Seeing that Phantom Wu and Chang Jue were escorted away, the lady went back to look at Yu Guan, who was already dead or alive on the ground, she sneered, and as soon as she turned around, she saw a man with a ghost mask standing behind her.

"Why are you here?" the lady was startled, and immediately pretended to be calm again.

"Naturally, I'm here to see what you're doing. The Ghostface had only his chin and mouth exposed from the mask, and his thin lips opened and closed, but his voice was particularly pleasant.

The lady smiled charmingly, and stretched out her hand to comb her sideburns: "You see, it's already done, how troublesome the slave family should be." ”

"If you are caught off guard, no one will be able to resist it. The ghost-faced man stepped forward, the night wind blew the black robe hunting sound, and the lady suddenly looked a little stupid, no matter how many men she had seen, the extraordinary bearing and mysterious aura of this person were particularly attractive.

The ghost-faced man approached the lady and reached out to hand her a small silver knife: "You still have to keep them closed for a few days, don't be careless, wait for the medicine to dissipate in a few days, and then make up for it." ”

The lady stretched out her hand to take it, and couldn't help asking: "Is it necessary to be so cautious, the slave doesn't have much ability to see that little Langjun." ”

The corners of the ghost-faced man's lips were hooked, but his eyes turned cold: "What I told you before, now it seems that there is something wrong?"

The lady looked at his eyes, her heart was shocked, and she suddenly felt a chill in the forest, and hurriedly said: "No, the slave will do it." ”

"It's good to understand. With that, the Ghostface turned to leave.

When the lady saw that he was leaving, she hurriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes: "Lang Jun is leaving?"

The ghostface glanced at her, staring at the hand she was holding at his sleeve. The lady let go of her hand in a daze, and hurriedly squeezed out a bright and moving smile: "The slave has Lang Jun to help him like this, it is really the luck of the slave's life, dare to ask Lang Jun's name, after the slave is completed, he should repay ......" The lady said softly, leaning over the ghost-faced man.

The ghost-faced man dodged sideways, and before the lady could see it clearly, she saw that he was already standing in the pavilion, "No need." The Ghostface's voice rang out without warmth.

The lady had never been so ugly in any man, and she was ruthless in her heart, and asked loudly: "How can there be such a good thing in this world that does not ask for anything in return, just say it! What is your purpose?!"

"Mouthy. The ghost-faced man said coldly, and the lady felt a pain on her face, and the corners of her mouth were dripping blood.

The lady fell to the ground, her heart was bright, she didn't see any movement of the ghost-faced man at all, she had five hundred years of cultivation, and she was beaten like this, and she had no power to resist? ! The girl was angry and afraid, so she had to cover her face and sit on the ground, but she didn't dare to look directly at the man in the pavilion, and her red lips were bitten tightly.

"I naturally have my purpose, you just have to do your own thing, don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" After that, the man's figure disappeared into the courtyard, leaving only the voice echoing in the ears of the lady.

After making sure that the person had left, the lady stood up and found that her legs were trembling faintly.

The lady took a mouthful of blood foam and glanced at the pavilion hatefully. I remembered that a month ago, I encountered an obstacle in my cultivation, and I was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and after I woke up, I saw this ghost-faced man sitting next to me, he healed his injury, and told himself that the way to get through the blockage was to find an extremely yin demon pill to assist him in his cultivation. Under his prompting, Miao Niang thought of Phantom, she is a grass demon with an extreme yin physique, not many people in the demon world know about it, and there are not a few people who have heard of it. Only then did she come up with the idea of Phantom Wu, and it happened that Cai Yang Qi accidentally discovered the straw bag of Yu Guan, the deputy hall master of Qiufeng Hall, and asked him to cooperate with him on the grounds of helping him seize power, first poisoning the hall master's wife, and then slowly controlling the entire Qiufeng Hall, so as to set up a situation to lure Phantom Wu and catch turtles in an urn.

She learns a lot about the secrets of the Dream Doctor and how to deal with her from Ghostface. Everything has been calculated, but she never thought about it with a long peer, she couldn't figure out the bottom of this long peer at first, only when he was a person in the Dream Valley, but no matter how she probed, she couldn't find out the true body of this person, the young man's breath was a demon and a fairy. At this time, it was also the ghost-faced man who appeared and gave her a silver knife to use to control Changjue.

The lady took out the silver knife and looked at it, the blade of the knife glowed with a soft luster under the moonlight, and she couldn't see why. The lady frowned, put the knife away, and smiled self-deprecatingly, no matter what kind of fairy and demon he is, in ten days, his own exercises will be completed, and when the time comes, no matter what is the long and absolute illusion or the ghost-faced man who doesn't know what to do, he can't escape the palm of her hand!

There are no days and nights in the dungeon, and Phantom Wu can only count the days by the number of times those people send food.

Is this the seventh or eighth day? Phantom frowned, what if those people didn't deliver food on time?

Phantom Wu pursed her lips, she and Chang Jue are both demon bodies, and they don't need three meals a day to maintain their lives, and they eat on weekdays, just to satisfy their cravings, or to live like a mortal. She glanced at Chang Jue, who was meditating with his eyes closed at the other end, his face has improved in the past few days, and he can walk around on his own, but looking at the gloomy look on his face, maybe his mana has not recovered?

Phantom Wu didn't ask him, she knew that Chang Jue was already very upset, and she didn't want to put pressure on him anymore.

Neither of them dared to touch these meals, she was fine, but Chang Jue had just transformed from a mortal to a demon, would she not be used to it if she didn't eat?

Feeling this worry in her heart, Phantom suddenly wondered, she was actually worried about whether others would get used to this kind of thing if they didn't eat?

She had always known that she was interested in Changjue, whether it was out of a sense of responsibility to his mother, or because he was the son of Luo Zhao, which was extraordinary to the master, but she never thought that she would be concerned about such a trivial matter at such a time. She laughed at herself, didn't she really become an old mother?

At this time, it is better to worry that you are more practical, and it is almost fifteen...... How long is this lady going to lock them up?

Phantom Wu was still worried, when he heard the cellar door opened, and suddenly there was a light coming down, and Phantom Wu squinted unconsciously.

saw the lady Shi Shiran walking down, Yu Guan was supporting her on the side, and Phantom Wu looked at the two of them, silently comparing them with the mother in the harem and the chief eunuch.

The black hair of the lady is coiled into a green snail bun, the sideburns are slightly curled on the side of the face, and the delicate makeup of the face is as beautiful as a demon, wearing a water-red light cross-collar drag long skirt, and the jade-colored wide corset tightly wraps around the waist, making it more and more slender like a willow and a hand, and the chest is full as if it is about to rise.

Phantom Wu looked at it, and sighed in his heart, they are all the same faces, and they can always make people feel amazing when they are in the Lady Niang, if they are dressed like this, can they also have such a style......? Look at yourself more, right......

As soon as such a thought came out of his heart, Phantom Wu shook his head helplessly, at this time, he could still think about this kind of thing, and he didn't know if his heart was too big, or his heart was becoming more and more involuntary.

But...... Phantom Wu looked at the lady, looked down at himself again, and couldn't help sighing, indignant in his heart: What's the point of only having a face like it, and the body doesn't look like it at all!

Seeing that Phantom Wu shook his head and sighed for a while, and then he was dissatisfied with himself, except for Yu Guan, who had no independent consciousness, the remaining two people all looked at themselves in a daze, and even the dismount prepared by the lady choked in his throat, and no one spoke at the moment, and the scene was cold and embarrassing.

Fortunately, Phantom Wu didn't indulge too much in his own little world, seeing that the two eyes were all scorching on him, and the delicate makeup of the lady was slightly stiff, Phantom Wu coughed and said, "Why are you still this face?"

The faint candle flame flickered in the dungeon, as if a cold wind was blowing. The lady's face became even more stiff.

I don't know if this unintentional question (?) of Phantom Wu hit the sore spot of the lady, she glared at herself with an unkind face, seemed to be a little tired and took a deep breath, and then smiled charmingly: "Slaves are born to love beauty, every time they make up in the mirror, they will sigh when they see the good color in the mirror, and they are really reluctant to change it." ”

Phantom Wu looked at her and couldn't help but sigh that this instantaneous face-changing kung fu was really powerful.

Seeing that Phantom Wu didn't answer, Chang Jue on the side didn't even look at herself, and the lady was dissatisfied, but she could only take a breath, pretending to look around, and slowly paced between the two.

"It's rude here, it's really wronged. ”

"You must not have arrested us to keep us locked up like this. Chang Jue Er looked at her with a cold gaze.

Lang Jun smiled, the slave family took such a lot of effort, naturally they couldn't arrest the two of them for nothing. The lady smiled and walked straight towards Changjue, "But in two or three days, the two of you will be able to leave here." ”

Just said to leave here, but didn't let them go, it seems that it was the fifteenth day?

The chief on the side saw the lady walking towards him, frowned slightly, and turned his face away.

Seeing him like this, the lady sighed in her heart, and pretended to sigh: "Why is Lang Jun so disliked, isn't the face of the slave family not good-looking......?" It's so beautiful, don't you dare to look at it?"

No matter how calm he is, after all, he is just a teenager, in order to avoid the kiln girl, the body that has been pasted to the wall because of this sentence, this title, suddenly stiffened, as if something was exploding in the brain, and he couldn't say what he wanted to blurt out, only stunned.

"Don't touch him. ”

The phantom voice suddenly sounded, although it was in the same casual tone as usual, but it sounded like a cold spring in winter, pouring straight towards him.

When I came back to my senses, I found that the lady in front of me was holding an object, which was the small silver knife that poked at her that night.

Chang was taken aback, it was too late to block it again, and he only blamed himself for being careless.

The lady stopped, stood up, turned her head to look at Phantom Wu, played with the silver knife with both hands, and said with a smile: "I'm going to touch him, what can Master Dream Doctor do to me?"

"I can't do anything to you, but I can do it myself. After finishing speaking, a sharp hairpin was already in his hand, "What you want should not be a cold corpse, or a lifeless Neidan." ”

The lady smiled stiffly, and looked straight at Phantom, and Phantom Wu also looked straight at her.

"A dream doctor is a dream doctor, and he knows the needs of slaves well, not bad...... If you die, it will be useless to me, and only the living Nedan can help me succeed. The lady regained her normal color, turned her head to look at Chang Jue, who was vigilant, and showed a somewhat unfinished look: "That's it, since Master Dream Doctor is so nervous about you and hurts you, I'm afraid that I will be sad too." ”

After saying that, the lady put away the silver knife and slowly walked out of the dungeon, her heart was only two days, and the two of them couldn't turn up any wind and waves, not to mention that they had been at the mercy of others, it was indeed not a good taste.