"Poof—"

In a small temple, a woman wearing a veil spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was terrifying. Her closed eyes slowly opened, and the blood on her lips reflected the bewitching mandala on half of her face, which looked so eerie.

wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and Wenren Xuexi snorted coldly: "Smell a thousand people, count yourself as bearable!" ”

Spiritualism requires the caster's mental power to be extremely strong, to make the dreamer think that the dream world is real, if the dreamer's mental power is too strong, and he refuses to believe in the dream created by the caster, the caster will be counterattacked!

Wen Ren Qianjue has been hesitating in his dreams, feeling that something is wrong.

In the case of her suspicions, if she is beaten to death in the dream, not only will she not really die, but she will wake up! So Wenren Xuexi has to feed her the abortion pill by herself!

Wenren Xuexi hated her, hated her so much, she believed that Wenren also hated herself.

Only hatred can make her forget that she is in a dream for a while, and concentrate on dealing with herself. I didn't expect ...... Or failed...... In addition to the covenant with the night, she also has a contract with the ghosts.

If something happens to her, the ghosts will forcibly intervene and appear in the dream to help her.

But after a while, you will wake up.

She still hasn't practiced her dementorship until home!

Wenren Xuexi bit her lip and kept running her hand along her chest, and the blood on her lips overflowed again. I don't want to believe this fact. She hates it so much! She can't kill Wen Ren Qianjue immediately, she's uncomfortable!

This time when she didn't succeed, she suffered a backlash, and if she wanted to kill her with soul magic, she would have to wait for a long time.

Suddenly, in her demonized eyes, the light flickered......

There's another way!

When the master taught her the soul dementorship, he also taught her a formation, which can be called the soul dementor array when used with the soul dementorship!

Wenren Xuexi stood up, bit his fingertips, and drew an extremely fierce array on the ground with blood.

At the same time, the eight characters of the birthday of the people who heard thousands of people were written in blood and burned.

Suddenly an extraordinary light appeared on the dementor array, blue and terrifying.

On the side of the Night Palace, the housekeeper obviously saw that Wen Ren's face was just a little better, and he turned white sharply in an instant, and his heart stopped beating for a moment......

Somehow, this woman has always been strong and not pitiful.

Once something happens, others can't help but worry about her...... The butler slowly injected the last trace of internal force left by His Royal Highness Seventh when he was leaving into Wen Qianren's body......

In a dream.

Everything was silent. Everything that Wen Qianjing had just seen swirled and became the last thing he saw before he fainted.

When she woke up in a daze, a pure black sedan chair stopped in front of her.

I don't know what material the sedan chair is made of, and it is extremely luxurious!

"Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

An indifferent voice came out of the sedan chair, like an ancient musical instrument, solemn and heavy, as if it had its own echo. Unspeakably good.

The dark guard was silent, but his whole body stiffened!

"I want to live."

Wen Ren's body swayed, and he couldn't stand anymore. But a pair of hellish eyes lifted slightly, and through the broken hair on his forehead, it seemed that he had come out of hell.

She sneered, almost squeezing out between her teeth: "But I won't rely on people like you!" ”

She didn't know who the person in front of her was, such a gorgeous black sedan chair, maybe it was a scumbag and a who came to see her jokes, right? They don't think about it!

The Dark Guard is sweating!

Does this stupid woman know who she's talking to?!

"Oh?"

A long, pleasant voice came out of the black sedan chair again, paralyzing her nerves like poppies.

Wen Ren Qianjue had exhausted all his strength, and his body fell to the ground with a shake, fainting.

"Give her some internal strength, and the rest is up to her." The person in the sedan chair commanded lightly.

That's it. The master still wants to help her?

The dark guard didn't dare to guess casually, so he could only do as he was told.

Before she lost consciousness completely, she seemed to see the black sedan chair leave, and when she left, the curtains flickered, and half of her peerless face disappeared suddenly......

Not long after the black sedan chair left, a cyan figure landed beside Wen Qianjue. The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, with outstanding demeanor, white hair and white eyebrows, like falling snow.

"Idiot."

Wen Ren Qianjue felt a surge of heat pouring in from the back of his heart, his whole body warmed up, and the voice in his ears was very good, as cold as snow on the mountain: "Go back to Kunling Mountain with the poor road." ”

The scene in the dream is reversed, and it is already four years later......

A secluded place in Kunling Mountain.

At this moment, the wolf demon pounced fiercely! Senior Brother Qianjue didn't dodge or dodge, and a green blade was proudly shining, and it stabbed straight into the wolf demon's brain! ”

"Wow......"

Several girls in Taoist robes had crimson faces, and they were excited to hear it.

"And then, and then?"

The little boy standing on the jade steps was wearing a Taoist robe, shaking his head and smiling very slyly: "I want to know what the future holds, and at this hour tomorrow, continue to listen." ”

"How is this so......"

"It's just that every time I stop at the most critical moment."

Although the girls are a little depressed, they are still looking forward to tomorrow's story.

Before entering this mountain gate, they had heard the name of the senior brother of Qianjue. In addition to violence and peace, it is rumored that this person is even more handsome as a fairy, how good it would be if he could meet him!

Da-da-da-da.

"Sisters, don't leave yet, the story, of course, can't be heard in vain." The little Taoist boy jumped down the stone steps and walked over with a small basket.

Looking closely, the little Taoist boy was as white and tender and lovely as the dough, and when he smiled, the two dimples bloomed like pear blossoms.

The eyes as big as a cat's pupils are as black as they're

Plums, brewing cunning.

The white and tender little chubby hand is still knocking on the basket, and the immature children's voice is crisp: "It's time to charge~"

"Oops, it's so cute and cute!" Although they were very dissatisfied with Xiaodao Tong cutting off the story, in the face of such a beautiful little cute thing, the girls still liked it very much, and they took out their broken silver and threw it in the basket.

A young girl couldn't help but reach out and pinch Xiao Daotong's face.

"Tsk." Xiao Daotong squinted his eyes and wittily dodged the outstretched hand: "Master Dao, I only sell my hue, not my body." ”

The tugging little form provoked another scream.

Seeing that he had made a lot of money, Xiao Daotong's eyes were bent into crescents.

Kunling Mountain is covered with snow all year round, clouds and mist, and it seems to be out of the world.

Between the clouds and mist, it seemed that a figure was approaching......

"Shhhh

With a loud whistle, a cyan figure floated in mid-air with a sword blade, and appeared in front of them through the clouds.

The inky straight hair was tied up by a white jade crown, and the ink-like eyes were glowing with dots. Standing diagonally on the blade of the sword three feet above the ground, extremely steady. He also carried a wine gourd in his hand.

"Nanachihan, don't tell me, you're just playing with your sisters."

The person raised his eyebrows slightly, his slender eyebrows went into his sideburns, and his cold and evil eyes were a little playful, ridiculing the little Taoist boy.

The colander was suddenly hidden behind him.

Qihan blinked his dark eyes, carried two small arms like tender lotus roots, and pretended to look at the person innocently: "Huh? Senior Brother Qianjue, didn't Grandpa Zixu say that he was looking for you? ”

The second apprentice of Zixu Shangxian and the last apprentice - Senior Brother Qianjue!

The little junior sisters who had just started had never seen him yet, and they couldn't help but feel their hearts beating at first glance. This person is really as handsome as the legend, and there is a ruffian aura in the fairy wind bones.

It's inexplicably tempting.

Taking advantage of the time when Senior Brother Qianjue was surrounded, Nanachi rubbed to the side, trying to slip away.

A hand crossed over the crowd and lifted his collar with unmistakable accuracy: "Want to run?" ”

"Hey, hey." Qifan hurriedly shook his head, his little head shook like a rattle: "Don't be angry, mother, I didn't run away." ”

"Mother?!" The little junior sisters gasped, the senior brother is obviously a man.

The senior brother in front of him is none other than the one who was scolded by thousands of people many years ago and almost died on the street.

In the ruined temple, Wenren Xuexi closed his eyes and sat in the fierce soul dementor array, still using soul dementorship despite the injuries on his body!

This time, she broke through the taboos of previous spiritualism and weaved a new story in the dream. Let Wenren Qianjie pretend to be a man, with the identity of a high apprentice, the teacher is like a fairy, treat her like his own daughter, and give her a child!

Women always have a natural motherhood for their children, and with the bond of children, she can't help but not sink! Wenren Xuexi decided that the person who showed her face in the dream this time must be the person around Wenren Qianjue who was good to her.

She has already suffered a loss once and will not eat again.

The best way is to make people believe it first! After believing it, she will kill again, and it will be easy to do!

In a dream......

"Mother?!" The little junior sisters gasped, the senior brother is obviously a man.

Qifan didn't explain, and rubbed hard in Wen Qianji's arms: "Mother, mother, mother, mother, people don't pester their sisters, they like to bring rice and play with rice." ”

"Smell people's seven meals. Don't change the subject. ”

She picked up her son's small chin, extremely handsome: "Are you secretly collecting money behind your mother's back again?" ”

Wen Renqi's big eyes blinked back and forth, and finally reluctantly took out the small basket from his back, and flattened his mouth: "Huh." It's all here. ”

"Good."

Handsomely rubbed his son's head, Wen Renqian did not hesitate to confiscate all the broken silver: "It's useless for a child to take so much money.

Wen Ren Qihan's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that his mother was so shameless.

That's the money he got by selling his hue!

The eyes of the little sisters around them had already become peachy, and they didn't notice the "senior brother's" action of collecting money at all.

"Senior sisters, Qifan has caused you trouble."

Raising her eyes, a smile welled up on her lips.

The junior sisters were instantly indulged in it, and would only smirk and say no, no. By the time they had recovered from that evil smile, the big and the small had already gone away.

Sandalwood burned in the Purple Star Temple.

Behind the curling green smoke, a purple-clothed Zixu Shangxian stood alone.

"Qianjue, you're drinking."

"Nope." Wen Ren touched his lips, strange, obviously he had wiped the wine stains clean outside.

Zixu Shangxian turned around slowly, with white hair and white eyebrows, but his face was young and handsome, as if time could not leave a little nick on that cold face: "...... You don't think that you can fool the teacher in this way, do you? ”

Seeing a hint of embarrassment between the eyebrows of the hearing people, Zixu Shangxian shook his head slightly: "Follow the teacher." ”

There was a blur in front of the water mirror, and Zixu Shangxian swiped his hands, and the ripples in the water mirror gradually became clear.

There are many lofts and prosperity as far as the eye can see.

Zixu Shangxian looked at the water mirror: "The capital has not been peaceful recently, and the demonic atmosphere is everywhere. Someone from the palace has been sent to retreat for the teacher, so you can go down for me. ”

In the dilapidated temple, Wen Ren Xuexi was smiling proudly. She believed it, and the next thing was to arrange for her to return to the capital, and then kill her in one fell swoop!

Right now!

The corners of the eyes jumped when I smelled the snow tide! A vague shadow suddenly appeared in front of him: "Smelling people and snow tides......" The voice of the shadow is mixed with the voices of countless people, and it can't hear the truth and reality, it only makes people feel endlessly terrifying!

"Master?!" Smell the snow tide and lose your voice.