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Meng Qiao was driving and kept chatting with her, "Master, if I can't catch that female ghost, will she really come to me?"

He had never believed in ghosts and gods, but now that his life was at stake, he had to believe it. Zhang Yiyan was sitting in the back seat, side by side with Yan Junge. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at him, "Yangui is a master of prostitution. She uses charm to seduce and feeds on men's yang essence. It's not an accident that she is eyeing you."

"If it hadn't been discovered in time, I'm afraid you would have lost your essence and died tonight."

Meng Qiao was a little embarrassed. He had always regarded himself as an elite talent, and he hid his quirks well in private. But when it came to this person, he seemed to be seen through.

He is very eloquent, but his face has not been perfected yet. After that, we arrived at Hongye Bar without saying anything. There were not many people at the moment, but the atmosphere inside was quite good.

The lights were dim, the air smelled of alcohol, and there was a sweet fragrance that was cloyingly sweet.

Zhang Yiyan frowned imperceptibly, took off the magic rope ring on his left wrist, and put it in Yan Junge's hand, "Hold it, to protect yourself in case of danger."

Looking at the red rope ring in his hand, Yan Junge tightened his fingers and felt a little moved in his heart. This is a magic weapon for self-defense. "Don't worry, I can use this treasure once, and I will definitely beat the soul of that sexy ghost to death." .”

Meng Qiao looked a little jealous and said pitifully, "Master, give me a weapon to defend myself too."

He took out a palm-sized peach wood sword from his arms. Meng Qiao's eyes widened in shock, "This, this sword is too small..."

Meeting Zhang's unkind gaze, he swallowed hard and hurriedly changed his words, "Not small, not small."

The lights in the bar were dim, the lanterns were rotating, and the whole place was shrouded in red ambient lights. The scene that was originally a normal scene looked strange to Meng Qiao, and he glanced behind him from time to time to see if Zhang Yiyan was following.

In the corridor, there were people kissing and touching each other. Even when they were talking, they were very close, as if everyone here was having an affair.

What's more, the fire is so intense that they can't extricate themselves, so they pull them into private rooms, tool rooms and other accidentally hidden places and start acting.

With all kinds of sounds filling his ears, Zhang Yiyan scanned the place again. There was something wrong with the wine, and there was also something wrong with the sweet fragrance in the air.

He turned his head and glanced at Yan Junge, who was already a little dazed. He raised his right hand to cover his mouth and nose, and lowered his voice and said, "There is something wrong with the aroma."

Using force on his hands, he sucked out the sweet fragrance he had inhaled. Yan Junge suddenly felt refreshed. He raised his hand to cover Zhang Yiyan's hand, and his warm breath blew into his palm.

"In a word, it's like wearing a gas mask. It's more effective than that air purifier."

"I thought this place was smoky just now, but now it feels better again."

The fingers grasped tightly, not wanting to let Zhang Yiyan's hand go away.

When he looked back, Meng Qiao had already walked away. He seemed to be attracted by something and couldn't notice anything else at all.

Zhang Yiyan recited the magic formula, cast a purification barrier, and covered Yan Junge inside. He withdrew the hand covering his mouth and held his hand, clasping his hands, "Follow me closely."

Looking down at the folded left hand, Yan Junge quietly raised the corners of his lips and said, "Okay."

The two of them quickly chased Meng Qiao, and saw him opening a private room in a familiar manner. Soon, the sound of men and women laughing could be heard from inside. The two of them looked at each other, leaned over slightly and peeked inside through a small piece of glass on the door. .

The woman on the sofa waved with a coquettish smile. Meng Qiao's eyes were blurred. The peach wood sword in his hand had already fallen to the ground, and he walked forward dully.

The next moment, the body fell straight down, and the whole head fell accurately on the woman's chest. The woman smiled and touched Meng Qiao's back, and her fingertips gradually grew longer.

Zhang Yiyan slowly loosened his hold on Yan Junge's hand, and the latter moved his fingers and quietly clenched his fists.

Gently push the box door open a small crack, recite the magic formula silently, put your index and middle fingers together, and point hard at the mahogany sword on the ground.

The mahogany sword shook a few times, then suddenly flew into the air. As Zhang Yiyan turned his fingers, the mahogany sword rotated, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the woman's eyebrows and shot out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

The woman screamed, pushed Meng Qiao away who was lying on her body, howled and pulled out the mahogany sword. She seemed to have exerted a lot of force. She turned her five fingers into claws and waved them twice in the air. Five holes were immediately opened on the sofa. , leaving five claw marks on the wall.

The female ghost suddenly looked towards the door with fierce eyes and screamed sharply, "It's you!!!"

"go to hell!"

The female ghost waved her sharp claws and rushed towards the door. Zhang Yiyan blocked Yan Junge with his left hand and quickly took a few steps back. With a wave of his right hand, three thunder talismans were attached to the door.

"Ahhhhhhhh"

Under the impact of the thunder talisman, the female ghost's coquettish and beautiful face was a little burnt.

"boom"

The box door was knocked open, and the sexy ghost floated out, glaring at Zhang Yiyan, "I want you to die."

As if accumulating strength, Yan Gui raised his head to the sky and let out a roar. His whole body became more enchanting, and the sweet fragrance in the air became stronger.

Yan Junge, who was standing one step behind Zhang Yiyan, suddenly raised his hand to support his head and shook his head vigorously in an attempt to wake up.

The next second, a tall and strong body hugged Zhang Yiyan from behind, and the scalding temperature was unlike that of ordinary people. The big hands eagerly grabbed his waist and began to rub it upwards.

Yan Gui smiled and spun around in the air, "Hahahaha, he regards you as a woman, hahahaha, he only wants to have fun now, but he doesn't care whether you are a boy or a girl."

Yangui suddenly smiled very ambiguously, "You are still a virgin, this man is so tall, he must be very brave in bed."

"Paired with my unique charming fragrance, I can't help myself. I was played to death on the bed for the first time. Think about it, isn't it very exciting! Hahahaha!"

"Enjoy it!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Yan Junge held Zhang Yiyan's chin with his right hand, and the latter's face was lifted up, and his left hand slipped in along the hem of his clothes.

The rough palms rubbed the soft skin, all the way up from the lower abdomen.

Zhang Yiyan's entire body was almost enveloped by Yan Junge, and the slippery kiss on his neck made his scalp numb.

I couldn't help but think seriously about whether to overturn him directly or remove his hands and feet and drive him into the wall.

Looking down at the magic rope that was thrown to the ground, Zhang Yiyan closed his eyes, rolled his eyes, and opened his eyes again with double pupils.

Yan Gui's past and present lives were all in sight. He slightly opened his right hand and gathered strength, and the magic rope flicked directly into his hand. He quickly recited the magic formula. In the next second, the magic rope wrapped Yan Junge several times and dragged him to the wall. In the blink of an eye, his eyeballs recovered.

Yan Junge stumbled and fell against the wall. The magic rope formed a barrier around him, blocking out the strange fragrance, and finally woke up again.

,,,Is it too late for him to continue pretending to be dead? ? ?

Seeing that his whole body was flushed, Zhang Yiyan knew without guessing that he remembered what happened just now, but he had no time for him to be shy now.

He took out a copper coin from his arms and brought it to his mouth, "Hold it."

Yan Junge opened his mouth obediently, and when his lips touched the cold fingers, he subconsciously bit the copper coin. Zhang Yiyan retracted his hand, turned around and faced the pornographic ghost, no longer distracted.

Reciting the spell, he spread out his right hand and lined up a row of yellow talismans in front of his body. The spell was recited faster and faster, and the erotic ghost screamed and rushed towards him.

Kill the evil ghost first and then kill the night light. If the god is disobedient, why would the ghost dare to act like a law?

In the flash of lightning, following Zhang Yiyan's movements, yellow talismans shot at Yangui. The latter dodged several times, but his right arm was still injured.

Following the blood flowing out of the wound, the sweet and sticky feeling in the air became even more intense. The men and women who were originally hiding in the corner walked towards this side, stretching out their hands to scratch.

Their eyes were dull, their faces were dull, and they were mumbling inaudible words.

"Yan Junge, use the magic rope and don't let them get close."

Yan Junge stood up straight, squeezed the rope tightly, and nodded vigorously.