Urban Almighty Lottery System

In an instant, it was at the place where Uncle Jiu's Taoist robes and robes came into contact with Dong Xiaoyu's ghostly body.

As if by coincidence, streams of thick and pungent white smoke rose up.

This is exactly Uncle Jiu's mana, under the effect of Taoist robes and cassocks, exerting a more powerful restraining effect.

Therefore, these sudden white smoke is nothing but the inevitable result of the Taoist magic power burning after Dong Xiaoyu's ghost body.

Naturally, what followed was Dong Xiaoyu's continuous wails of pain after being burned.

In the room, amid Uncle Jiu's stern refusal, Qiu Sheng had no choice but to forcibly hold back his temper.

However, naturally he couldn't feel at ease when he was worried. He could only keep walking around the room to relieve the anxiety in his heart.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng heard Dong Xiaoyu's painful wailing continuously coming from the courtyard.

How could Qiusheng do it? He obeyed Uncle Jiu's orders with peace of mind and stayed quietly in the room without moving.

At the moment, he also ignored Uncle Jiu's order and ran directly to the courtyard.

After all, if he was late, his master Jiushu would kill Dong Xiaoyu.

When Qiu Sheng rushed to the courtyard, the scene that caught his eyes first.

It was Dong Xiaoyu who fell powerlessly on the ground, and his body was even covered by Uncle Jiu's Taoist robe.

From time to time, wisps of white smoke would float out from Dong Xiaoyu's body.

Accompanied by the white smoke, Dong Xiaoyu moaned in pain.

Seeing such a scene, how can Qiusheng not understand that Dong Xiaoyu has been completely subdued and captured by Uncle Nine.

In addition, having followed Uncle Jiu for many years, he naturally knew that Uncle Jiu's Taoist robes and vestments were also a Taoist treasure, especially for the extremely obvious restraint effect on ghosts and monsters.

At this time, he also fully understood the pain that Dong Xiaoyu was enduring, which also made him feel a pain in his heart.

At the moment, he didn't care about Uncle Jiu, and he and his junior brother Chen Feng were on the side.

He trotted forward in a hurry, ready to help Dong Xiaoyu up, and shouted with distress in his mouth:

"Xiaoyu, how are you doing?"

Seeing Qiusheng finally appear, he even called out to himself in a gentle tone, and his eyes were even more undisguised, revealing a look of distress.

Even at this moment, already sweating profusely from the pain, Dong Xiaoyu still struggled to get up, showing a sweet smile to Qiusheng.

On the other side, seeing that Dong Xiaoyu was powerless to resist, Uncle Jiu held the mahogany sword and was about to step forward to kill her.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Sheng suddenly ran out of the room, and even chose to go to help the other party immediately.

Uncle Jiu had to stop his progress, and asked Qiu Sheng in a deep voice:

"Qiu Sheng, what are you doing? You have to understand what are you doing now?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's deep voice, Qiu Sheng couldn't help shrinking his neck habitually.

However, he thought of Dong Xiaoyu who was still blocked by himself and was still unable to move.

Qiu Sheng straightened out his chest again, mustered up the courage to stretch out his hands, and bravely stopped Jiu Shu in front of him.

"Master, don't."

"Xiaoyu, in fact, has never had any bad thoughts towards me."

"If you hurt her now, she will probably never live again."

"Master, please, just let her go."

Dong Xiaoyu, who was behind Qiusheng, heard Qiusheng say this about her, even though she was still in pain, she couldn't help being moved.

Look at Dong Xiaoyu's expression, and then look at Qiusheng's obsession that he is obviously afraid of being blamed by himself, but still refuses to give in.

Uncle Jiu also loosened his sword hand, turned around to look at Dong Xiaoyu, pointed at Dong Xiaoyu with his sword and questioned him:

"Do you know that people and ghosts cannot be together, if you keep pestering him like this."

"As a result, it is inevitable and unavoidable, and it will kill him."

Qiu Sheng on the side watched Uncle Jiu's movement of holding the sword, and he was so anxious that he couldn't wait for Dong Xiaoyu to answer.

It was a big stride, walked to Jiushu's side, and first looked at Dong Xiaoyu.

Then turned around and said to Uncle Jiu:
"Master, just let Xiaoyu go."

Uncle Jiu glared at Qiu Sheng angrily, then raised the mahogany sword in his hand, pointed to Dong Xiaoyu who was on the ground and said:
"If I let her go, look at her, will she let you go now?"

Dong Xiaoyu, who was lying on the ground, also showed a bitter face after hearing Uncle Jiu's words.

Immediately afterwards, as if he had given up and figured it out, he silently lowered his beautiful head.

Chen Feng, who was still watching the play at the side, knew that the heat at this time was about the same.

What's more, at this time, Uncle Jiu's expression seemed to be a little loose.

At the moment, Chen Feng didn't hesitate any more, he just spoke out to help, and said to Uncle Jiu:

"Master, that... Otherwise, you'd better let this female ghost go."