Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Song Yanqing climbed up to the thirteenth floor following the yin energy, and heard the faint sound of mantra chanting from upstairs.

An urgent sound echoed in the empty and silent building, and the roar of a strange man was mixed in the incantation.Song Yanqing looked at the evil spirit permeating the air, and heaved a long sigh.

He walked upstairs quickly, and the corridor on the fourteenth floor was in a mess.

Broken talismans and broken red threads were scattered all over the place, and the walls were stained with blood.Song Yanqing looked at the drops of blood slowly flowing along the wall, and felt that it was particularly dazzling.

Song Yanqing took a deep breath with a cigarette in his mouth, thinking that Hongji was worthy of being the leading man. Seeing the scene, He Chuanhua and Hao Qingshan were probably well-prepared, and the two joined forces and did not take advantage of Hongji.

He clenched his mahogany sword tightly, and ran towards the place with the heaviest yin energy.

This is a room with two rooms and two halls, and the walls are covered with talismans.

Even though there was no wind, those talismans kept fluttering.

There was a fierce fight in the living room, blood spattered on the wall, staining the talismans on it red, someone was injured here.

Even though Song Yanqing tried his best to ignore these things, the image of He Chuanhua's injury still appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

The talismans on the walls around the master bedroom have turned black, and those talismans close to the bedroom are burning rapidly.

Song Yanqing shivered from the cold air around him, he took a deep breath and walked towards the bedroom.

The door of the master bedroom had been broken long ago, Song Yanqing leaned against the wall and peeked in. He Chuanhua and Hao Qingshan were holding on to the red thread tightly, trapping Hongji firmly, and they were trying their best to move towards the door in the center of the room. Pull up with a formation.

Liu Shiyin was lying in the formation staring at the ceiling in a daze, her hands were nailed to the ground, when she heard Song Yanqing's voice, she turned her head and looked at Song Yanqing with a heartless look.

She was silenced and whimpered a few times, but Song Yanqing couldn't make out what she was shouting.

Hao Qingshan also saw Song Yanqing, but he was too busy chanting mantras to speak,

He Chuanhua followed the voice and looked back, only seeing a little bit of red in the strong yin.

"Yan Qing?" He Chuanhua called out tentatively.

Song Yanqing responded, and He Chuanhua's face darkened instantly, and he said coldly, "What are you doing here, go out."

Song Yanqing saw the worry on his brow, and knew that he was worried about his own safety.

He looked at Hongji vigilantly, and said to He Chuanhua, "I brought all your things."

He Chuanhua just wanted Song Yanqing to leave quickly, but he subconsciously said it was useless.

Hearing this, Hao Qingshan grinned and cursed: "What are you playing affectionately, little anchor, don't you hold a mahogany sword, stab him to death quickly."

While talking, he took out the talisman and slapped it on the red thread to prevent Hongji from breaking free.

The yin energy of Hongji's body spread on the red lines, and those few red lines formed a complex formation,

Two of them were held by He Chuanhua and Hao Qingshan, and the other was tied to a straw man.

I don't know what they did to that straw man, no matter how Hongji struggled, the straw man stood upright on the ground without being dragged at all.

It's just that the red line on the straw man's body is gradually turning black, and the original color can no longer be seen near the red millet.

The fragile red thread made a slight sound, as if it would break at any moment.

Even if Song Yanqing didn't know much, he could see that the situation was critical.

He ignored Liu Shiyin's begging eyes, and rushed towards Hongji with the mahogany sword in hand.

He Chuanhua couldn't see clearly, he could only see a red shadow getting closer in the darkness.

He anxiously called out to Yanqing, and seeing that he couldn't stop him, he pulled the red thread even harder with a livid face, for fear that Hongji would break free and hurt Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing didn't think he could kill Hongji, after all he was the hero of this world.

Song Yanqing didn't use any moves, he aimed at Hongji's heart and pierced it with all his strength.

Hongji didn't take Song Yanqing seriously at first, in his impression Song Yanqing was a soft and weak little boy who would fall down when pushed.

The only thing worthy of praise is the time when he sacrificed his life to save Liu Shiyin.

But when the mahogany sword stabbed over, Hongji instinctively felt the danger.

He gave up fighting Hao Qingshan, turned his head and looked straight at Song Yanqing.

The moment their eyes met, Hongji read Song Yanqing's memory.

That should be Song Yanqing's previous life, and I don't know how this person left behind the past when he reincarnated.

Although the system quickly found an abnormality, even if the invasion of Hongji was prevented, Hongji had already seen part of it.

When Song Yanqing pierced Hongji's body with his mahogany sword, he heard a familiar voice.

"Left protector?"

Song Yanqing suddenly stopped, his body stiffened, he raised his head in disbelief, and stared at Hongji in a daze.

The mahogany sword had already pierced Hongji's heart. This was obviously not an ordinary mahogany sword, and the person holding the sword was by no means an ordinary person.

Seeing Song Yanqing stunned, Hongji knew that he had made the right move.

Hao Qingshan looked at Song Yanqing's dumbfounded look, and couldn't get angry, he shouted in a cold voice: "Song Yanqing, look clearly, he is Hongji, the king of ghosts!"

Hongji saw Song Yanqing's eyes gradually becoming clearer, he hooked the corners of his lips, and his originally resolute and handsome face gradually became softer.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a pair of long and narrow eyes looked at Song Yanqing complicatedly and said softly: "Guardian Song... I finally found you."

The suppressed thoughts flooded Song Yanqing's heart like a tide, almost destroying all his sanity.

Song Yanqing's hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, he was panting violently, and his chest was constricted and aching.

In the original text, Hongji used this trick to deal with He Chuanhua.It's just that He Chuanhua has no worries or worries, he only wants to eliminate demons and defend the way, and Hongji's methods have no effect on him.

After Hongji had seen it, Song Yanqing was ready.He thought he could bear it, but Hongji's simple words made him crumble.

Although He Chuanhua couldn't see Song Yanqing's expression through the yin energy, he heard Song Yanqing call the leader tremblingly.

"Yanqing." He Chuanhua called Song Yanqing worriedly, but Song Yanqing didn't respond.

He Chuanhua has always known that there is someone in Song Yanqing's heart, and they are in love with each other, even if that person dies, he will become obsessed with protecting Song Yanqing.

He Chuan also knew that Hongji must have spied on Song Yanqing's memory and turned into that person.

He wanted to see who Song Yanqing was in his heart, but no matter how he struggled, there was still a strong yin in front of his eyes.

He Chuanhua pursed his lips tightly, he grabbed the red thread with one hand, and pinched the bullet with the other.

He must deal with Hongji quickly, or make Song Yanqing wake up.

Song Yanqing had just loosened a little bit under his deliberate teasing/pushing, but now that Hongji made a move, it almost wiped out He Chuanhua's previous efforts.

He Chuanhua can kill obsession and destroy the red cloth.He can wait, because time will eventually wear away that person's place in Song Yanqing's heart.

But He Chuanhua didn't want to wait. When he put on lipstick on Song Yanqing, his mind was full of the scene of pressing him on the bed and kissing him deeply.

He wanted to bite Song Yanqing's lips, wanted Song Yanqing to remember his breath, and wanted to take that person's place.

He wanted Song Yanqing to only have him in his heart, and even whispered his name in his sleep.

He Chuanhua took a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent in his heart.

He chanted the incantation softly, and made quick moves in his hand.

Hao Qingshan's sight was blocked by Hongji, and He Chuanhua chanted the mantra in a low voice.He saw that He Chuanhua didn't make a sound for a long time, he just thought that he couldn't accept the reality.

Hao Qingshan couldn't see this submissive look the most, he said in a deep voice: "Song Yanqing! See clearly, it's Hongji, not your leader!"

The sound reached Song Yanqing's ears, but it didn't wake him up.

Of course Song Yanqing knew that this was not Mo Nanchen, even though the voice and appearance were the same.But after Song Yanqing was stunned for the first time, he realized that they were not alone.

Because when Hongji looked at him, he always pretended to be affectionate.

He smiled stiffly, looked at Hongji, and said softly: "Can you... lie to me a few more words, you can say anything, I like it."

Hongji hit with one blow, feeling a little proud in his heart.He felt that Song Yanqing's sword was becoming more and more unstable. As long as he said a few more words, the psychological defense line established by this person would collapse in an instant.

He looked at Song Yanqing, that person's eyes were full of admiration, and he maintained a far-fetched but happy smile on his face.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end only tears fell silently.

In Song Yanqing's memory, Hongji saw the scene of the two hugging each other and going to Huangquan together, and knew how important that person was to Song Yanqing.

The love between him and Liu Shiyin has just begun, and the relationship between the two is ignorant. Before this, Hongji had never been stared at so lovingly.

Hongji was at a loss for a while, and Liu Shiyin who was not far away uttered a few times, pulling Hongji's thoughts back.

He glanced at Liu Shiyin who was nailed to the ground with a pale face, and the trace of pity for Song Yanqing in his heart was instantly replaced by anger.

Seeing that the two Taoist priests couldn't separate their hands in order to trap him, the only person who hurt him in a short time was Song Yanqing who was willing to fall into the trap in front of him.

Hongji pursed her lips and imitated the man's expression and tone of command: "Guardian Song, take the sword away."

There was a struggling expression on the face of the person in front of him, Hongji said in a soft voice, "Put it down, my chest hurts badly."

He Chuanhua, who was reciting the mantra, heard Song Yanqing's begging that was almost as humble as dust. He only felt his brain buzzing, and his rationality, which he was barely maintaining, was directly overwhelmed by jealousy.

Now he just wants to let go of the red thread in his hand, he doesn't care about any formations, and he doesn't want to think about the existence of ghost kings.

Just when he was about to move, he suddenly heard Song Yanqing's long sigh.

"Forget it, if he knows that I have become like this, he will probably be disappointed."

These words were spoken abruptly, and the mahogany sword in his hand pierced Hongji's heart directly.

Hongji stared blankly at the mahogany sword piercing her, and looked up at Song Yanqing in disbelief.

He didn't change back, and still maintained Mo Nanchen's appearance.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his lips trembling slightly.

Obviously he was the one who received the sword, but the person on the other side looked even more embarrassed than him.

"Don't you love me anymore?" Hongji was worried that Song Yanqing would hurt him again, while secretly struggling to break free from the red thread, he bewitched, "Are you going to forget me and go find someone else?"

Song Yanqing's expression had returned to calm, only her face became paler.

He didn't answer Hongji's words, but lowered his eyelids and asked, "Do you want to kill him, or seal him?"

As he spoke, he drew out the mahogany sword, this time aiming at Hongji's head.

Hao Qingshan didn't wait for He Chuanhua to speak, and shouted first: "Seal him!"

He Chuanhua narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, and it is not impossible to seal Hongji.But now he regards Song Yanqing as his personal property, and he will destroy everything that reminds Song Yanqing of that person.

This is the obsession, the red cloth strips, and the Hongji who changed into that person and reminded Song Yanqing of his thoughts.

He Chuanhua made up his mind to kill Hongji, so he couldn't let Hao Qingshan seal him now.

He Chuanhua's thoughts turned, but his expression remained calm.

Hearing Hao Qingshan's words, Song Yanqing responded, turned the tip of the sword to avoid the vital point, and stabbed Hongji's shoulder.

The person who consecrated the sword was clever, and the hole in Hongji's heart healed extremely slowly. Seeing that Song Yanqing was about to make a move, he knew that this move would no longer work.

He struggled violently a few times, avoiding Song Yanqing's sword, raised his head high and let out a long and stern cry: "My people, my loyal ministers, where are you all!!!"

The voice was loud, and the piercing shout made He Chuanhua's eyes go dark.

He hurriedly chanted the mantra silently to stabilize his mind, Song Yanqing was caught off guard, and stepped back a few steps, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

When He Chuanhua heard the sound of the mahogany sword falling to the ground, he couldn't help calling Yanqing worriedly.

Song Yanqing retched, he pressed his buzzing ears and panted and replied: "It's okay."

The lonely and wild ghosts who had been wandering outside heard the ghost king's call, and all rushed towards Hongji.

Song Yanqing felt that the temperature instantly became extremely low, and the talismans spread all over the room were rattling by the wind.

He watched those talismans burn out in just a few seconds, and then, countless bloody handprints appeared on the window of the master bedroom.

The handprints spread into the room along the window, they stained the wall red, and then crawled down along the place where the talismans had been pasted, rubbing Song Yanqing's feet and rushing straight to Hongji.

He Chuanhua saw countless lonely and wild ghosts rushing towards the formation that trapped Hongji, and there were also two red-clothed ghosts among them.

He thought for a while, took out the talisman in his arms, and threw it at the red-clothed ghost closest to him.

The ghost-suppressing talisman fell on the ghost, directly burning a hole in it.

The red-clothed ghost screamed, no longer collided with the barrier, but rushed towards He Chuanhua instead.

He Chuanhua's talismans had been used up, and he was chanting incantations with his face sinking like water.But no matter how fast he chanted the spell, it couldn't be finished within a few seconds.

He watched as the red-clothed ghost grabbed his neck and tore his arms, as if trying to tear him apart.

Pain came from the arm held by the ghost, and He Chuanhua was pinched by the neck and couldn't call for help.He gritted his teeth, holding the red thread tightly in his hand.

Song Yanqing, who was driving away the ghosts, accidentally glanced at He Chuanhua, and was taken aback by the situation there.

He threw out the talisman, scattered the ghosts surrounding him, ran straight to He Chuanhua, and pierced the red-clothed ghost's body with his sword.

This mahogany sword can even hurt the Red Millet, let alone a ghost who has just turned into a red dress.

Song Yanqing ignored the female ghost who had disappeared into ashes. He saw He Chuanhua's body shaking twice, and immediately went to support him and said worriedly, "Master Daoist, how are you?"

"Alive." He Chuanhua's throat was burning, and he bent down and coughed twice.

Song Yanqing thought he was injured, so she hugged him quickly and said, "Shall I help you pull the rope? Can this thing be replaced midway?"

He Chuanhua didn't speak, but Hao Qingshan smiled.

He said mockingly: "You treat it like a relay race, and you changed people halfway. If you really feel sorry for him, come over and kill these ghosts!"

Song Yanqing was right when he heard it, he just wanted to go over with the sword in hand, when He Chuanhua suddenly grabbed him.

"What's wrong?" Song Yanqing turned around and asked.

He Chuanhua narrowed his eyes slightly, making it impossible to see through his thoughts.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Song Yanqing panicked for no reason, he supported the limp He Chuanhua and called anxiously: "Master Daoist."

Before he finished speaking, He Chuanhua seemed to finally be unable to bear the pain in his body.The whole person fell limply, and the red thread that had been held in his hand also slipped out.

Song Yanqing had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed the red thread.It's just like what Hao Qingshan said, this thing is not a relay race, and it's useless to change teams midway.

At the same time, the straw man tied with another red thread let out a sharp wailing, and was torn to pieces by the surging ghosts.

At the same time, losing the shackles of both parties, only Hao Qingshan was left alone and couldn't maintain the situation at all.

The formation was broken by the ghost in an instant, and Hongji broke free abruptly.

He waved the wooden nail in Liu Shiyin's hand into powder, picked up the unconscious Liu Shiyin and quickly flew out of the window.

"Nie Yi! Where are you going!" Hao Qingshan yelled, and hurriedly followed, but was surrounded by the little ghosts driven by Hongji.

When he broke up the little ghosts surrounding him, Hongji had already fled away with Liu Shiyin.

As soon as Hongji left, the little ghosts summoned by him also gradually left.

Hao Qingshan stood by the window, looking at the mess all over the floor, trembling with anger.

He picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, and walked towards He Chuanhua step by step.

He Chuanhua leaned in Song Yanqing's arms, coughing from time to time, and looked seriously injured.

Song Yanqing heard Hao Qingshan's footsteps, and just wanted him to help find out where He Chuanhua was, but when she looked up, she saw the cold killing intent in Hao Qingshan's eyes.

Song Yanqing thought at first that Hao Qingshan wanted to kill herself, but when she heard Hao Qingshan told him to go away.He groaned, realizing that his target was the seriously injured He Chuanhua.

Although he didn't understand how the two brothers who loved each other turned against each other, Song Yanqing still held the mahogany sword and held He Chuanhua tightly in his arms.

Seeing this, Hao Qingshan snorted coldly and said: "Why, just now I saw that person's face and was crying to death, and now he came to hug my junior brother again. I really thought you were a lover just now, now it seems It's just a pervert who likes men."

He Chuanhua tilted his head slightly, and buried his face in Song Yanqing's arms, so as not to reveal the coldness in his eyes.

Song Yanqing hissed, poked the system and said, "It turns out that Senior Brother Hao Qingshan is homophobic." '

The system was silent for a while, then replied: [Obviously, he is more like a mad dog than homophobic. ]

It was rare for the system's words, which had always been serious and reserved, to be aggressive. Song Yanqing felt novel for a moment, and he asked casually: 'Are you angry? '

[Actually, I'm just a semi-intelligent human customer service. ] The system calmly said: [The person who designed the program for me did not add emotional programs for me, I don't think I have the function of getting angry. ]

Song Yanqing had a conversation with the system in his mind, Hao Qingshan saw that his mouth was tightly pursed and remained silent, and he didn't say any more insults.

"You go away, this is the grievance between me and him." Hao Qingshan said.

Song Yanqing put his arms around He Chuanhua, clenched the mahogany sword guard in his hand and said in a low voice, "I don't know about the grievances between you, but I won't allow you to hurt him."

Hao Qingshan looked at Song Yanqing's thin body and felt it was ridiculous, he said coldly: "You'd better leave as soon as possible while I'm still soft-hearted."

Song Yanqing put He Chuanhua on the ground, he stood up and waved the mahogany sword in his hand, raised his head and said, "What if I don't leave."

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