Beichenjun looked at Shi Ji's hand a little distractedly, she did say that apart from her hands, there is no second person in the world who can pull out the demon seed.

......

"I'm willing to play a song for you, do you dare to listen to it?" Shi Ji's soft and melodious voice sounded in Beichenjun's ears.

Beichenjun was stunned for a moment, and then his head buzzed.

This is another choice, he looked at Shi Ji's hateful smiling face with itchy teeth, it was too bullying, endless.

......

Does he dare to listen?

Beichenjun asked himself.

Listen, it's too risky, it's tantamount to putting his life in the hands of Shi Ji, if Shi Ji harbors evil intentions, or some bad water, then he will definitely be miserable.

If you don't listen, it's equivalent to giving up the opportunity for Shi Ji to pull out the demon seed for him, and if you miss her, maybe you really have to go to the old witch who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, and his scalp is numb just thinking about it.

The icy north wind blew suddenly, and in the cold wind, Beichenjun, who was stuck in the quagmire of choice and couldn't extricate himself, was sweating profusely, one word, hot.

Listen?

Don't listen?

Listen or not?

......

"Do you think I will listen or not?" Beichenjun, who had driven himself to a critical point, roared thoughtlessly.

"Then listen to it. ”

Shi Ji, who had been silent for a long time, said lightly.

Beichenjun's eyes returned to clarity, he was silent for a moment, and spit out a word: "Listen." ”

I don't know why his heart is so calm at this time, there is no suspicion, no hesitation.

"Sit!"

Two futons, two Taoists, one south and one north.

One person strokes the piano, one listens, a heart of ice.

The sound of the piano is silent, the ice and snow are ruthless, washing the world, and the hearts of the people.

......

"Lord Jiuyan, this cold current is too strong, our movement is blocked, do we need to change the route?" a demon general reported loudly against the wind and snow and cold current.

"Diversion, where to change?" Jiu Yan looked coldly at the demon general who had more than enough success and more than failure, except for infighting, it was useless.

"Get out of here!" Jiu Yan kicked the unsightly waste away and said coldly: "Keep up with me!"

"Yes!" the hosts responded.

Jiuyan opened his arms and turned into a thousand firebirds, nine heads danced, the cold current rolled upside down, Jiuyan and a bird took the lead, leading the army to the north.

......

"That's?"

One by one, the thick-haired, skin-clad men walked out of the stone house.

One by one, the men who were running wildly chasing the monster stopped.

The gray-haired and sleepy old man opened his eyes.

One by one, men, women, and children who had strictly guarded the great array for thousands of years raised their heads.

They looked in the same direction, where the wind swirled, where the rain curtained, faintly a white aura full of spirituality, and the snow spirits of Buzhou Mountain danced, chanting ancient incantations, and the sky was full of light and swarming.

"Snow God Festival!"

"Rain God Festival!"

"Witch God Sacrifice!"

......

"It's finally here!" a wise old man's eyes lit up.

"Is she coming?" said a young girl, her eyes red.

"Piano Master!" a teenager said silently.

"After a hundred years, Pangu Father, she is here!" an old witch knelt down in front of Buzhou Mountain with tears streaming down his face.

......

"The luthier is here!"

"What?

"Hahaha...... The luthier has arrived!"

The witches of Buzhou Mountain rushed to tell each other, and the violinist they had been waiting for for a hundred years finally came!

"Quick...... Quickly blow the horn and gather twelve people to follow the old man to greet the pianist!"

"Yes!"

"Woo~~Woo~~Woo~~~"

The ancient and desolate trumpets sounded, one by one, high or low, light or voiced, twelve horns, with different sounds and the same origin, with the same order, gathering witches.

......

In the wind, snow and rain, two blurred figures sitting upright, the North Piano Master, the South Bosom Friend, a white and pure aura shrouded the heads of the two, no, there was a rabbit.

The rabbit jumped and jumped, enough for the aura of the sky, and every time she touched it, she would squint her eyes happily and giggle, and the rabbit had a lot of fun alone.

Until the aura suddenly became smaller and was put on the head of the bosom friend in the south, the rabbit was dumbfounded, and she touched her little head: "No! Little Twelve doesn't, why don't you wear it to Little Twelve if it's so cute, and give it to the bad guys? Angry! Angry!"

The angry rabbit glared angrily at the man wearing her halo, "Huh!

The aura disappeared, the rain stopped and the snow stopped, Shi Ji opened his eyes at the same time, Beichen Jun also opened his eyes, he looked at Shi Ji opposite in a trance, until now he still feels a little unreal, and he actually helped him pull it out like this, isn't she afraid that he will turn his face and not recognize people, this stone spirit he is becoming more and more incomprehensible.

"How do you feel?" asked Shi Ji enthusiastically.

"It's ...... Very good!" Beichenjun's face was a little indelible.

Shi Ji smiled lightly: "The first time I helped someone pull out a demon, I used witchcraft, and I don't know if there are any side effects on a demon like you?"

All the good feelings are in vain, Beichenjun has the urge to grind his teeth again, this little goblin is really not a good thing.

"Can I go?" Ishiji asked with a smile.

"No way!"

"Are you here to get me?"

Beichenjun looked at Shi Ji quietly, not saying yes or no.

Shi Ji smiled lightly and stopped talking, in fact, she saw through Beichenjun's mind from the first meeting, compared with the previous two times, there was less courage in his eyes, more hesitation and helplessness, and there were clouds in the left: one and drum, then decline, and three and exhaustion.

Three times and twice, she has already left a shadow on Beichenjun, she shook so many big people if she couldn't scare him, not to mention that she grasped Beichenjun's weakness, round after round of psychological destruction, I'm afraid he didn't even find out how jealous he was of Shiji.

In terms of calculation, except for the first time in front of Lao Tzu, Shi Ji has never miscalculated, she has counted the ancestors, counted the sages, and even the people who can use everything to figure out the way out in the maze, she doesn't often calculate, but it's not bad at calculating, but it's rarely worth her counting.

For some reason, Beichenjun always felt that Shi Ji's eyes made him restless.

"Suddenly......

A hot wind came from the south.

"Hoo ......"

Beichenjun let out a sigh of relief, this pot can finally be thrown out.

"The person I'm waiting for is here. Beichenjun stood up refreshed.

"Oh. Shi Ji then stood up.

"Auntie, there are so many bad guys!" December jumped back to Shiji's side.

"It's fine. Shi Ji said very calmly, as long as Beichenjun didn't make a move, she would be worry-free.

"Stone ...... Iso......" screams full of hatred rolled in with a rolling heat wave.

Shi Ji smiled coldly: "It seems that the lesson I gave you last time was not enough!"

She held it in her right hand, and the stone needle grew two feet long and turned into a stone arrow, and her left hand was a little eyebrows, and the blood book was drawn, and a terrifying blood-red ancestor Wuwen 'Xuan' was wrapped around the stone arrow.

Bow down, step up, shoot arrows, all in one go!

One arrow through the air.

......

"That's?"

The twelve witches suddenly saw an arrow soaring into the sky, and the rain was rolling.

"Yi arrow!" cried a man with a bow and arrow.

"Xuanming Zuwen!" exclaimed a young man in Xuanxi linen.

"That's the luthier position. An old witch had an angry look on his face.

"There is a demon cloud, it must be a group of miscellaneous people of the demon clan!"

"Damn, they're going to kill the luthier!"

The leader of the great witch roared angrily: "Activate the supernatural power and go and slaughter those miscellaneous pieces for Lao Tzu!"

"Slaughter the crumbs!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Whoa......

A group of men with big sticks and messy hair stepped on the spatial pulses and rushed towards the demon cloud.

A group of dragons stepped on the fire and rushed out.

A group of water snakes is not far behind.

A group of flying skies.

A group into the ground.

A group of light.

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