Qi Kuo rubbed his arm and grinned: "Why are you so ruthless?" ”

He just sneaked in, and He Lingjiang's blow made a lot of effort.

"Didn't I prepare a room for you, why did you sneak out?" He Lingjiang glanced at him coldly, "Without my permission, the study and the inner room are not allowed to enter at will. If there is a next time, I will not show mercy. ”

"Got it. Am I not alone and bored, and when I see that you are not asleep, I want to talk to you? ”

Qi Kuo rubbed to the table and reached out to touch the note she flipped on the table: "It's so late, what are you still looking at?" ”

He still didn't have a long memory, He Ling Jiang's face was like frost, and the wind was used as a blade, and he slashed at his outstretched right hand.

The ulnar was in pain, and immediately retracted his right hand.

Even if he withdrew his hand in time, a cut was still made in his palm by the wind blade with the power of Xuanshi, and pale pink blood came out.

He gasped lightly and shook his hand slightly, and the blood on his hand dripped onto the paper.

He Ling Jiang frowned, and hurriedly reached out to wipe the blood stains on the back of the notepaper.

However, Qi Kuo is a ghost of Huang's father, and his blood is different from others, even if He Lingjiang reacts quickly enough, the blood still quickly soaks into the paper and spreads.

He Lingjiang's face became even colder: "You let me out!" ”

"Good, good." Qi Kuo knew that he had done something wrong, and he couldn't argue anymore, and he didn't even say a word about He Ling Jiang Fangcai ruthlessly cutting his palm.

If he really annoyed her, he couldn't even find someone to quarrel with.

He hung his head and went out the door, and just crossed the threshold with one foot, he heard another call from behind him: "Wait! ”

When he turned around, he saw He Lingjiang staring at the paper on the table with his eyebrows twisted, not knowing what he was looking at.

The palm-sized piece of paper was blurred after seeping into the pale pink blood.

He Lingjiang's heart moved, and he looked up at the ruler: "I promise to borrow your blood." ”

When Qi Kuo heard this, she almost jumped up, she cut her palm and didn't say anything, now she still has to ask herself to borrow blood?

He covered his wounds and shook his head again and again: "No." The blood of our Yellow Father and Ghost is very precious. ”

There is no such thing as bloodshed, but because the ghost of Huangfu is a half-ghost and a half-god, it does not only exist as a soul, but also can turn into a condensed body, and naturally there is blood.

But this blood is all condensed by their soul power, and every bit of it is very precious.

He Lingjiang changed his previous cold color, and his face was full of soft color: "Just borrow a little, it won't hurt." ”

Her expression was really no different from that of the seduce children.

Qi Kuo was trembling by her eyes, and refused solemnly: "Is this a question of whether it hurts or not?" ”

"Oh? So what do you want to do? He Lingjiang's eyes narrowed, rubbing the paper with hidden handwriting, this blood, she must have to borrow.

"How?" The ruler outline was on the board, pointing at her and asking, "You can't be soft, can't you think of being hard?" ”

He Lingjiang grinned and smiled softly: "How come?" I'm so reasonable, but I'm not the kind of person who takes it by force. ”

"I think you are!" Qi Kuo was so angry with her laughter that he couldn't wait to run away immediately.

"Not really." He Lingjiang smiled, his face was serious and sincere, "How boring it is to use force directly." I, the man, usually convince people with reason first. If you don't listen, then ......"

She didn't mean what she said, but Qi Kuo understood, and he went into the mouth of the tiger this time and sent it to the door.

"It's not that I won't give it to you, this blood is the soul power of our Yellow Father's ghost, just like the vitality of your Xuanshi, if it is damaged, it will not be able to be cultivated for a long time."

"Twenty demons, how?" He Ling Jiang said.

"What?" The ulnar profile was a little unresponsive.

"Aren't you Yellow Father ghosts fond of ghosts, and they can also help you recover your soul power." He Lingjiang lightly tapped the notepad, "You lend me a few drops of blood, and I promise to catch twenty evil ghosts for you." Is it feasible? ”

Nowadays, the politics are peaceful, and the entire territory of the Great Zhou is barely called Shanghai Yanheqing, but it is not the troubled times where hundreds of ghosts are rampant.

Although he loves ghosts, the ghosts that can be caught at the moment are also limited, and it is difficult to feast on them.

His eyes lit up: "Are you telling the truth?" ”

I heard that they are Xuanshi, and there are also formations such as the ghost attracting array, if He Lingjiang is willing to make a move and catch a hundred ghosts, it is not difficult to think about it.

Follow her, there is meat to eat!

Qi Kuo swallowed his saliva and confirmed again: "You don't want to lie to ghosts. ”

He Lingjiang glanced at him: "What do you do, I have always only lied to people." ”

Yes! Borrow it, borrow it, exchange a few drops of blood for twenty evil ghosts to eat, and he won't lose!

Qi Kuo rolled up his sleeves and handed his arm forward as if he was dead: "Take it!" ”

He Lingjiang took a tea cup, pulled it over his palm, and condensed the blade in his hand, and he was about to go with a knife.

He closed his eyes and shouted, "You tap, tap." ”

He hadn't suffered a flesh injury for decades, so today he was careless, and she saw blood through the hole.

"I haven't done it yet, you are a yellow father ghost, why are you so afraid of pain?" He Lingjiang couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you want to try the taste of being cut by someone who hasn't broken your skin for decades?"

Thinking about him, he can be regarded as a tyrant among ghosts, and ordinary Xuanshi has no way to take him, and now he has broken his skin and seen blood, it still hurts.

"Not really." He Lingjiang spread out his palm and condensed his blade down, "I, there are many cases of broken skin and injuries, and there is really no need to try it......"

This is a sword with magic power, the ruler's face was wrinkled, and he opened his eyes and asked her: "You little lady, how can you get injured so often?" ”

"As a Xuanshi, along the way, there are naturally a lot of sinisters. If you want to cultivate a body of mana, you can't do it without going through the wind and frost sword......"

He Lingjiang smiled lightly, squeezed his hand slightly, and immediately grinned in pain, and the light pink blood dripped into the cup, and after a while, it was nearly half a cup.

He Lingjiang put his fingers together, drew a blood condensation talisman in the air, and slapped it into his palm.

Qi Kuo held his right palm, which was no longer bleeding, and was quite resentful: "What about borrowing only a few drops?" ”

"A few large drops." He Ling Jiang shook the teacup filled with blood lightly, "Aren't I afraid that if it's not enough later, I'll have to row you again?" ”

The ruler pouted, closed or for him?

She was sure, didn't she covet the rarity of the blood of the Yellow Father and Ghost, so she deliberately took the opportunity to squeeze some more?

"Twenty demons, don't forget."

"Remember."

He Lingjiang spread the paper on the table, then took off the brush on the pen holder, dipped it slightly in the lamp, and the tip of the pen was instantly stained with blood.

She smeared a pen on the back of the paper, and as the pen fell, the light pink blood quickly seeped into the paper and disappeared, and the original pale yellow paper surfaced with traces of pen and ink.

When the entire sheet of paper was smeared, the blood stains disappeared, and a very finely drawn landscape map appeared.

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