The ancestor who passed through the book became a villain, and his junior sister gave up on therapy.

The moon was setting, and the room had a human touch. The main reason was that Xianghe had been a night demon all night.

Qin Yuan leaned on the chair and lowered his eyebrows.

The enchanting jade face has more of a cool style, just like Haitang who is drunk in the sun, and it is hard to buy it without buying it.

"Are you angry?" Xiang He's voice was a little tentative, and he gently squeezed the former's shoulders.

"How could it be? My aunt was kind enough to help me get familiar with ghost ways. How could I be angry?"

She rested her head on the man's belly weakly, and her tone of voice was indistinguishable. It was obviously a half-question, but it turned into a statement.

Xiang He's claws were a little numb, he was indeed Qing Huan's disciple, even his angry state was the same.

"Oh, Xiao Qin, Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yanwan, Senior Aunt is wrong, please forgive Senior Aunt, okay?"

Qin Yuan didn't speak. He closed his eyes and could faintly hear the curses of Fallen Immortal Gu.

That night, she was forced by her aunt to sacrifice everything she could.

As small as nails and hair, as large as heart, liver and internal organs.

It wasn't huge, but it hurt her.

"Xiao Yanwan, how can you forgive me?" Xianghe squatted down and lay on Qin Yuan's knees.

The whole snake is very well-behaved.

Someone raised his eyelids and looked from his eyes to his nose and then to his mouth. It happened that the other person was so nervous that he lightly licked his moist lips.

"Pfft..."

His heart beat a few more times, and Qin Yuan looked away.

Um?Do you think she is moved?No!She just thought of a certain CG picture of Master's battle damage!

Seeing that she didn't look at him, Xianghe poked her belly.

"Okay..." Qin Yuan opened her hand and stood up from the chair.

The tassel chain on her feet brushed against the pure golden thread, adding a third sound to the room besides the two of them.

"Sister, I'm not angry anymore. I've used the Ghost Energy Restoration Technique a little too much. I need to rest."

She returned to her normal tone, but it was still light and misleading.

As soon as Qin Yuan lay down on the bed, Xiang He sat on her pillow.

"???"

"I need to rest."

"Hold it."

"How can I rest if you sit here? Lie on your lap?"

"Lie down." Xiang He lifted up his skirt, patted his thigh, and gave Qin Yuan a coming look.

Seeing that she was unmoved, the aunt directly pressed her head.

The familiar cold fragrance enters the nose and adds itself. There are three people who like to use this fragrance. The only difference is that the afternote is different.

Qin Yuan's cold fragrance is a combination of medicinal fragrance and rose quenching with a heart-warming scent, and the back notes have many shadows on the mind, so her base notes give people the feeling of chilling in the heart.

The second person is Biwang Master Wen Ling. Her cold fragrance is very conventional. Coupled with her state of speaking little, the tail note makes people feel that she has no desires and desires, and is ready to fly to the west at any time.

As for Master Xianghe's... she just stayed with Master for a long time and got spoiled!

Coupled with the sourness of her blood, the base note feels like lemon and ice in a previous life?

Wait, why does the description sound so much like pheromones?

Qin Yuan thought wildly, and his nerves relaxed a little. Seeing this, the aunt smiled and touched the white hair and gently smoothed it with her fingers.

"Um…"

With a comfortable nasal voice, her round and fragrant shoulders slumped back, she completely nestled in Xiang He's lap.

"Xiao Yanwan...can you promise me something?"

"Ok?"

"If you meet a red-haired female ghost cultivator in the future, regardless of whether she is a friend or an enemy, give her some curse gift packages first."

"it is good……"

Xiang He's fingering became more and more gentle. From his hair to his scalp, Qin Yuan's waist felt a little soft. After agreeing in a daze, he fell asleep.

This was probably the first time that she took the initiative to fall asleep without a mental attack...

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"Are you really counting everything?"

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At dawn, Qin Yuan was woken up by the ringtone of his "mobile phone".

She sat up in confusion, Xiang He had left, and Xiao Bai was rolling around on the bed.

"Is it noon?"

Qin Yuan rubbed his head, took out the jade plaque from his sleeve robe, and answered the call. It was Yizhen, the saint of joy, on the other side.

"How are you, Yanwan?"

The pink fox looked at her with a pale face and a worried tone.

The story of Bei Shan was very popular in the world. At first, she thought it was another rumor and didn't pay much attention to it.

It wasn't until Shangshan and the others went to Haobiao to beat up Zhou Lu that she realized something had really happened to Qin Yuan.

She wanted to visit Shangshan, but things in the clan kept her from leaving for the time being.

After a busy month, I finally found time to make this "phone call."

"It's nothing, don't worry." She waved and stared at Yi Zhen's face for a while.

The other person has lost weight, more than 01:30, and is a bit out of shape. Although she is not ugly, she is still prettier if she is fatter.

"How are you over there?"

Qin Yuan remembered the agreement he had made with her, that he would accompany her back to the clan when he was in the golden elixir.

Originally, she planned to arrange this matter after the incident of rescuing the fourth senior sister, but now that Zhou Lu has been banned for a year, without the person who hurt her so badly, she is not in such a hurry.

"It's not good. The internal fighting in our clan is fierce, and the high priest will be unable to suppress it."

Yi Zhen sighed, not wanting to dwell on this topic any longer, so she listened to what the other party said:

"Can you come and pick me up? I don't know where the nine-tailed fox is stationed in the snow mountain."

"???"

"Are you coming over?" Yi Zhen's eyes shrank obviously, followed by uncontrollable joy.

"Yes, I have a golden elixir."

"Oh! Just wait for me, I'll be there right away!"

Before the call was hung up, Yi Zhen stuffed it into her chest. In a hurry, Qin Yuan saw a touch of round jade white.

"Uh……"

Pink Fox is a capable person, and she really shows her brothers the good things she has!

After seeing the "phone" button turned off, Qin Yuan arranged his clothes, patted Xiaobai's head, held him in his arms and turned around to go out.

"Huh? Junior sister, are you going to... go out?"

Xia Yan, who was walking this way, saw her dressed neatly and asked doubtfully.

How come my little junior sister...is gradually becoming on par with the second senior brother and the fifth junior sister?Have you started running out every day?

"I promised Saint Hehuan some things before, but now I have time to deal with them." Qin Yuan explained, glancing at the thing in her hand: "Fourth Senior Sister, what are you..."

"This is for you." Xia Yan handed her the small bottle of elixir: "This morning, my aunt asked me to give you more blood-replenishing medicine."

"Uh…"

Qin Yuan's face was a little dark. After the two of them tried the small sacrifice technique, the best sacrifice was her blood.

Not only does the curse formed disturb people's minds, there is also a very small chance of awakening the inner demons of the cursed person.

If the inner demon is awakened, she can use a magic circle to cover it up, and quietly wait for the other person to go crazy, acting like I will kill myself!

Hiss...wait!

The magic treasures I use to serve the phantom formation...are they a bit too much?

In the past, there was the strange fire ghost, the "Three Thousand Floating Dreams" given by Feng Liuzi, plus the current deception technique, the empty phase face, the sacrifice curse...

Xiaobai hugged Qin Yuan's arms.

I almost forgot about you. Your ability is to burn people's memories, and you also serve my illusion array!

This…

Qin Yuan's eyelids twitched as he thought of the name of the movie in his previous life. If he put it to himself, wouldn't it mean -

Am I not a fantasy god?