Love your pet egg

Eleven followed Yun Shu into the room assigned to him, looked in with his head, and laughed: "Why does this room look like a girl lives in?"

The room was pitch black, but it didn't affect his vision. The room was covered with peony red curtains, embroidered with butterflies of various colors. There was no wind in the room, and the curtains danced by themselves, which looked like colorful flowers among thousands of flowers. Butterflies are flying, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers floating in the house, which is indeed a bit like a women's boudoir.

Yun Shu also smiled: "If Eleven doesn't like this room, why not exchange it with me?"

"No need," Eleven yawned and waved his hands, "Just sleep for one night, it's the same everywhere, good night!"

"Wait," Yun Shu called him, hesitating for a moment, "Just now I saw Eleven's journey, and I think you can see those ghosts, but Eleven has opened his eyes?"

"That's it."

"This sky eye is the same as your fire spirit root, is it not born?"

"Yes."

Yun Shu took a deep look at him:

"Then why do you avoid those ghosts? Did you know that even yang fire spiritual power devouring extremely yin things is of great benefit to your practice?"

Eleven tilted his head: "Those ghosts didn't do evil in their lifetime, why did you kill them?"

Yun Shu was startled, and then said:

"They have no sanity at all, and they don't even know that they still exist. They can be used by practitioners without losing their value. The root of the fire spirit is incompatible with Yin, just like a cat is to a mouse, an eagle is to a snake, a lion is to an antelope, see The catching of nature is nature, but how eleven can go against this nature, forgive me for not being able to understand."

"Ants, ghosts, ghosts, and demons are all common people." Eleven put his hands behind his back, and suddenly put on a serious face that is completely different from his immature face, "Wild ghosts don't have sanity, but I do. They didn't do it when they were humans. It's a bad thing, and it didn't harm anyone when it was a ghost, but it's just making way for them, what's the problem?"

To Eleven, there is no difference between humans and ghosts, immortals and demons, three animals and six animals. The vitality of all things has nothing to do with compassion.

Everything is a humble dog, and everything has its own destiny.

Yun Shu never expected that this seemingly heartless young man who came all the way would say such a thing, he was stunned for a moment, seeing Eleven yawned again and wanted to close the door, he held the door with one hand, Urgently:

"Eleven, this room..."

"Brother," Lin Xuan's voice came from behind coldly, "It's late at night, and I'm still waiting for you to go back to your room."

Yun Shu turned his head, but Eleven said "good night" to both of them at the same time, and closed the door behind him.

Yun Shu stood at the door, raised his hand and wanted to knock, but Lin Xuan came over and asked in a low voice:

"What does brother want to do?"

Yun Shu looked at Lin Xuan hesitantly, but Lin Xuan took his arm and dragged him all the way back to the room, and closed the door with a "bang", Lin Xuan was a little out of breath:

"Brother wants to remind that Feng Shishi, is that room uninhabitable?"

"Junior Brother," Yun Shu frowned, "We may have misunderstood Feng Shishi."

"Just because he said a few high-sounding words? Who wouldn't say such beautiful words, and brother will use this to think that he is a righteous person? Maybe he just said it casually to protect ghosts?"

Yun Shu shook his head: "I don't think it looks like..." If the evil spirits were heretics, how could they not bear to hurt even ignorant ghosts.

"It's better to believe it than to believe it's nothing. It's just a search for the soul, and it's not for his life. If he is really a righteous person, I will apologize to him tomorrow and give him a soul-fixing pill. Besides, definitely After knowing his identity, we will also explain to the Palace Master and Master."

Yun Shu couldn't bear it: "But this soul-searching technique is extremely dangerous. People who have been sent here have always had a certain foundation and can't support it. Very proficient in..."

"He has no family, no affiliation and no guidance, so he can open the eyes of the sky. If he is a human, this is absolutely impossible! If he is not a human, then what is he, we have to find out!"

Lin Xuan looked displeased, "Brother, you have never been so indecisive. From my point of view, this Feng Shishi is just a little goblin. You are so fascinated that you lose the clarity of the altar, and you will be led by the nose!"

"Nonsense!" Yun Shu scolded softly, sighed, and murmured, "It's up to him."

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Eleven closed the door, stretched leisurely, jumped over the heavy curtains, and jumped happily into the layered soft room. Although this is a haunted house, all the utensils are very gorgeous and precious, and the quilt is soft. It's fluffy and fluffy, sleeping in the cold Datong bunk in the stone house for the past few days, the children's sleep talk can be heard endlessly, and tonight there is a soft pillow on the Chinese couch, so I can finally sleep comfortably.

The room was suddenly filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, and a white phantom mist curled up. A ghostly figure appeared at the head of the bed, and the long black cloak was dragged to the ground. The brim of the cloak was extremely pressed, covering most of the man's face. Only the moist red lips and the sharp and graceful chin are exposed.

His whole body was wrapped in a cloak, only his slender white hand was exposed, with a blooming red flower on his fingertip.

That hand was as pale as a bone, lifeless, and the flower was so red that it seemed to bleed, this plain red flower was full of gloomyness and coldness.

Unsurprisingly, Eleven sat up cross-legged and cupped his hands: "You are the owner of this courtyard? I am Feng Eleven. I will stay here for the night. Do you mind the owner?"

The man opened his lips slightly, and his mouth was like a dark wind passing through his ears. Ordinary people would be afraid that their bones would be frozen when they heard it: "You are the first person who has not been afraid of seeing me."

Eleven put one hand on his knee, stared at him with his chin up, and suddenly grinned: "You are also the most beautiful ghost I have ever seen."

The man was obviously stunned, and Eleven pursed his lips: "But your flower grows better."

As soon as the words fell, a whirlwind suddenly blew up in the room, and the heavy curtains suddenly turned into extremely thin and dense silk ribbons, interwoven into an airtight net, hooded the young man in red, and wrapped him tightly.

Eleven was caught off guard, and was caught in the net by a ghost like a fish. He struggled hard, but found that the net was soft and dense, cold to the bone. Once he struggled, the net would melt into his skin Here, the harder he struggled, the tighter he was entangled, and he suddenly realized:

"Soul lock thread? So you are the king of ghosts."

The one who possesses the soul-locking thread and has mastered the soul-searching technique is the ghost king. Eleven pouted, "Then you are considered the master of the world, why are you so unreasonable? If you don't want me to live here, I'll change the room." That's it."

"Who are you?" Ghost King asked in a deep voice. This young man can actually see his real body and see through the body of the red flower in his hand. It is impossible for Sanxian from the Sixteenth Palace of the Immortal Sect to do it here. arrived.

"You don't even know if you tell me," 4000 years ago, the shell of Shiyi hadn't been broken yet. If the name of Lingguang Zhenjun was revealed in a few thousand years, the ghost king would have to bow down to him!

Eleven pulled the part of the soul-locking thread that didn't penetrate into his body, and said unhappily, "You let me go quickly, or I will burn it!"

"Ignorant child, I don't know how to advance or retreat!" The ghost king snorted lightly, "Even the real fire of samadhi can't do anything to this soul-locking thread!"

"That's because you don't know enough. In the three realms, there is Yang Huo that is more powerful than the Samadhi True Fire!" Eleven impatiently said, "I don't want to fight with you, so let me go!"

The black cloak fluttered suddenly without wind, the hood on the cloak slid open, and the long purple hair of the person under the cloak spread out soundlessly, and the light and shadow between the ends of the hair went up and down like fireflies, as if flowing The waterfall is breathtakingly beautiful.

Fenghuang Tian is □□ beautiful, and also likes to compare beauty. Eleven was attracted by the ghost king's long hair, and was amazed, but the pair of purple eyes of the ghost king gave off a strange faint luster. He stared closely at Eleven's eyes, as if To suck his soul into pupils:

"Since you don't say who you are, then I'll come and visit you personally!"

All things in the world are interdependent, yang can overcome yin, and yin can also damage yang. Although eleven has a godhead, his transformation is less than a hundred years old, and his magic power is far inferior to the thousand-year-old ghost king. He can walk freely in the world. The idea needs to be 12 points of energy, and all he relies on is his natural supernatural power.

The moment he was distracted by the ghost king's hair before he could use the real fire of the sun, the soul-locking threads wrapped around his body suddenly sank into his flesh and blood, and the purple pupil of the ghost king invaded his consciousness at the same time. There was a dull pain, like thousands of ice picks piercing into the limbs and bones, the blood vessels in the whole body were almost frozen, even the yin and the cold were against the fire phoenix, Eleven felt his eyes went black, the pain was almost unbearable.

Since he broke his shell, no one can offend him except he is inevitable in the catastrophe. Eleven immediately became furious: "Presumptuous!"

He didn't care if it was 4000 years ago, what would be the consequences of burning a ghost king who had passed the pedigree of the underworld, and being bullied to such an extent, Xiao Fenghuang was about to explode!

A burst of red light rose from the dantian, and the real sun fire was gaining momentum. The ghost king's face changed, and the vigorous and enthusiastic fire made him immediately aware of the danger. Pushing it away, Ghost King and Eleven looked out the door at the same time.

A black and thin little boy appeared at the door holding something that looked like a weight and an inkstone in his hand. Eleven exclaimed: "Jiang Xiaoli!"

Holding the ghost crying string, Jiang Li could already clearly see the figure of the ghost king, and also saw the purple radiant soul-locking thread wrapped around Eleven's body. His pupils shrank suddenly, and his mind almost exploded Open, the old and new enmity with Huang Liuhe surged in his head, he recited the formula in a low voice, his voice was full of anger, and the ghost crying string in his hand suddenly made a clang, just like the string of a qin being struck, its sound clang Dang, sometimes high and sometimes suppressed, mournfully, whimpering, sometimes howling like ten thousand ghosts, sometimes clanging like a golden bell.

There was a sudden gust of wind in the courtyard, and the already pitch-black house was more like a space sealed with graphite. The lanterns on the door were all extinguished, and even the doors of houses in the distant town were rumbled shut.

Yun Shu and Lin Xuan's expressions changed suddenly, and the long swords on their backs were unsheathed at the same time. They rushed out of the door without even thinking, and they guessed that there must be an accident in the eleventh room. Forgot to put an enchantment on the children's doors, lest any one would run out and cause trouble.

The ghost king was originally standing at the head of Eleven's bed, but when the sound of strings sounded, his body trembled violently, as if a huge mountain was pressing on his back, and the green brick ground under his feet suddenly sank, It cracked in pieces, like the soul-locking silk he locked on Eleven's body to form a net.

As the sound became more and more intense, like the sound of drums and bells, the ghost king became more and more unable to hold on, and knelt down on one knee, sweating profusely, and his long purple hair with a faint luster instantly turned dark red, as if he had lost his vitality. Like, dark and deep:

"Ghost... crying string..."

"Take the soul-locking thread!" Jiang Li's voice was immature, but the anger contained in his words was full of momentum.

Even if Jiang Li didn't show up with ghostly crying strings, the real fire of the sun on Eleven would be enough to burn the soul-locking thread, but Eleven still greatly strengthened Jiang Li's affection, he patted Jiang Li's thin and slender shoulder: "Jiang Xiaoli , you are too loyal, you are such a good boy!"

He didn't ask Jiang Li at all how a child would know the incantation of Guikuxian. As soon as the soul lock was gone, he jumped out of the bed neatly, twisted his ten fingers, and the knuckles made a "crackling" sound. Eleven Frustrated, True Monarch Phoenix has never suffered such a suffocation, and he will definitely fight an eye for an eye with an eye for an eye:

"Don't you like soul-hunting? I'll let you have a taste of this too!"

As he said that, he took out the Lishan Kunshan mirror and pointed it at the ghost king.

One of the functions of the Lishan Kunlun Mirror is to "soul-hunting", which is much more powerful than the ghost king's soul-searching technique, but those whose mana is higher than the ghost king's will not be affected by the soul-searching technique. Jiang Li in his previous life has arrived This is the case in the later period, and the Kunlun Mirror of Lishan Mountain was made by the Qinglong God. If the mana is under the Qinglong, no one can beat the Qinglong in the three realms and six realms.

Jiang Li only felt a blue light flash in front of his eyes, as if a huge vortex-like force sucked him into it, and seemed to rush into his body, and merged with him, and then he found himself in a fog among.

"Eleven? Eleven!"

"Eh? Jiang Xiaoli?" Eleven's voice sounded not far away. Jiang Li stretched out his arm and groped a few times. Sure enough, he touched a warm and delicate palm, and immediately held it tightly.

"Why are you here?" Eleven was very surprised, the Lishan Kunlun mirror activated the soul-sucking, and the memory of the person who was captured should appear on the mirror, but why did he and Jiang Xiaoli enter the illusion.

"How do I know?" Jiang Li said depressedly, "I still want to ask you? Where is this place? It's so thick that I can't see you at all!"

"Don't worry," a cluster of flames lit up at eleven o'clock, and the red light pierced through the phantom fog, and the two finally saw each other's faces, looking around around eleven, "This is like a garden, it's strange...then There's someone around, let's go and ask!"

At this time, Jiang Li also found that he and Shiyi were in a garden, the fog in front of his eyes slowly cleared, and a variety of reds and purples mixed with an intoxicating aroma rushed towards his face.

There are all kinds of flowers planted in this garden, competing for splendor and beauty. Amidst the fragrance of the garden, the bright red peony in the middle is particularly conspicuous. It grows alone in a small flowerbed made of jade. This peony is as red as maple fire, and the morning sun Coat it with a layer of light flowing gold, floating in the breeze, just like the surging clouds and flowing clouds in the sky, it is so beautiful that it is difficult to describe in words.

There were many people busy in the garden, who looked like gardeners' servants. Eleven led Jiang Li over and asked a middle-aged man in his forties:

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

The man turned around, but his eyes did not stay on Eleven at all. Instead, he took a step forward and knocked off a hand that was reaching for the peony with a "slap":

"Little bastard! You can touch this flower? After a while, the young master will come over to enjoy the flowers. If the peony loses a leaf, be careful with your skin!"

The child squinted his mouth aggrievedly: "I just touch it, it won't break it!"

"You can't even touch it! This is the young master's darling, and no one will touch it except him!"

The child made a grimace, and squatted by the flowerbed, staring at the peony flowers.

"Hey?" Eleven waved his hand in front of the middle-aged man, "Why are you ignoring me?"

The middle-aged man taught him a few more words, turned around and continued to work, ignoring Eleven at all.

Eleven had no choice but to ask the little boy looking at the flowers, "Children, children! What is this place?"

The child was squatting on the ground, staring blankly at the flowers with his chin resting on his hand.

Jiang Li tugged at Eleven's sleeves: "They don't seem to be able to see us."

People in the garden were busy shuttling around. Eleven walked back and forth in front of these people a few times, and finally confirmed that people here couldn't see him and Jiang Li. He scratched his head in confusion. People here couldn't see them. It can only show that he and Jiang Li are souls and have no flesh/body here, so where did their flesh/body go?

Eleven has traveled through many worlds, but has never encountered such a situation.

At this moment, Jiang Li tugged on his sleeve again: "Eleven, look!"

Surrounded by the crowd, a young son was walking towards him.

The man was tall and tall, with gorgeous clothes and a beautiful crown, and his black hair was like a waterfall. He was very handsome. He was holding a white jade inlaid gold fan. The fingers holding the fan were well-articulated. There is a lot of flirtatiousness between the transfers.

Despite the huge difference in temperament, Eleven and Jiang Li recognized this person at the same time:

"This is not the ghost king!"

"Huang Liuhe!"

A flash of lightning flashed in Eleven's mind, and he slapped his forehead: "This is the ghost king's sea of ​​consciousness! No wonder these people can't see us!"

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感谢在2019-12-1415:18:25~2019-12-1611:50:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Zhizhi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!