The morning sun lazily floated from among the clouds, and gradually, wisps of golden light sprinkled from the sky, clearing the mist above the ground and beginning the day's journey.

There was a crisp and gloomy bird cry outside the window, and the handsome man sitting on the edge of the bed slowly opened his eyes, his brows still furrowed, as if he had a terrible nightmare.

The night sword frowned, and his deep eyes glanced at the ...... that was on his lap Leg!

Draw...... Feather...... Joan!

The eyes of the night became deeper and deeper, and suddenly, the other leg of the person next to him struck. He couldn't move, so he had to take this kick in aggrieved terms.

Damn it!

Painted Feather Joan was the first person to kick him with his foot since he was born!

If he hadn't been hit by his secret weapon, how could this leg that kicked him retract?

When he recovers, he will be begged to die......

"Ahh

A scream interrupted the night's thoughts.

Before she could wake up, she noticed a strong and angry aura around her, and she was so startled that she opened her eyes instantly. After seeing that demonic face clearly, it made her little heart jump to her throat, and she couldn't help but scream.

Why did this uncle run out again?

Is there not enough spiritual power in the space or is there not much space? Why do you have to run outside?

"Ahem, Holy Venerable, come out...... What's the matter? Hua Yuqiong quickly straightened her clothes and looked at the person sitting on the edge of the bed who seemed to be in an extremely bad mood.

However, the night of the festival just looked at her, without saying a word, and without twisting her neck.

What's wrong with this master?

Hua Yuqiong was stunned for a moment, and then saw the slender silver needle on the night of the sacrifice, and her eyes were slightly condensed.

Depend on!

Isn't that her silver needle?

How could it be rooted in the body of this big Buddha?

This location...... It seems to be still a fixed acupoint!

Hua Yuqiong smiled flatteringly, a trace of apprehension flashed with smiling eyes, and quickly stretched out his hand to pinch the silver needle, and boldly discussed with the sacrificial night: "Holy Venerable, I pulled out the silver needle for you, you can't care about this matter anymore, and you can't take revenge on me, how about it?" ”

The night of the sacrifice turned dark, and anyone else dared to negotiate conditions with him?

Hua Yuqiong felt the change in the mood of the night festival, and couldn't help but shake her hands, but she still cleared her throat and said boldly: "Ahem, now I am negotiating conditions with you, you only have a choice." If you agree, blink once, and if you don't, blink twice. ”

After speaking, she looked at the pair of beautiful eyes of the night of the festival.

"Huh? How did your eyes turn black? ”

The night of the sacrifice blinked once, and Hua Yuqiong pulled out the silver needle as promised.

I heard the voice of the night suddenly ringing in my ears, "Then do you want to see these eyes?" ”

Hua Yuqiong was startled, and quickly turned her head, the handsome face of the night was in front of her, so close that she could even feel the breath spraying from the tip of his nose. And his inky eyes suddenly turned into their original dark purple as he spoke, staring directly at Hua Yuqiong.

Hua Yuqiong couldn't help but look at the eyes that were like amethyst stones at the night of the sacrifice, and had the urge to go in.

Depend on!

Can't see, can't see!

Hua Yuqiong shook her head fiercely, looked at the sacrificial night in front of her, and said coldly: "In addition to seducing people with beauty to achieve the purpose of the soul, what other skills does the Holy Venerable have?" ”

Yes, the night festival will be a ghost.

It's just that in her previous life, this ability of the soul was classified as hypnotism by her.