Daoist has facial paralysis

Ji Yue raised her head to look at Zhou Yibei in puzzlement, and the other party looked at her with the same cold eyes and tone of voice, "Have you ever practiced double cultivation?"

"No...no..." Jiyue clenched her fists nervously, watching Zhou Yibei getting closer and closer to her, blushing on his face, Zhou Xiaodao stopped and touched his fingertips. Between Yue's brows, Ji Yue froze for a moment, only felt a chill between her brows, when she realized that all the witch energy in her body had rushed out of her body, she wanted to back away in horror but was held back, " don't want!"

"Wu Zu," Ji Yu took a step forward in panic, but didn't dare to stretch out his hand. Zhou Yibei let go of his hand as he watched the struggling girl in front of him gradually lose strength and her expression became abnormal.

Ji Yue fell down weakly, Ji Yu knelt down to help her, turned to look at Zhou Yibei who was staring at her and tightened his body in fear, Zhou Yibei didn't seem to be interested in her, he looked away after a few seconds, After carefully experiencing the special feeling of spiritual power pouring into the body, there was an indistinct smile on the corner of his mouth. The method of absorbing the spiritual power of the furnace in Fengtu's memory was very effective. After examining it, he glanced at Ji Yu who was still panicking, and then Looking at the indifferent guards beside him, Shaohao was a little different from the outside, and the matter of the cauldron seemed to be a common occurrence here.

Ji Yu watched Zhou Yibei approach and clenched his fists, "Master Daoist, I am a member of the great witch."

"I know, you don't have to be afraid, let Jizhong help me find some people who haven't had double cultivation, the sooner the better..."

After Ji Yu consulted the Great Witch, within a few days, he helped Chief Zhou to find people and sent them to the room day and night. Everyone was alive and well before they were sent in, and it took only a few days to enter the room. After 10 minutes, they almost lost their appearance after coming out. Everyone was skinny and in a trance. Dozens of people went in one after another. Everyone of Shaohao’s disciples was in danger for a while. It was related to the strange seniority that had recently appeared in the clan. The rumors of young people are getting more and more.

But after two or three days, the young man with a completely different breath floated in the air and threw away another man who had exhausted his spiritual power. Ji Yue pushed the door in and led the man in black to lift the man out of the ground, and asked cautiously: " There is another person outside, do you want to bring it in?"

Zhou Yibei opened his eyes, revealing the visionary pupils with overlapping pupils faintly, he fell to the ground, the soul power in his body swayed, and Ji Yue knelt down in fear.

Yin Ling, who was bored by the side, suddenly turned his head, crossed his chest and looked at the young man in the middle of the room mobilizing the witch's breath that was the same as that of Fengtu back then, and asked in surprise, "Can you mobilize the soul power accumulated by Great Witch Fengtu?"

Zhou Yibei didn't speak, he frowned tightly, and pressed his head, Jiyue heard him cough a few times, blood splashed on her hand, "Wu Zu..."

Yin Ling floated over and rushed directly into Zhou Yibei's body without hesitation, and got out again after a while, "What are you doing? You can activate Fengtu's soul power sooner or later, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Zhou Yibei wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I don't need you to take care of me."

"You are Zhou Yibei and I don't care about you, but you are also Wuzu Fengtu of my clan. You can use people from your clan as a furnace, but you'd better take care of your own body. He's just a Taoist priest. We want to kill him There is also a reason, why are you torturing yourself like this? Don’t forget how many people he killed in Jiuli thousands of years ago.”

Zhou Yibei mobilized the sluggish witch breath in his body, and frowned, "How many days until the Heshen Formation is finished?"

Yin Ling paused, "...you don't want to save him so desperately, do you?"

Zhou Yibei turned his head away after hearing his question, and pulled up Jiyue who was kneeling on the ground, "My uncle is still locked in the dungeon?"

"Well," Ji Yue nodded and replied in a low voice.

"Aren't you awake yet?"

Ji Yue took a look at Yin Ling, Zhou Yibei grabbed her hand a little harder, she lowered her head, "...the seal was loose yesterday, and I'm already awake."

"Did he say he wanted to see me?" Zhou Yibei became a little anxious, subconsciously worried about something that was impossible...Will the uncle be afraid when he wakes up and can't see his acquaintances?

Ji Yue was stared at by Yin Ling, but did not dare to speak.

Yin Ling watched Zhou Yibei go out, and chased after him, "You can't save him, even if you can control the power of Fengtu within half a month, it is impossible to break the Heshen Formation we have prepared for thousands of years, let alone such a short period of time. It is impossible to learn cloud Gu."

Zhou Yibei ignored him, shifted his body and walked a few hundred meters away. Yin Ling looked at his back with a dignified face and disappeared into the air.

......

When the guards in the dungeon saw Zhou Yibei's figure, they all bowed their heads respectfully, with a little fear in their expressions, for fear that they would teach this young man who is not taboo about meat and vegetables to be a stove after being spotted.

All the way to the depths of the dungeon in a hurry, Zhou Yibei looked at the figure sitting cross-legged in the cell, showing a gentle look that he had never shown to others, and asked someone to open the cell door and walked in, squatting down and holding the Taoist priest's hand, feeling The hands in the palms were slightly cold, and my heart felt distressed, "Master, can I take you out?"

Dongxinan opened his eyes in the dark, showing a hint of a smile, "Don't you already know who you are? Why do you still come to see me?"

"...Uncle, I was wrong, don't blame me," Zhou Yibei held the Taoist priest's hand tightly, "I believe you."

"Trust me?" Daoist raised his hand and touched his nephew's head, "Are you really willing to take uncle out? I killed 3 people in Jiuli, and those are all your clansmen."

"..." Zhou Yibei paused, suppressing the hatred brought by Fengtu's memory, "Master, do you... like me?"

Dongxinan was silent for a while, his eyes softened, he lowered his head and slowly leaned towards Zhou Yibei's lips in his trance, and after sucking him in, he said softly, "Uncle Shi is afraid of the dark, can you take me out?"

Zhou Yibei's face was full of mist, and he hugged Dongxinan's waist, his eyes were obscured by obsession.

......

Zhou Yibei ignored the obstruction of Jizhong and Shaohao and other ancestors, and took the Southwest Taoist leader out of the dungeon, but the seal was not lifted.

A bunch of guards were locked outside the door. The Taoist priest closed the door and changed his face. He hurriedly helped him to the bed, and helped his uncle to pull the quilt, and said softly: "Uncle, I will definitely think about it." There is a way to take you away, you have a good rest."

The Taoist priest smiled, but did not speak. Zhou Yibei was quiet for a while, blaming himself for not knowing what to say now that he usually talks less, "...Uncle, are you hungry?"

Dongxinan raised his hand and touched his nephew's face, "It's not that you're hungry, but it's the first time you haven't eaten for such a long time since you followed me."

"I'll help you get it," Zhou Yibei let go of the hand that had been tightly grasping Daochang's fingers, got up and hurried out.

As soon as the door was closed, the Yin spirit who had been giving the Taoist priest a message floated in from the window and stopped by the bed, "Why didn't you reject him? Are you reluctant to let him leave you again?"

"It's reluctance, but I still can't let him rely on me so much, let's add another layer of seal, I feel like I can't seal that thing anymore..." Dongxinan pulled off his clothes to reveal the wound on his chest.

A confused purple mist appeared in Yin Ling's hands and attached to the wound. After he chanted a while, the purple mist turned into patterns and penetrated into the wound. Couldn't bear it, "...What are you going to do with your nephew? He wants to take you away with all his heart."

"It's all to let him let go, he will know how hateful I am right away, get closer to him now, maybe in a few days he will even have a cramp," said the Taoist priest, leaning on the bed with his shirt open , with a half-smile on the corner of his mouth, "What kind of person do you think he will like in the future?"

"I can see... Dongxinan, you are a fool," Yin Ling looked at Dongxinan for a while, "Not counting the second hand you said, do you really think he can still fall in love with others?"

"Otherwise? What should I do, at least let him accept my death... With you here, this little bastard will change his mind," Dongxinan touched the white jade in his hand, and raised his chin at Yinling , "Hurry up, don't let him see you here."