The main hall of heavenly thunder.

Full of spring, next to the waterfall of the back mountain with the fragrance of birds and flowers......

Luo Qinghan, who was wearing a plain white tulle dress, was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone.

Her hands were folded in the dantian, her palms facing each other, her thumbs lightly raised slightly, and her whole body was wrapped around slender purple arcs like swimming dragons.

Over time, slowly.

Behind her, a thunderball the size of an egg began to coalesce.

One piece

Two pieces

Three

……

Until the eighth is fully formed, the ninth is about to be condensed...... The familiar golden birdcage suddenly appeared in her soul sea.

Luo Qinghan, who was practicing the Thunder Sutra, frowned slightly, and his originally calm and fair face couldn't help but show a touch of coldness and gloom.

Knowing the golden birdcage routine, she almost didn't hesitate, and hurriedly dispersed the thunder beads that had been condensed.

Sure enough......

The moment the eight thunder beads and the purple arc on his body dissipated, the birdcage in the soul sea suddenly expanded.

Before she could resist, the waterfalls, pools, bluestones, and lush hills not far away in front of her had begun to blur and distort.

The familiar dilapidated wooden house looms, and the frequency of fanning is getting faster and faster.

As time passed, the original illusory scene became clear and real at this moment.

However, just when she thought that she would wait for Ji Boying's return as usual, and then come to a fight that was all dominated by herself......

But I heard a loud "bang" behind me.

She looked back blankly, only to see two doors full of age and almost decay being kicked open.

The doorway fanned back and forth, letting out a mournful and painful hiss.

I saw Ji Boying, who was dressed in a black brocade robe, was carrying a pot of spirits that had been drunk at the moment, holding the door frame with one hand, bowing his figure, half-crossed legs, and standing on the threshold.

His eyes were scarlet, bloodshot, he breathed heavily, and there was a lot of alcohol on his chin and shirt.

The indoor and outdoor air is convection, and the aroma of wine is strong and pungent.

When Luo Qinghan saw this scene, he was stunned for a while.

This time's scene......

It seems to be very different from before.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of stumbling footsteps came from the doorway.

Luo Qinghan could see that "his" body was retreating, his heart was beating faster, and he seemed to be still feeling strongly uneasy and ...... Fear?

What's going on?

According to the scene in the previous illusion, "self" should be close to Yuanying cultivation, and Ji Boying is just a small cultivator with a triple level of qi refining, even if he takes the path of refining the body, he still stays at the bottom of the Tongmai realm.

Why was she so afraid?

Although Luo Qinghan can resonate with this body, he has no autonomy.

So......

At this moment, she couldn't understand why a Yuan Ying True Monarch would be afraid of a small Qi Refining Realm cultivator.

"Y-come here!"

A hoarse and deep voice rolled out of Ji Boying's throat.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes like a fierce beast gazing at its prey, staring at Luo Qinghan deadly.

After the latter heard Ji Boying's words, he subconsciously took a few steps back.

Merely......

In the cramped and cramped room, a total distance of only ten or so steps, after being forced back by Ji Boying again, Luo Qinghan had already retreated to the edge of the bedpost, stumbled down, and even fell on the old bed that had already been "dying".

Luo Qinghan frowned, all this in front of her was far from the scene she expected, if it weren't for seeing that "herself" was still wearing the purple clothes and the five purple gold rings on her wrists, she even wondered if the heroine this time was a different person.

Or rather......

Ji Boying found a good bully and wanted to stage a drunken robbery......

No, it should be a drunken man's domestic violence!

I have to say that a woman's sixth sense has always been very accurate.

Luo Qinghan had just been born with this idea, and he saw Ji Boying like a beast, stepping on heavy steps and pressing!

He slammed the jar on the table.

It was only three or two steps, and he had already arrived in front of Luo Qinghan.

"Don't understand what Lao Tzu said?!"

Ji Boying let out a low roar, directly pulled Luo Qinghan up from the bed, his face was hideous, revealing a terrifying smile, and roared:

"Hehehehehe......"

"When I forced Lao Tzu to sign a master-servant contract, did you ever think that there would be today?!"

Master-servant contract?

After hearing these four words, Luo Qinghan, who was in a state of divine soul, couldn't help but flicker slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Boying threw Luo Qinghan onto the table, lifted the porcelain altar that still had the remnants of the wine high, and let the wine pour down the latter's face......

Looking at Luo Qinghan's painful and embarrassed appearance, Ji Boying couldn't help but let out a burst of heartbroken laughter.

After a while, he saw that the blood and aura in his hands were condensed with each other, grabbed Luo Qinghan's collar, and pulled it down with all his might.

The next moment......

The originally majestic and luxurious purple clothes were instantly ragged, and the spring was melting!

Even......

It's a little more provocative.

Ji Boying, who has already achieved a small success in swordsmanship, is naturally incomparable in terms of the speed of his sword.

In addition, he is proficient in riding, even on this smooth grassland with violent ups and downs, he can still gallop freely and go anywhere!

The wooden table, which had fallen into disrepair for a long time, made a sharp protest under Ji Boying's violent energy.

Merely......

How could Ji Boying feel sorry for this old table?

Holding the reins and wielding the long whip, he galloped even more furiously.

——

The horse galloped on the grassland for several hours, until its footprints, in every corner, and then in the dense jungle covered with crystal dew, back and forth, white foam flying......

Luo Qinghan, who fell into this world, had an unprecedented coldness on his pretty face!

Especially those cold eyes like blades, as if they want to knife people at any time!

In the past, it was okay to take the initiative to fight on your own!

This time, he actually dared to oppose the guest!

It's just anti-customer-oriented, and you dare to be so presumptuous and gain an inch?!

For a moment, she really wanted to "cut Ji Boying to eternal rule".

But......

This is an illusion after all, and it is difficult to say whether Ji Boying himself has experienced it or not.

She couldn't find a suitable reason to help Ji Boying "cut to eternal rule".

Moreover......

Even if it does, it may not really work.

Looking at this well-dressed beast, lying on top of him and gasping wantonly, Luo Qinghan was both annoyed and helpless.

She still can't understand why "herself" can't resist Ji Boying!

Dignified Yuan Ying Zhenjun, no matter how many constraints and restraints there are, it's not something that a small Qi Refining Realm cultivator can manipulate left and right, right?!

Don't......

What special habits does the original owner of this body have?

Just when she thought so.

Ji Boying, on the other side, couldn't stop rolling her throat.

Those hours just now......

It's too prickly...... Oh no, it's terrifying!

He actually gave Nangong Wan something to that!

Is this something you can do on your own?!

There is that layer of master-servant contract, as long as he crosses some things slightly, he will be killed by the other party's sword.

And......

Nangong Wan is also a Yuanying True Monarch, she is just a little Qi Refining Cultivator, how can she fight back?

Buzz –

Just when Ji Boying was confused.

The golden light resurfaced.

The wooden house in front of me began to slowly dissipate.

In its place was the familiar golden birdcage.

In the birdcage, Luo Qinghan was wearing an elf queen costume, kneeling on the ground, and his hands were tied high by vines......