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Chuzheng's eyes were calm and her tone was calm, but the male spirit instinctively sensed danger.

It seemed easy for this female spirit to kill him.

Chuzheng's foot crushed her hard, and the male spirit suddenly shouted: "Don't, don't kill me. If you kill me, he won't survive."

he……

Xia Han?

Chuzheng looked back at the boy on the bed and then at the male spirit body, feeling a little fucked up inside.

This spirit body couldn't be the first evil spirit body that Xia Han had, right?

She obviously saved him, why would she let Xia Han meet this evil spirit?

Chuzheng looked around, took the glass bottle from the cabinet, opened the cap, and pointed the mouth of the bottle at the evil spirit: "Go in."

The evil spirit body was confused: "Huh?"

"Go in."

These two words were indifferent, but they made the evil spirit body feel fierce.

"Come in, come in, I'll come in right now."

He quickly got into the bottle, and Chu Zheng closed the bottle tightly: "You can give it a try."

The evil spirit body was threatened, hugged itself tightly, and curled up into a ball.

He is the evil spirit!

He is the one! !

Chuzheng walked to the bed, helped Xia Han get up, and roughly fed the water in.

Chuzheng's body was cold, and Xia Han's whole body felt hot. After Chuzheng was fed with water, he clung to her and was unwilling to let go.

"It's so comfortable." Xia Han rubbed Chu Zheng's shoulder and found a comfortable position to nestle in.

Chuzheng broke him off, and he immediately came back to her.

Chuzheng thought he would hold her for a while and then let her go when she was no longer hot. However, he held her all morning without letting go, and his body temperature did not drop.

The voice of the evil spirit came from the bottle: "He has a fever, you have to find medicine for him."

Chuzheng raised her hand, and the bottle flew into her hand: "Go find it, don't try to run away, I want to find you, it's easy."

The evil spirit was released and he slapped himself in the face.

Make you talk bad.

But this man can't die, at least not like this.

The evil spirit was frustrated and went to find medicine. After Chuzheng fed Xia Han, the high fever subsided by night.

"Cough cough cough..."

Xia Han woke up with an itchy throat and coughed for a while.

He only felt light-headed, had a bitter taste in his mouth, and felt a little nauseous.

Where is he?

do you died?

"Little beauty..." His eyes gradually became focused, and he could clearly see the person sitting next to him... No, it was a spirit body.

The young man didn't know what he thought of, and his face turned pale with fright: "Did I become a spirit body too?"

"You want to become a spirit?" Chuzheng took out a knife with an expressionless face.

Xia Han suddenly woke up: "No, I don't want to, little beauty, please calm down."

He pressed Chu Zheng's hand and felt that the temperature on his hand was different from Chu Zheng's. Xia Han breathed a sigh of relief, he was not dead.

The evil spirit said that Xia Han might have been exposed to yin energy in Lingshi, and ended up being hung outside again. Under double torture, he became ill.

However, given Xia Han's special physique, he would get sick and die.

"Take medicine." Chuzheng handed him the medicine and water.

"This water..." Xia Han felt a little psychological.

"Foot-washing water." Chuzheng said expressionlessly.

"..." Xia Han looked at the water. The clean water should be spring water.

"It's so bitter." Xia Han drank two mouthfuls of water, and his whole face wrinkled together.

“Good medicine tastes bitter.”

"Bah, bah, bah." Xia Han looked disgusted. He was so miserable. What kind of medicine is this? The cold medicine he took before didn't taste like this!

Xia Han didn't see the packaging and didn't dare to ask the cold-faced Chu Zheng, so she had to give up.

He drank some water and felt that the bitter taste was less: "Little beauty, have you always been here?"

"Um."

"You are so kind, little beauty." Xia Han's eyebrows curved, and his whole person seemed to become sunny.

Chuzheng glanced at him, grabbed the bottle and threw it to him: "This spirit is yours."

The bottle was cold. Xia Han didn't care at first and grabbed it subconsciously. When Chu Zheng said the next words, he froze.

He swallowed: "Is it that ugly man?"

Chuzheng recalled the evil spirit's appearance and nodded: "Yeah."

Evil spirit: "..." Who is ugly! ! Who is ugly! !

After a pause, Chuzheng asked, "Do you know him?"

"He has been following me since I came back from Ling City..." Xia Han's voice became a little weaker: "I asked him to leave, but he refused and said he had some contract with me."

"Are you afraid of him?"

Xia Han didn't show much fear.

He glanced at Chuzheng, without nodding or shaking his head, but said: "He is very fierce, his eyes are like knives. I don't like him."

That is fear.

Chuzheng: "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"The little beauty is different." Xia Han put down the bottle.

"What's the difference?"

He raised his head slightly, his eyes shining: "It feels different to me. I don't think you will hurt me."

When he first saw her, he was not afraid of her.

He has seen many spirits, evil spirits, and ordinary spirits. When he was a child, he was always scared when he saw those spirits. As he grew older, his fear was hidden.

It's not that he's not afraid, he just knows that fear is useless.

They can hurt themselves.

He could only try his best to survive.

The more afraid he is, the less likely he is to survive. He cannot be afraid, at least not on the surface.

The room was quiet for a while. Chuzheng took the bottle away and broke the silence: "You said he had a contract with you? What contract?"

Xia Han shook his head.

Chuzheng released the evil spirit body: "You say."

The evil spirit's eyes wandered wildly, not knowing what it was thinking.

Chuzheng raised the knife in her hand again.

The evil spirit instantly calmed down: "It's just a spiritual contract..."

The evil spirit that originally wanted to deceive Chu Zheng, but after meeting Chu Zheng's gaze, did not dare to talk nonsense, and answered honestly: "He is now equivalent to my master."

This kind of spiritual contract cannot be concluded by ordinary people.

Among millions of people, there may not be one such person.

Chuzheng thought that she had appeared here inexplicably.

"Does the spirit that makes the contract have to be by the master's side?"

"Not necessarily, but if the master calls, you have to come back." The evil spirit replied carefully, looking closely at the knife in Chu Zheng's hand.

Chuzheng: "..." Get a hammer!

Chuzheng showed no signs of abnormality and said calmly: "Since he is your master, protect him well."

"Yes, yes." The evil spirit nodded repeatedly.

Chuzheng asked the evil spirit body to return to the bottle, and she threw the bottle to Xia Han.

"Will he hurt me again?"

"He didn't dare."

Xia Han nodded trustingly and exclaimed: "Little beauty, you are so amazing."

Chuzheng said seriously: "It's okay."

Xia Han was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Little beauty, you are so cute."

Chuzheng made sure that Xia Han was fine and told him that she was going back to Dongfu City. Xia Han did not try to persuade her to stay, but only said that she should come and see him when she had time.

Chuzheng was noncommittal.

Chuzheng left Taokong Mountain and floated towards Dongfu City.

When did she make a spiritual contract with Xia Han?

Chuzheng carefully recalled the scene in Lingshi at that time, and finally settled on the young man's kiss like a dragonfly touching water.

At that time, she felt an unusual heat in her body, and thought it was the boy's body temperature that came into contact with her body.

Now that I think about it, that is the power of the contract...

Can't let him know! !