This floating island is the famous secluded capital, and it is also the location of the ghost hall.

The floating island is not big, but it is full of the smell of fireworks, just like thousands of ordinary and warm human towns, which makes people let down their vigilance from the bottom of their hearts.

Wine flags flutter, delicacies wafting fragrant.

The warbler flies and the grass grows, and the birds sing and the flowers are fragrant.

"Sa"

A breeze like a feather gently brushed her cheeks, and the tip of her nose smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, from unknown exotic flowers.

Xie Qingci closed her eyes and let the sun shine on her body, the strange thing was that her soul body did not feel the slightest discomfort, as if she was an ordinary person, not a ghost.

She opened her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her, feeling a little surprised in her heart.

If it weren't for her own experience, she would never have imagined that the secluded capital that made countless people smell and change their color would actually be like this.

Xie Qingci walked across the border and looked down from the Hidden Capital with some surprise, overlooking the entire Underworld Continent.

But the thick clouds were shrouded and boundless, and she could only see a gray and white cloud below, and she could only see a dim yellow, shocking river like a river falling in nine days, pouring thousands of miles, falling from the sky, a miraculous shock.

The indomitable momentum is compelling, but the sound of the water is calm, and there is a hidden breath of devouring.

It's so hidden, it's really hard to notice.

Xie Qingci was a little happy. No matter how she thought about it, she never thought that the legendary Youdu was a floating island, and the Ghost Temple was on a floating island. If no one had brought her up, perhaps she would not have been able to find this place on her own.

She crouched like a little radish, turned her head to look at the skeleton messenger, and asked in a coquettish voice with some confusion:

"Uncle Skeleton, we have arrived in the hidden capital, where is Xiaoqing going now?"

The skeleton messenger's dark blue pupils moved, and his tone was still as stiff as a machine: "The ghost slaves are uniformly distributed to the Ghost Fan Tower." ”

"Ghost, ghost slave?!"

When Xie Qingci heard this, his eyes widened and he couldn't help but be shocked, and he quickly understood that it was those ghosts who were cultivators.

Sure enough, they were uneasy and kind, but they didn't expect to be so ruthless, and they actually wanted to send her to the ghost hall as a ghost slave.

Xie Qingci secretly scolded in his heart, waiting for her to go down, she must teach that group of guys a lesson when she has the opportunity, it is really poisonous.

What kind of existence is a ghost slave?

To put it simply, it's a kind of plaything, the kind without a ghost, a tool specially for ghost cultivation to drive entertainment.

There is a common knowledge in the world of cultivating immortals, the more advanced the cultivator, the less fertile they are, and the ghost cultivator has been deprived of fertility from the beginning because of his special existence, and is destined to have no offspring.

Maybe what you can't get is always the best, the ghost hall of the ghost cultivation world is very favored by the color of the road, and even openly opened the ghost fan building in the secluded capital for the disciples to have fun, which can be called a must in the world of cultivating immortals.

Ghost cultivation is so rare that many people may never encounter it once in their lifetime. Therefore, this is not a well-known thing, and the vast majority of people in the immortal cultivation world are actually unaware of it.

The reason why she knew was because Zong Sheng once said when he taught her the magic of the Demon Sect that the predecessors of the Demon Sect had been obsessed with a powerful ghost cultivator in the ghost Fan Lou back then, and deceived the ghosts' feelings, but they were chased and killed by the ghosts to the Demon Sect and were asked to be responsible......

Thinking of this, Xie Qingci's expression was quite complicated, and he looked at his body speechlessly.

So, is she repeating itself in history?

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"Smack"

Zhong Ming shook off the gauze in his hand expressionlessly, his eyes contained the roar of torrential rain and thunder, and he seemed to be about to explode in the next moment.

He gritted his teeth and said, "...... Get out!"

A skeleton messenger was beside him, expressionless: "The ghost slave is going to wear this, give you a quarter of an hour, take off your clothes and put on this." ”

The dark blue ghost fire in his eyes burned quietly, and his tone carried a hint of murderous intent:

"If you don't wear it, your soul will be gone!"

"You!"

When Zhong Ming heard this, his muscles were exposed, his fists were clenched tightly, and his face was fierce and he wanted to make a move.

"I said, little ancestor, you take it easy, you can't make a splash with your cultivation that can't build a foundation. Only the part that has been suppressed. ”

The voice of the black shadow echoed in his sea of consciousness, Zhong Ming's eyes were startled, and he suddenly regained his senses.

The black shadow persuaded him in a low voice, with a hint of seriousness in his tone: "I said boy, don't underestimate the identity of a ghost slave, if you mix well, it will be very beautiful, and it will be very convenient to do things." If you are reluctant to let the child trap the wolf, you must make your own decisions. Don't forget, those who achieve great things are not informal. ”

Zhong Ming pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Besides......"

The black shadow grunted, and his voice suddenly became a little obscene: "Jiji, do you think anyone can be a ghost slave? It's not because you're handsome that I thought of this method...... Tsk, let me see, this kind of cold temperament is the favorite ...... of those old ghost wives."

"Get out!"

Zhong Ming's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, looking at the gauze under his feet, his face couldn't help but show a hideous color.

After struggling for a while, he put his clothes on with a black face.

The black shadow silently watched him change his clothes in Huangquanzhu, sighed in admiration, whistled a few frivolously from time to time, and shouted without fear of death:

"Boy, your flesh is really good...... Tsk, look at this sturdy little pectoral muscles, slender thighs, handsome face. ”

"Yo~ This skin is worthy of being a person who has practiced the Nine Prisons of Huangquan, it is slippery, white and tender, and it makes people like it. ”

"You fold your appearance, if you are more well-behaved and obedient, don't talk about those old ghost women, even the old man can't help but be tempted~Uh-huh~"

His voice was old, like an old man, but he said such shy words in his mouth, which really made people chill from the bottom of his heart.

Zhong Ming shuddered, and two words came out of his teeth with a hideous expression.

"Shut up. ”

Seeing that this fierce iceberg finally reacted, the black shadow was like drinking a sip of cool spring water on dog days, and the whole person really felt comfortable.

He laughed wildly in his heart, it was really a retribution in the world, and finally gave him a chance to fight back, so that Zhong Ming, a dead boy, usually disrespected his predecessors, this is retribution.

The black shadow was full of interest, and threw a shy wink at Zhong Ming, looking delicate and resting.

He said coquettishly, "You're so annoying!"

Zhong Ming: "......"

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The other side.

Xie Qingci looked at the few pieces of cloth on his body, and silently sighed that these ghost cultivators really knew how to play.

The outfit was exposed, covering only the key parts, revealing a large patch of white flowery skin.

This appearance is also covered with a black gauze that is as light as a cicada's wings, and it is said that the snow-white skin really has a different style.

Xie Qingci is only twelve years old, he doesn't feel how much he wears on weekdays, and when he takes off his clothes, he finds that his physical development is actually not bad, there is a bit of meat in front of and behind him, and he also grows in the right place, and he does have a little capital of bewitching and cheap goods.

The girl's face in the mirror is still a little immature, but her facial features are exquisite, and there is already a trace of delicate charm between her eyebrows. Her eyes were full of charm, and she said that the little face that was a little immature and had not yet grown was also alive and shining.

The girl's white skin as white as snow was exposed in large areas, and the black fabric could cover the key parts, looming temptation.

Her little face is bright, her black hair is lazily draped behind her, her body is as delicate as warm jade, her calves are slender like jade bamboo, and her toes are as delicate and lovely as clear and crystal pearls, which makes people want to play with it in their hands when they look at it.

Her eyes have a hint of charm, but her body looks a little immature, and the style of innocence and charm is the most fascinating and inspires the desire in people's hearts.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly played with her heart, and took a few sultry poses like Jiang Ziyan.

"Hee-hee, it looks like it's working pretty well. ”

Xie Qingci turned around, looked at himself in the mirror, and felt very satisfied.

I suddenly felt that being a ghost slave might be a very interesting experience.

She tried to throw a few more winks, frowned and pouted cutely, scratched her head and posed, feeling full of interest.

"Po~"

She threw a flying kiss at the mirror, blinked her shining eyes, and walked like Jiang Ziyan.

Xie Qingci was already looking forward to it in his heart.

"You can go. ”

The voice of the skeleton messenger came from outside, and Xie Qingci's interest was instantly aroused.

Her eyes lit up, and she immediately applied what she had learned, and walked out with a cat's step, her black gauze gown raised, and the contrast between black and white made people dizzy, and her demeanor was dazzling.

When she saw the skeleton messenger, she responded with a delicate "yes", and then pretended to flick a wink at him inadvertently, seductive and lingering like a sugar thread.

“......”

The skeleton messenger was expressionless and unmoved.

Xie Qingci's expression froze, a little disappointed in his heart, and a little angry.

This is really the emotionless kind of wood, and it is really flattering to the blind.

Xie Qingci secretly slandered, and he was very unhappy in his heart.

Immediately, she held her head high, cocked her orchid fingers, and took the lead in an elegant step.

Hmph, she doesn't believe it, she is a dignified demon cultivator, and she has also studied charm, how can she not have any charm at all?

The skeleton messenger's expression remained unchanged, and when he saw her gone, he took out a notepad from his bosom.

"Hmmm" "Whew"

His bony fingers swiped lightly across the void, and some of the characters loomed into the notebook.

Soon, a few more words were added to the originally yellowed blank paper.

"Xiaoqing, the best, live in the ghost Fan upstairs. ”

After he finished writing, he maintained an indifferent appearance, and followed behind Xie Qingci step by step.