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Leng Zhenqing was brought back to Huanhuayuan by An Moshui brightly.

As soon as he entered Huanhuayuan, he was thrown into the dungeon by the disciples of Huanhuayuan.

Leng Zhenqing was really fucked up: a girl is so strong? !

That disciple's strength was indeed great, she directly threw Leng Zhenqing to the ground, and Leng Zhenqing's hands were scratched.

Leng Zhenqing rubbed his wrist in pain, then turned his head, and the iron door of the dungeon was locked.

That disciple didn't show Leng Zhenqing any extra expression, and left with a blank expression.

Leng Zhenqing stood up, this dungeon was really dirty, some straw was spread on the cold bluestone floor, and there was a mouse hole in the corner, cockroaches, mice and so on all burrowed into it.

The dungeon was dark, without any light or ventilation, and a strong musty smell made Leng Chenqing feel like vomiting.He pinched his nose and began to think about how to escape.

Sitting cross-legged on the icy ground, Leng Zhenqing never imagined that Yu Wensheng, who was helping the world, would be so scheming. A person who had been with him for seven or eight years turned out to be a villain boss. The more Leng Zhenqing thought about it, the more angry he became. Are the eyes really blurred?

The back of his hand suddenly itched, Leng Zhenqing raised his hand and looked, I'm going!The rash that was red a few hours ago is now dark purple and swollen and filled with pus.

Leng Zhenqing lowered his head and chuckled: "Are you destined to die?"

"You want to die? It's not that easy." A clear voice came.

Leng Zhenqing's body trembled, and she didn't even dare to lift her head.

Lying down!Lying down!I'm coming!

An Moshui was dressed in red, full of evil spirit, he raised his foot towards Leng Zhenqing, Leng Zhenqing instinctively moved his body back.

An Moshui saw that his back was almost touching the wall, and he paused, with a smile on his lips, and said, "Master, are you so afraid of me?"

Leng Zhenqing's heart was trembling, how can he not be afraid!You are going to fuck him!

Seeing Leng Zhenqing's thin lips pursed into a line, An Moshui's eyes were full of resistance, and a cloud of anger suddenly rose in his heart.He opened the cell door, and walked steadily towards Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing watched him getting closer and closer, and finally couldn't help it anymore. When An Moshui was still one meter away from him, he shouted: "Rebel! Don't come here!"

An Moshui stopped suddenly, and was a little surprised in the next second, saying: "Master, you admit that I am your disciple!"

Leng Zhenqing looked at him as happy as a child, and was dumbfounded. He couldn't help saying two words in his heart: Shabi

The joy in An Moshui's tone could not be concealed, "Master, disciple..."

"Shut up!" Leng Zhenqing interrupted him directly.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Is Yu Wensheng with you?"

An Moshui's eyes that were still full of joy suddenly dimmed, he was a little lost, and said: "Master, do you think I did it?"

Leng Zhenqing stared at him without answering.But the meaning is already obvious, if not you, who could bring the ghost water from the underworld to the human world?

Seeing that he didn't answer, An Moshui sneered and said, "In the eyes of Master, anyone who cultivates the way of ghosts is an evil person, right?"

"Master, is it true that only those who have cultivated the way of ghosts should be ashamed by the world! They should be expelled from the sect!"

Leng Zhenqing pursed her lips tightly, what's the use of you telling me these things? !I have never practiced the ghost way!

An Moshui stepped forward a few steps, and grabbed Leng Zhenqing's wrist out of control, forcing Leng Zhenqing to look up at him.

There was an imperceptible sadness in his eyes, and he said: "Master, are you going to stab the disciple to death again?"

Leng Zhenqing's wrist hurt from his grasp, he gritted his teeth tightly, and did not answer, An Moshui's hand squeezed tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to rub him into his own flesh and blood.

An Moshui's eyes turned red, and his teeth were chattering: "Master, what did this disciple do wrong? You want to treat me like this."

Leng Zhenqing took a deep breath and said, "You are right about everything."

It was me who was wrong, I shouldn't accept you as a disciple, I shouldn't let You Chan get out of control, stab your heart with a sword, from the beginning to the end, it was because of me that you became what you are today.

An Moshui met Leng Zhenqing's eyes, Leng Zhenqing's eyes were full of water, making people addicted, and suddenly, he let go of Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing staggered and almost fell to the ground again.

An Moshui turned his back to him, veins burst out in his hands, and there was a deep pain in his heart.

Leng Zhenqing knew that he was angry.

An Moshui turned around, took out a white jade porcelain bottle from nowhere, pinched Leng Zhenqing's chin with one hand unexpectedly, bit open the cork with his teeth, and forcefully poured it into Leng Zhenqing's mouth with the other hand. inside.

Fuck your mother!When Leng Zhenqing saw the bottle, she panicked.

The water in the bottle flowed into his mouth, Leng Zhenqing clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes were full of panic, he couldn't drink it!Can't drink!

An Moshui smiled almost sickly, "Master, drink more!"

His hands were so strong that Leng Zhenqing's tears came out, but he still forcibly poured it in. After a bottle was quickly finished, Leng Zhenqing coughed from choking, and a salty taste ran wildly on the tip of his tongue. Leng Zhenqing broke An Moshui's hand away forcefully, he supported the wall, and began to vomit.

too disgusting!Lying down!

An Moshui flicked the jade bottle, and the bottle shattered. He stepped forward and grabbed Leng Zhenqing by the lapel of his chest, and lifted him up, laughing furiously, "Master, is virgin blood delicious?"

Leng Zhenqing's eyes were a little distracted, he gritted his teeth tightly, but still let the bottle of potion pour in.

Virgin blood, a kind of voodoo poison, the voodoo person uses his apex blood, mixes the virgin blood of a young girl who is not as good as the hair, puts it in the darkest place, puts scorpions, poisonous snakes, summer insects and other extremely poisonous things, seals it, seven After seven forty-nine days, the poison inside will turn into venom, and the blood will live together.

The person who drank the virgin's blood will be tied to the vomiter for the rest of his life, and if the voodoo person dies, the voodoo person will die with him.

For the rest of their lives, they can't break the connection. No matter where the bewitched person goes, the bewitched person will know. Moreover, if the bewitched person self-mutilates, then the bewitched person will also be harmed accordingly.

The most vicious Gu is none other than this.

Leng Zhenqing's eyes were already wet, but she still couldn't hold back her tears, with an arrogant look.

The corner of his mouth was stained with blood, and even his green shirt was stained.

An Moshui raised a hand, trying to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Leng Zhenqing instinctively tilted his head, and An Moshui's hand touched nothing.

An Moshui sneered, and let go of Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing lay limp on the ground, her chest began to gasp heavily.

He actually drank virgin blood!Fuck your mother!too disgusting!

An Moshui looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, this silent dungeon was his echo.

Leng Zhenqing's clothes were already in a mess, his bluish-white coat slipped down to his shoulders, his chest heaved greatly, his face was pale, his hair was disheveled, and blood still remained at the corner of his mouth.

An Moshui said: "Master, from now on, we will live together."

"In this life, you can never leave me again."

An Moshui walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

The dungeon suddenly became silent again. In the gloomy dungeon, all that could be heard was Leng Zhenqing's heavy breathing.

An Moshui's series of actions caught Leng Zhenqing off guard. Does he want to torture himself for the rest of his life?

Not knowing whether it was anger or grievance in his heart, Leng Zhenqing gritted his teeth, his eyes were blurred by the mist, and he punched the wall beside him.

There was a heart-rending pain on the back of the hand, Leng Zhenqing looked up, the back of the hand poisoned by the ghost water was as white and smooth as before, but because of the hammer he just gave, the hand was red.Is it virgin blood, fighting poison with fire?

Leng Zhenqing sat up, wiped away his snot and tears, he was more afraid of torture than death.

Leng Zhendu sat cross-legged and rested, with an uncontrollable ghost energy running around in his body.

Leng Zhenqing was sweating profusely on his forehead, and his eyes were closed tightly. It had been an hour, but he still didn't let the ghost down.

Leng Zhenqing knew that it was An Moshui who was stopping him, An Moshui was stronger than him now, he could beat Leng Zhenqing to death with just one finger.

After another hour, the ghostly aura was finally suppressed.Leaning against the wall, Leng Zhenqing took a few breaths weakly.The current An Moshui is far more powerful than before. It seems that it is because of the practice of ghosts. Leng Zhenqing estimated that An Moshui's current status in the underworld is either a minister or an important general. In short, it is special sharp.

After seeing each other again after four years, it was so embarrassing.

The more Leng Zhenqing thought about it, the more angry she became, and she couldn't help but swear: "Wow, fuck it! I managed to raise an apprentice, and he became my enemy in the end! It's all right now! There are no pensioners in the future! Lost I have lived for hundreds of years! In vain!"

Leng Zhenqing, who was complaining, was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it.

"Uncle Leng, it's time to eat."

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the prison.

Leng Zhenqing raised her eyes, she was a Huanhuayuan disciple, she was dressed in a colorful skirt, her eyebrows were like stars, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her hair was pulled up with a wooden hairpin, her hair reached her waist, she was full of immortality.

She ran over tiptoely, with a flustered expression, holding a vermilion wooden tray in her hand.

Leng Zhenqing took a few glances at her before recognizing that she was Jiang Wanqin, Jiang Ziran's sister, who was originally scheduled to be the next head of Huanhuayuan.

Leng Zhenqing crawled to the prison door, looked at her and said, "Niece Jiang, why are you here?"

Jiang Wanqin's voice was calm, neither sweet nor expressive, and said: "Uncle Shi, I'll bring you food, you must be hungry, eat quickly."

After she finished speaking, she squatted down and put a bowl of rice in through the gap in the cell door. Leng Zhenqing picked up the bowl and pulled it out with chopsticks twice. There was meat and vegetables, and it was not bad.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Niece Jiang, did you do it?"

Jiang Wanqin nodded, and looked outside the door again. She looked anxious and said, "Uncle, I'm leaving first. I came here with Senior Brother An on my back."

After speaking, Jiang Wanqin got up and wanted to leave, but Leng Zhenqing quickly grabbed her skirt.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Niece Jiang, I still want to ask you something!"

Jiang Wanqin glanced outside, and after confirming that there was no one there, she squatted down and said softly, "Master, what's the matter with you?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "What's going on outside now, how is Zi Qingfeng, and An Moshui, how did he get into Huanhuayuan?"

Leng Zhenqing asked a series of questions, too many things need answers!

Jiang Wanqin took a breath and said, "Uncle, now people say that you are a puppet of the underworld and a disgrace to the monastic world. As for Zi Qingfeng, they have been looking for evidence to prove your innocence. As for Senior Brother An, he is I brought it into Huanhuayuan."

Leng Zhenqing was dumbfounded, and asked: "Did you bring it in?"

Jiang Wanqin nodded and said: "A year ago, I was in the desert, and the yellow sand was long, and I saw Senior Brother An lying on the yellow sand. He was seriously dehydrated at that time, and he couldn't even open his eyes. I rescued him." He, and brought him back to Huanhuayuan."

Leng Zhenqing said: "Then why didn't he go back to Ziqing Peak?"

Jiang Wanqin said: "I also asked him why he didn't go back. He said he had something to do, not to mention you erected a tomb for him, so he didn't go back. My master liked him very much, so he made an exception and wanted to take him in, but he didn't." I promised to stay in Huanhuayuan as an outsider, but we actually regarded him as our senior brother, but..." Jiang Wanqin's eyes dimmed, she paused for a while, and then said: "I didn't expect him He is the prince of the underworld."

Leng Zhenqing was surprised: "The prince of the underworld?!"

It's not that he hasn't guessed Leng Zhenqing's identity, but he didn't expect him to be the prince of the underworld, mother!He offended the prince of the underworld, so did he not let him reincarnate? !

Jiang Wanqin was a little remorseful, she said: "If I had known today, I would not have brought him into Huanhuayuan. Now that Huanhuayuan has become like this, it is all my fault!"

Leng Zhenqing saw that her eyes were red, and quickly comforted her: "I didn't know about today's spell earlier, so I don't blame you for this matter."

Jiang Wanqin wiped her reddened eyes, and said: "Uncle, I believe you are innocent, I'll go first, otherwise you will become suspicious later, I will come to rescue you in a few days."

Leng Zhenqing nodded, Jiang Wanqin got up and ran out in a panic.

Leng Zhenqing was holding the bowl, sitting cross-legged on the straw, eating the meat, but his thoughts had already flown.

An Moshui turned out to be the prince of the underworld, wouldn't he survive tomorrow?

What is the purpose of Yu Wensheng's careful planning of this incident?In order to make him a sinner through the ages, a joke that people talk about in wine shops?

People's hearts really cannot be seen through time.

Leng Zhenqing stared at the rice in the bowl, thinking about how he made a perfect escape plan, if he still stayed here, he would be tortured to death by An Moshui.

A cockroach suddenly ran by, and Leng Zhenqing crushed it with one hand.

Throwing away the cockroach corpse casually, Leng Zhenqing began to eat again.

After eating, Leng Zhenqing meditated. There was no light in the dungeon, and he didn't know what time it was.

Leng Zhenqing meditated and fell asleep, and when he woke up, a set of clothes was placed outside the prison door at some point.

The light blue clothes were stacked neatly there, even the edges and corners were perfect.

Leng Zhenqing didn't need to think about it, it was An Moshui, and he was the only one who was so meticulous.

Leng Zhenqing looked down at her clothes, it was already terribly dirty, with blood stains and dust.

Leng Zhenqing has to wear even the clothes given by the enemy.

He decisively changed his dirty clothes, put on the patterned blue shirt, and changed into another set of clothes. He felt much refreshed.

Not long after changing clothes, Leng Zhenqing was hungry, and after a while, Jiang Wanqin sneaked in and brought food.

Today seems to be richer than yesterday. There are fish, meat, and pastries, and there are several plates.

Leng Zhenqing was stunned, Jiang Wanqin watched Leng Zhenqing change her clothes, and immediately put on a smile on the corner of her mouth, a childish smile.

Jiang Wanqin squatted in front of the prison door, and said with a smile: "Master, eat quickly."

Leng Zhenqing's eyes turned cold, and she was still meditating, closing her eyes and ignoring her.

Seeing that he was ignoring her, Jiang Wanqin froze the smile at the corner of her mouth, pushed the food forward again, and said, "Master, don't you want to eat?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "Is it fun?"

Jiang Wanqin was dumbfounded, she lowered her head, and after a while, she burst out laughing.

Leng Zhenqing frowned, what a pervert.