My Little Mom is the Richest

This night, the moon is concealed and the stars are sinking, and the night is already deep. Except for the palace staff and guards who are on duty still quietly guarding their posts, Qingxu Palace has fallen into a deep sleep. On this quiet night, countless black mists slowly gathered together and gradually pieced together into the shape of a person.

"Dang!-Dang! Dang!" The little **** who beats the gong beats the gong and walks by, without squinting straight through the human-shaped black fog, can not help but fight a cold war, cursing in his heart: Your grandpa's ghost weather, no shame The wind is so cold. Then I had to cheer up and shout: "It's dark and cold at night, turn off the lights and close the door!"

As the little **** drifted away, the black mist began to move as if consciously, as if to determine something. Its moving speed was extremely slow, and its direction was very erratic, turning east and west indiscriminately for a while.

Behind the rockery not far away, a purple-clothed wind and snowy sun quietly stared at the black mist in front of him, frowned and thought: According to the situation, it was obvious that the little **** could not see the black mist in front of him, and it was obvious that he felt right. , These black mists are not ordinary mists, but grievances left by people who died unjustly in the palace for thousands of years. Now these grievances are gathered in human form, and it seems that they have formed...

"Wraith!" The magnetic male voice whispered from behind.

Feng Xueyang didn't look back, and laughed in a low voice: "Yes, this is a resentful spirit assembled from thousands of resentments, look! Is it looking for something?"

"Hey! How can you be so calm and calm in the face of people who suddenly appear, and give some reaction?" Seeing the friend of Jiyue's scenery in front of him, Xueren Lexing was deeply shocked.

"Not to mention how can you not feel this dark resentment based on your skill, even your crazy temper is not constrained, but I can feel your breath from a long distance." Feng Xueyang still refused. Take another look at Xue Lao Le Xing, and continue to stare at the resentful spirit in front of him. "Besides, compared with your sudden appearance, don't you realize that the resentful spirit in front of you is more weird?"

"Fine!" Xuelang Lexing shook his head helplessly, looking at the resentful spirit that was still spinning, his expression gradually became more solemn. "Although this palace is always the place with the most injustices, the Qingxu imperial family inherited Fuxi's line. It is blessed by righteousness, and the Fuxi Shrine is here, and its power is enough to suppress these grievances. This is why there has never been a grievance in Qingxu Palace for tens of thousands of years."

"Not bad!" Feng Xueyang squinted, looking forward, and said as if the resentful spirit finally found its direction: "Moreover, even if the resentment is too much, even the great God Fuxi's might not be able to suppress the resentful spirit, but this resentment Although the spirit is born of resentment between heaven and earth, it is as ignorant as a newborn baby. It only acts on the instinct of resentment in the body. Usually, as long as the creature it meets will become the object of its resentment and retaliate against it... just now, you I also saw it. It didn't attack the little eunuch, but what did it seem to be looking for?"

"According to the situation just now, according to my Xuelang legalist who specializes in hunting ghosts and destroying demons, this resentment must not be formed naturally, but some people use magical methods to condense and use them for some ulterior purposes. "Xueya Lexing hand touched his chin and said: "Moreover, those who can perform this technique under the power of Fuxi, their skill is certainly not weak... Hey! It's going to go! Hurry up!" After saying this, he got up to chase Unexpectedly, he was caught by Feng Xueyang, and couldn't help but turn around and asked: "Why are you? Don't you chase?"