing still look pretty when he has an extra scar on his face? Heaven is not fair.

"Don't get distracted, remember what you said."

Yang Muqing reminded again to confirm.

Murong Cao smiled and nodded, but she knew in her heart that if something like this happened again, she would still make the same choice.

She pushed Wu Bo out because she didn't want innocent people to be in danger.

She pushed herself to the forefront because it was better for her to fight herself than to let Yang Muqing have an accident.

At this time, it is natural to start from oneself, and naturally end with oneself.

What's more, deep in her heart, Yang Muqing is a partner, an ally, and a special existence.

An existence that is not the same as the rest, but is no less important.