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Chapter 1015
Xilin didn't answer, but disdain filled his green eyes.

What's so delicious about a mortal's banquet? He wants to eat something that is truly nourishing, either the demon core, the soul or the human brain!
Daoist sweat dripped from his forehead, "This..."

Lan Shuying watched silently from the side.

She thought to herself:
The ghost is getting more and more disobedient to discipline, this time taking him out for activities can just take advantage of Yang Fengqing's incident to scare him, so that the Taoist priest can restrain him in the future.

Among the things he wants to eat, the last one is absolutely impossible, what about spirits, there is one nearby...

Then promise him Yang Fengqing's soul.

The Daoist took the initiative to deal with Yang Fengqing, and Toffee secretly helped him, and then frightened Xilin with the breath of heaven, and taught him how to respect his elders.

Quickly set the course of action for tonight, Lan Shuying said to Xilin with a smile: "I remember you beat her once, you probably haven't forgotten her smell... I've broken her way to hide her breath , you just go, don't be shy."

After she finished speaking, Toffee really mobilized the power of rules and forcibly removed the layer of concealment technique on Yang Fengqing's body.

In an instant, the ghostly aura was like an ever-burning candle in the dark night, pointing out the direction for Xilin.

The owner of this breath had indeed been in contact with him, he remembered that female ghost, it was very sweet and delicious.

Xilin raised his head and roared.

The fingernails were extended and turned into sharp hooks. He scratched the ground with all four limbs, quickly crossed the wall, and ran towards Deng's mansion without hesitation!

Scarface Taoist hurried into the house, grabbed the spell bag, and chased after him.

The wind accompanied his breathing.

Rough, rapid, almost breathless.

And the back view of him climbing the wall clumsily, like a white chicken who doesn't usually exercise well.

Another gust of night wind came, blowing the aroma of wine into her nostrils, causing her to frown silently.

……

In Miss Deng's bedroom, the competition between Zhu Bo and Yang Fengqing has ended.

Two figures.

The standing one is Yang Fengqing.

She swayed slightly.

Zhu Bo's attack on her was not completely ineffective.

She has no extra strength to maintain her glamorous appearance.

The most obvious feature:
The hairpins and accessories on her body are becoming more and more illusory, unable to maintain a real feeling.

Only the jade bracelet on her wrist remained unchanged.

Because it was the one Mother Yang asked her to bring over, saying that it was used to identify relatives.

Compared with Yang Fengqing, Zhu Bo's condition is even worse!
He held the broken flute in his palm.

The crack pierced deeply into the palm of his hand, and light blue blood was poured into the flute, which spurred out more than a dozen sharp-edged bamboo leaves.

It was these bamboo leaves, whether attacking or defending, that pulled Yang Fengqing back several times, preventing her from concentrating on breaking the barrier he had set up.

But it has come to this point.

Zhu Bo didn't have any more spiritual blood to stimulate them.

The leaves turn to dust in the air.

The surrounding pale green barrier is not as stable as before, and it looks easy to break.

Yang Fengqing came here to occupy Miss Deng's body, but was blocked by the demon clan, and fought this fight out of nowhere.

During the fight, she had long been enraged by this male demon.

At this moment, she was sullen, and her right hand was raised high, holding a short dagger tightly.

The outcome has been decided, she is not willing to let go of this defeated opponent!

The lover is in danger, but the white fox is not here—the only people she can turn to for help are the elders of the Hujia Village, so she is running frantically out of the city.

It's a pity, considering the distance from Shaoyang City to Hu's Village, with her current footsteps, when she succeeds in moving to rescue soldiers, Zhu Bo should have been completely chilled.

The barrier shattered silently.

Zhubo lay on his back on the ground.

He failed, but he was calm in his heart.

At least he didn't feel ashamed of his old friend, and persuaded Ziyao to leave.

He is very calm.

However, this look of despair waiting to die is fake.

He is quietly running the exercises, intending to blow up his inner alchemy!
The purpose is to erase the threat and prevent the female ghost from going to Ziyao for liquidation in the future.

Suddenly there is a voice approaching!
Yang Fengqing was vigilant, and Zhu Bo also paused slightly.

It seems that there is a very strange existence...

It's coming in soon.

At that moment, their qi mechanism was locked, the one who wanted to kill him found that he couldn't go on stabbing, and the Zhubo who wanted to blow himself up also lost control of his inner alchemy...

It can be seen that the person who came here is much higher than them.

In front of each other, no matter what method they adopt to deal with it, they are destined to submit to that will.

The wind was soft and soft, and the carved wooden door was blown open.

One demon and one ghost held their breath at the same time.

But I saw a snow dumpling deftly jumping over the threshold.

The cat seemed to be very human, and swept its eyes around the room.

If the white fox was here, he would definitely be able to recognize who it was—it was the strange cat that beat her back to its original form!

She discussed it with Zhu Bo.

They all agreed that it was because she came to trouble Li Chengyuan that she was targeted by the white cat.

One breath can seal her Taoism, so if it really wants her life, she has no chance to escape.

Zhu Bo stared at Toffee's snow-white fur.

His intuition said that the cat was not malicious to him, it came to find the female ghost.

On this point, Yang Fengqing has a tacit understanding with him.

Her expression became tense.

The cat spoke, Jiaojiao Nunuuo still dissatisfied:

"Don't sleep in the middle of the night, and don't let others sleep, you are too much!"

Zhu Bo: "..."

Can this be my fault?
Wronged, but can not say.

He didn't notice that Yang Fengqing started to shiver.

Because suddenly a group of black shadows appeared above the white cat.

Looking from bottom to top, first there are a pair of hands with curved claws grasping the ground, and then there are two thin arms.

There were two clusters of will-o'-the-wisps on the boy's face.

With the eyes of looking at food, he quietly looked at Yang Fengqing who was opposite...

Yang Fengqing could never forget this face.

He is that evil spirit of the Li Mansion!
Facing Zhubo who lacks the means to attack, she can bully at will;
Xilin is definitely not someone she can round and flatten at will. He can bite off her head in one bite, but he still doesn't think it's enough to eat.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Toffee patted Xilin's arm.

Xilin licked her lips: "Yes."

Rebellious, brutal, and gluttonous.

This is the true portrayal of Beast Hua Xilin.

When he joined the battle circle, Yang Fengqing couldn't care less about dealing with Uncle Zhu.

It's too late for her to run!
Jumping up and down, but as soon as she ran to the door and window, she was blocked by a transparent barrier, and she couldn't get through it no matter what.

Xilin chased after her closely.

This scene is like a cat and a mouse.

Even eating and playing are right.

Every time he approached her, he would make a scooping motion with his right paw, and get a lot of black mist from Yang Fengqing's body, stuffing it into his mouth like eating cotton candy, with an extremely comfortable and satisfied expression.

"Hoo, hoo..." Scarface Taoist finally arrived, panting heavily, and reported to Toffee while leaning on the door frame, "Master Cat! Everyone in the Deng family sleeps like pigs!"

(End of this chapter)