Ling Qian'er endured the thoughts in her heart, and forced herself to calm down: "Naturally, your expression is wrong, and you want to see me and pretend to look around, which means that you already know who I am." ”

"That's it alone?"

"When I can't see the truth in front of me clearly, I usually follow my instincts, and this old eunuch must be strange if not a murderer. Oh, it's just that I didn't expect that it would be His Excellency the Ghost King who pretended to be a eunuch and killed people for fun in this deep palace. After Ling Qian'er finished speaking, she gave him another fierce look.

Yes, I miss him very much, I think of him in my dreams, I think about each other's company in the past three years, and I also remember the last goodbye to the black cicada.

I was tormented by this love and hate repeatedly every night, and I couldn't let go of this obsession in my heart until now.

"I have nothing to do with you anymore. Lingqian'er told herself over and over again in her heart.

The black cicada said: "It's not me who killed these mortals, a while ago, Nu Luo's personal maid was killed, and she also lost a blood spirit bead, so I lurked here to hunt down the murderer." ”

"Did the handmaid get sucked dry too?"

"Well, the death was like a dried corpse, and then it turned into white bones. ”

"And what clues did you find?"

The black cicada shook his head and said: "This murderer is not shallow, the ghost envoys I sent were all killed by him, and now I personally went out to disguise myself and chased him all the way from leaving the country to here, but I still couldn't catch him, he ran fast, but just now, he was obviously ......"

"Just now, you mean he hasn't gone far?" Ling Qian'er interrupted him.

"Well, I just took a closer look at the corpses, and they were all freshly drained. ”

Ling Qian'er held her chin in one hand and looked down to think, what kind of ghost needs to absorb people's essence, if the dead concubine came back to take revenge, then why did she go to the palace of a neighboring country to kill people?

The black cicada interrupted her thoughts and asked softly, "Is there a way to crack the hidden poison in your body?"

"What's your business?" Ling Qian'er replied in a raised voice.

When the two are in love, Ling Qian'er will inevitably play a little temper, and there is always some imperceptible tenderness in the seemingly indifferent eyes of the black cicada.

But now it's different, no matter what the black cicada says about it, to Ling Qian'er, it's hatred and disgust.

The black cicada ignored Ling Qian'er's indifferent attitude, as if she knew that she would be like this, and said to herself: "Zhou Immortal may have a way to suppress it, or he may find a way to completely cure this poison, you can go back to the ghost world with me......"

"Impossible, I said it a long time ago, from now on I am a stranger to you, and I have nothing to do with it, whether I am dead or alive has nothing to do with you. Lingqian'er puffed out her cheeks and glared at him, like an angry little goldfish.

The black cicada didn't say anything more, and slowly pulled out the fishbone belt from his waist, and the belt turned into a sword that shone with spiritual light. The sword resembled a fierce shaved fish, flat and sharp on one side and hard bones on the other, with sharp roots and shivering roots.

Get your hands dirty!

Ling Qian'er stuck the jade flute on her waist, took out the Lingyun fan and rushed to him in an instant.

She had never fought against the black cicada, and in the face of him, she didn't know whether she was evenly matched, or if she was caught by him within a few moves.

The black cicada is not polite at all, the offensive is fierce, and there is no mercy.

Ling Qian'er scolded in her heart: "This bastard is really ruthless, okay, if I can't beat you, I'll die in your hands." ”

Ling Qian'er directly met the fishbone sword, and there was still an inch away, the cold blade was about to cut her throat, so frightened that the black cicada's heart tightened, and the wrist turned slightly, and the fishbone sword slashed past Ling Qian'er's ear.

Ling Qian'er touched her ear, one of the earrings was missing, and she glared at him angrily and said, "This was given to me by Master." ”

She rushed over again, deliberately meeting the sharp blade, so that the ghost king could not attack, nor could she defend.

This girl is too thief.

The black cicada frowned, and the sword turned to point directly at Chen Jing and his party.

Hundreds of snow-white fish bones swam towards the enchantment, whether this little demon enchantment can withstand such a strong attack, Ling Qian'er really has no bottom in her heart.

Ling Qian'er threw the Lingyun fan above the barrier, and the fan kept spinning, and several white jade darts flew out of the fan bones, shattering the fish bones that swam over.

Fortunately, this Lingyun Fan is the best demon weapon, although there are many fish bones and high attacks, it does not let a single fish that slip through the net pass through the enchantment.

The black cicada suddenly jumped into the air and stretched out a hand, wanting to grab the Lingyun fan.

Ling Qian'er hurriedly put the Lingyun fan back, quickly put it into the treasure bag, and scolded loudly: "You bastard also want my master's fan." ”

The black cicada disappeared into the air in a flash, and Lingqian'er searched everywhere.

Suddenly, the cold fishbone sword crossed her throat, and the black cicada was already standing behind her unconsciously.

Ling Qian'er pulled out the jade flute on her waist to resist, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, she regretted it, and it was too late to regret it, and her five cold fingers sealed her demon veins with strong mana.

It turns out that this is the purpose of the black cicada.

"Shhhh

Ling Qian'er was so angry that she turned around and asked, "You sealed my demon vein?"

The black cicada raised his eyebrows, with a "yes and what" expression, and the fishbone sword turned back into a thin belt and wrapped around his waist.

Ling Qian'er covered her forearms and knelt on the ground with her head bowed.

The black cicada looked at her for a while, and asked coldly, "I just sealed your demon vein, how much pain can it be?"

Ling Qian'er didn't answer him, knelt on the ground and trembled slightly, and wiped away her tears.

The black cicada was startled, walked over quickly, squatted down and held her arm and asked, "Where are you uncomfortable?"

The next moment, I can't wait to pump myself with a big mouth.

Ling Qian'er hid a demon binding talisman in her cuffs at some point, and easily attached it to the black cicada.

Ling Qian'er kicked him in the chest with all her strength, and the black cicada took a few steps back, hitting the palace wall behind her, and then, like the old palace maid, was tied up by the five flowers and couldn't move anymore.

Ling Qian'er smiled proudly: "Haha, man, it's so easy to deceive." ”

The black cicada's face couldn't tell whether he was angry or regretted the ghost elf's way, but said calmly: "You'd better untie it for me, I just said, the evil didn't go far, if he appears at this time, I'm afraid you will become the next dry corpse." ”

Ling Qian'er said, "I'm afraid of that kind of inferior evil?"

The little jade flute was placed to his lips and played a "music", and many vague short figures gradually appeared around him.

Ling Qian'er wrinkled her eyebrows, her expression cold and fierce.

The black cicada looked at Ling Qian'er in front of her, and felt that she was so strange......

These dwarf figures are becoming clearer and clearer, four-legged wolves.

Unexpectedly, before he could fully appear, he suddenly disappeared, and the sound of the flute disappeared along with him.

A ghostly figure quietly appeared behind Lingqian'er.

Although the demon vein was sealed, Ling Qian'er still felt that something dangerous was approaching, and suddenly turned around with the jade flute in her hand and swung it towards the other party's face, which was undoubtedly hitting the stone with an egg.

"Be careful. The black cicada said urgently.

The other party leaned back and easily dodged, taking advantage of the situation to snatch the only weapon in her hand, the little jade flute.

Lingqian'er's right hand was grabbed by someone strongly, and before she could struggle, the red sword was placed around her neck.

The whole sword was red, as if it had just killed someone stained with blood, and the aura emitted was also dark red, and the person who came was about to cross it with a sword, but the next moment he was stunned.

He looked at Ling Qian'er blankly, seeing that she was dressed in red with snow-white skin, slightly frightened but very clear eyes, with a somewhat sickly but delicate baby face.

Why do you want to hurt her so much?

Indeed, this is not a bewitching face, five points aura, three points cute, two points melancholy, women will feel pity when they see it, let alone men.

The cold sword is on the side, Ling Qian'er is not afraid, the person who is going to die is going to die, when he dies, and who he dies in, it doesn't matter for a long time.

After waiting for a long time and not being cut throat, she slowly raised her head, and when she saw the person in front of her, her heart trembled unexpectedly.

He looked to be about twenty years old, tall and thin, wearing a white robe, a peony flower embroidered with gold thread on his chest, a concubine-colored green jade belt on his waist, a high-grade jade jade gourd hanging from it, and a dark blue coat with a great drape, and the neckline and cuffs were embroidered with silver thread with gorgeous water lines.

A head of silver hair like satin, shining in the sun, under the silk silver hair is a very beautiful face, round cheeks, pointed chin, high nose bridge, as if carefully outlined by a certain painter.

The soul-hooking peach blossom eyes always carry a touch of killing intent, which makes people indulge in it but dare not approach easily.

His skin was as white as Lingqian'er, like a flawless jade, and the two looked at each other like a pair of exquisite white porcelain dolls.

For the first time, Ling Qian'er felt that it was not impossible to describe a man as a country and a city.

Knock knock knock......

Is this the sound of a heartbeat?

Ling Qian'er said in her heart: "What's wrong with me? It's just a beautiful man, am I so useless?"

The sword was sheathed, and he reached out to touch Lingqian'er's face, which surprised her.

He has a handsome smile on his face, but there is a bit of murderous intent in this smile, as if he is talking and laughing with you at one moment, and he will laugh at you the next moment.

Lingqian'er felt that the outstretched hand was not to touch her face, but to pinch her neck, so she desperately hid back.

"Don't touch Qian'er with your dirty hands. The black cicada reprimanded.

His hand stopped in mid-air, turned to look at the black cicada, and gloated: "Yo, what's wrong with Your Excellency the Ghost King? I was trapped by this little demon talisman, wait, Qian'er? ”

"Who the hell is he, how can he know about me?" Ling Qian'er thought carefully, and couldn't remember if she had seen him before.

Also, such a beautiful man, if he has seen it, how can he not remember it?

His hand stretched forward and said with a smile: "Lingyun Fan, hand it over." ”

He was obviously laughing, but there was obviously a threat in his tone, which made people dare not disobey.

But Lingqian'er is not afraid, you have a good plan, I have a wall ladder.

She replied with a shallow smile: "Childe, it's not that I won't give it to you, as you can see, my demon vein is sealed, and the treasure bag can't be opened, and I can't take it out if I want to give it to you." ”

He smiled evilly: "In this case, then I can only wronged the girl to come to the cold house to sit." ”

Ling Qian'er sighed, she really didn't look at the yellow calendar when she went out, and glared at the black cicada fiercely.