At the end of the day, Xie Qingci wore a black robe and a mask, and sneaked back to the Ghost Fan Tower.

The night is already deep, and the ghost fan tower is still lively, brightly lit and bright as day. The sound of glamour and the sound of silk and bamboo are endless, and the sound is continuous. The gorgeous lobby is staggered, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, the guests are seated and noisy, the wine is strong, and a drunken dream of death.

"Come on, come on, drink again, drink well today!"

"Ning Ning, give it to the master, let's come again!"

"Baby, give me a kiss ......"

“......”

Xie Qingci put on the soul lock, pulled off the black robe, walked up the steps in a low-key and calm manner, and went back in the direction of her room.

The girl's voice came from behind her.

"Guest, are you a new guest? Welcome to the Ghost Fan Tower, would you like to find that young lady?"

Xie Qingci paused when he heard this, but his face remained unchanged, pretending not to hear the girl's words, and he didn't pay much attention to it and strode away, leaving only a mysterious back.

"Strange...... Why do you ignore me?"

Xiao Xin held the tea and watched the black figure gradually walk away with some confusion.

That room...... It seems to be Miss Qing'er's?

"Tea!"

A guest shouted, Xiao Xin was stunned, immediately came back to his senses, forgot Fang Cai's doubts, and responded skillfully: "Good guest, the slave is here......"

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Xie Qingci's face was as steady as an old dog, but in fact, his heart was faintly tight, causing his footsteps to whirl and wind, and he walked in a hurry.

"Really...... Almost noticed......"

She rejoiced in her heart and walked briskly in the direction she remembered to her room.

From a distance, she could see the light in the room.

"It's so late and the bell is still ringing, it looks like it's still ......"

Xie Qingci muttered to herself, and as soon as she raised her head, her voice stopped abruptly, and the whole person seemed to be stuck in her neck and choked.

"Forehead ......"

Xie Qingci's pupils contracted violently, his eyes were full of shock, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Her whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning, and the thunder was rolling in her heart, and she was stiff in place.

The shimmer was projected on the curtains, very faint and faintly two slender figures, their bodies were very close together, close together, and the projection was blurred, but if you listened closely, you could still find that there was a strange muffled sound from time to time.

Xie Qingci, who looked at the two staggered figures: ??!!

What happened while she wasn't there?

What are they doing here?!

Xie Qingci hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his uncontrollable mouth, his mind was messy, he thought about a lot of things, and he didn't know that it was a feeling in his heart.

It seems to be a little weirdly excited, and the excited heart is beating......

"I ...... What now?"

Xie Qingci can't enter now, and he can't enter now, and he is very distressed when he stands at the door.

After hesitating for a long time, she still made up her mind, suppressed her injustice, trembled her hands, and knocked on the door.

"Knock Knock ......"

There was a clear knock on the door, and there was a sudden silence inside and out.

Seeing that there was no reaction inside, Xie Qingci looked around, worried that a ghost cultivator would pass by, and couldn't help but be a little anxious.

After thinking for a moment, her face changed to a smile, and she spoke very formulaically and politely:

"Miss Qing'er, please open the door, I'm Xiaogu, I'm here to deliver wine......"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, the door in front of him was suddenly slammed open by a violent whistling, and the door was rattled and turned.

"Forehead ......"

Xie Qingci subconsciously closed his eyes, and was caught off guard by this sudden wind and was blown all over his face, his black robe turned up, and his hair flew.

There was a lot of commotion. Sure enough, Xie Qingci found that the ghost cultivator in another room was about to open the window and look to see the excitement, she immediately became nervous in her heart, and hurriedly rushed into the house without saying a word.

With a "poof", she closed the door at the speed of light.

Xie Qingci leaned his back against the gate weakly like the rest of his life, his head lowered, he still felt a little palpitating, and couldn't help but pat his chest.

"You're back?"

The sound of the bell rang as cold as ice water.

Xie Qingci came back to her senses when she heard this, remembering what happened just now, she raised her head and was about to say something, but she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Zhong Ming was dressed in men's clothes, the skirt under his feet had been crumpled into a ball, and he was holding the Scepter of Silence in his hand with a fierce expression.

Xie Qingci was taken aback, this Zhong Ming actually did it?

Fighting Zhong Mingquan was another man in Tsing Yi, his slender figure with his back to Xie Qingci.

She couldn't see his face clearly, but she felt that this back had an inexplicable familiarity.

Who is he?

Xie Qingci was puzzled, but he didn't have time to think deeply because of the tense situation. Now it seems that both sides of the confrontation are ruthless, and they look desperate to the death. Zhong Ming's eyes were as fierce as a wolf, with bloodthirsty ruthlessness, as if he wanted to tear the other party apart. And the other party didn't look vegetarian, and confronted Zhong Ming steadily, not in a hurry.

Xie Qingci looked at this atmosphere, and seemed to be about to make a move.

Suddenly, the man in Tsing Yi who was confronting Zhong Ming turned his head to look at Xie Qingci, winked at her very obediently, and smiled like a breeze:

He said, "Hey, fierce girl, long time no see?"

Xie Qingci couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the man's face.

"Lian Wangshu?!"

She was a little surprised and couldn't help asking, "Why are you here?"

As soon as her voice fell, the tense atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Zhong Ming's face was shocked, looked at Xie Qingci, and pointed at Lian Wangshu.

"You ...... Do you really know each other?"

Lian Wangshu shook his hair very chicly.

"Forgot to introduce yourself. Brother, my name is Lian Wangshu, I met for the first time, and I don't know each other if I don't fight. ”

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A few hours ago.

In an attic in the Hall of Ghosts.

The singing and dancing are leveled and lively.

Lian Wangshu leaned lazily on the chair like a boneless, yawning casually watching the performance, only feeling bored in his heart, and looking at the beautiful ghost slave in front of him was even more lacking in interest.

The fat ghost next to him saw that his clothes were not very interested, and quietly leaned his head over.

"Daoist friends don't seem to be very interested in this. ”

Lian Wangshu leaned back on the seat, and said in a casual tone: "Yes, it's quite boring." ”

The fat ghost Xiu smiled, took out a booklet from his arms a little mysteriously, and secretly handed it to Lian Wangshu while no ghost Xiu noticed it.

He winced his eyebrows.

"Fellow Daoist, look at these, do you have anything you like, since you are bored, it is better to have some fun tonight, you must know that the ghost slave of the Ghost Fan Building is a well-known superb. ”

He didn't know what came to mind, so he smiled lewdly and continued, "That kung fu...... It really makes the ghosts want to die......"

Lian Wangshu withstood the fat ghost Xiu's ardent and fiery gaze, and reached out to take the booklet very shamefully.

His eyes wandered, he flipped through it, and suddenly stopped when he turned to a picture.

His originally calm eyes moved in an instant, like a pool of death that had been accidentally shattered by a stone.

Even Wangshu didn't speak, staring directly at the girl on the picture, his eyes were a little weird.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the girl in the painting: "Who is this?"

The ghost cultivator next to him couldn't help but be happy when he saw him showing such a mood, and the beautiful girl on this picture hurriedly introduced:

"This one...... This is the new best ghost slave in the Ghost Fan Building, the name is Xiaoqing, although the age is still very young, but the appearance can be called stunning, so far there have been no guests in the Ghost Fan Building, are you interested in meeting this little girl?"

"Xiaoqing?"

Lian Wangshu muttered, his tone playful: "It's a nice name......"

He curled the corners of his mouth and smiled mysteriously, and his eyelids, which were usually drooping, finally lifted at this moment.

He pointed at the girl, and his tone was nonchalant:

"Just her. ”

"Arrange it, I'm going to see her soon. ”

Ghost Fan Tower.

The small case is the sound of voices outside.

"Miss Qing'er, get up quickly! A distinguished guest suddenly came tonight, asking you to pick up the guest by name, the meeting is coming, Mother Xiu asked me to send you a message, you should prepare quickly......"

Zhong Ming only felt a stirring in his head, and he could no longer suppress the irritability in his heart, and released the tyrannical beast.

His eyes were cold and terrifying, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour, like a vicious wolf king on the verge of getting out of control.

He gritted his teeth, his face turned dark, and he sprang out a few words from his mouth word by word:

"I, Know, Dao!"

The little case standing outside the door couldn't help but tremble when he heard this.

Why did he think Miss Qing'er's words were murderous......

Feeling a little uneasy, he quickly smeared oil on his feet and ran away with a puff of smoke.

In the room, Zhong Ming's face was calm and his expression was struggling.

"You have to control it! The one who can afford to sleep with the best ghost slave is either strong or powerful, Xie Qingci, this little girl hasn't come back yet, you have to cover it up first, otherwise ......"

The black shadow persuaded hard in the Huangquan Pearl, it was rare to be so sincere.

It's really tiring his old bones, and I'm really afraid that this little ancestor will do something terrible on impulse.

If Zhong Ming, this stinky boy, dies, what will he do? His life is very precious......

Zhong Ming sneered and replied to him.

"Then do you mean to make me consciously give that 'guest' how to do it, and I am not afraid of being humiliated?"

The dark shadow muttered, "It's not impossible...... Forehead ......"

Under Zhong Ming's eyes, his voice became smaller and quieter, and by the end it was almost inaudible.

His expression was stupid, and he sighed a little self-defeatingly: "Forget it...... You love how you like, the demon cultivation is to obey your heart, and it is always bad to suppress your nature......"

Zhong Ming couldn't help but laugh sarcastically, and quickly lifted the quilt and bed curtain, took off the skirt on his body, and changed into his own clothes.

The black shadow looked at his movements in confusion, and couldn't help but ask:

"What do you want to do?"

Zhong Ming's face was expressionless.

"I'll never allow a man to touch me!"

He licked his lips, his eyes rolling with bloodthirsty killing intent, dark and deep.

His tone was firm.

"Who is afraid of whom! Rather than swallow his anger and be humiliated, the big deal will be to die together!