Serving Master Tianshi

"Li Nan!!!"

Everything happened so fast that Li Nan didn't have time to react. Fengli screamed heart-piercingly, but Li Nan raised his eyes and saw himself from Fengli's animal pupils, and saw that the distance from the top of his head was no longer enough. A sharp blade within easy reach.

At that moment, Li Nan thought too much. It turned out that death and disaster would come so abruptly and strangely, which filled people with regret and unwillingness. He was obviously still so young, and he was clearly having fun carefree an hour ago.

The faces of his parents flashed through his mind, and in the next second, he pushed Yan Xingyan aside, closed his eyes, and waited for the pain and blood to come.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, but the gust of wind suddenly swept in with the force of thunder, and the falling spikes seemed like puppets controlled by invisible silk threads, and suddenly stopped for half a second when they touched Li Nan's hair.

In this millisecond, a black figure swiftly swept away all the spikes. His speed was so fast that only afterimages were reflected in the eyes of the others.The sound of metal colliding exploded in the ear, sparks splashed, and the sharp spikes fell to the ground one after another, plunging straight into the white sand.

When the gust of wind disappeared without a trace, Hei Wuchang held his three-meter-long pitch-black sickle, his clothes fluttered, and he stood firmly in front of Li Nan.

The long-haired man showed surprise at the appearance of Hei Wuchang, but this surprise disappeared in the blink of an eye, and was replaced by strong interest.Like a cat teasing a mouse in its palm.

"Who do I think it is? It's really timely..."

"One step too late." Heiwuchang gave the long-haired man a stern look, and his peripheral vision fell on Fengli who had already fainted from the force in the cage, "If it wasn't for that gust of wind."

Afterwards, he directly ignored the man, and turned to look at Li Nan, who was half kneeling on the ground, wanting to wrap his words and deeds into his arms. "Why did you appear here?" Hei Wuchang didn't intend to step forward to help, and his tone was still full of displeasure. Li Nan immediately explained: "We didn't come here on our own initiative, but we appeared on the ghost boat for no reason... The boatman said It was 'it' who invited us and said we were guests."

Hearing this, Hei Wuchang's gloomy face eased a little, from Li Nan owed him 500 million to only 100 million, "Then why provoke this person?"

"He..." Li Nan was bitten by Yan Yan's collarbone, and with merciless force, he bit blood directly.The latter was so painful that he lost his mind, he only felt that being close to Li Nan would make him comfortable, so he subconsciously wanted to eat the things that made him comfortable.

Li Nan could only forcefully break Yan Yan's jaw, while quickly explaining: "He took the initiative to provoke, and even snatched Fengli away."

"What? You came here relying on your support and dare the wicked to sue first?" The long-haired man let go of the cage containing the raccoon, but the golden cage did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air in vain, "Don't you It's too early to worry, so what if Hei Wuchang is here? If I insist on killing you, could it be that he—"

"Mr. Song, the one on the ground is the descendant of Master Yan Gui." Hei Wuchang said lightly, he put the huge sickle on the ground, and looked up at the long-haired man he called Mr. Song, "The other one is him. fellow soul."

Song Jun raised his eyebrows and asked disdainfully, "Master Yan Gui, who is that?"

"Didn't you come here in a hurry because you smelled the ghost master?"

"..." Mr. Song, who had always looked calm, finally revealed his true inner thoughts. He was ignited by Heiwuchang's simple words, and in an instant, thousands of spikes touched Heiwuchang's half-finger in front of his eyes, bringing He was ruthless and harsh.

Hei Wuchang's brows and eyes did not move at all, the black air had already condensed into a hard protective cover, blocking out the sharp thorns one by one, Li Nan lowered his head to look at the densely packed thorns on the ground, and found that they were all dark green pine needles.

During the fight, Yan Xingyan frowned slightly, and suddenly opened his eyes slowly. His mouth was filled with the smell of blood. He raised his eyelids, and what he saw was Li Nan's bloody collarbone.

"He coughed, how dare he hurt you..."

"...It was you who bit it." Li Nan walked away from the gate of the underworld, and the only wound on his body was bitten by his own.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Yan Yan had no strength in his body, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "Where is Fengli, where is that white hair?"

"Fengli is at Baimao's place, and Baimao is fighting with Heiwuchang." Li Nan raised his head, and saw Mr. Song holding a fan with one hand, and with a single sweep, there were dozens of poisonous needles, while Heiwuchang's face remained unchanged, The huge sickle was as light as a feather in his hand, and as agile as a sword, easily defusing Song-kun's attack.

Words and deeds Yan suddenly seemed to have missed [-] episodes of a TV series when he closed his eyes and opened them. He asked in confusion, "Black Impermanence?"

"You forgot the sickle that Heiwuchang gave me?" Li Nan quietly urged the sickle hanging on his chest when he bowed his head and said soft words. Fortunately, the long-haired man didn't notice it, and fortunately, Heiwuchang was as he thought. Appeared in an instant.

Yan Xingyan struggled to open his mouth to say something, but Li Nan immediately interrupted him: "Stop talking if you feel uncomfortable."

"...Actually, it's okay, ahem, my eyes don't hurt anymore."

"But your body is still as cold as ice."

"Hmm... maybe if you hold him tighter, I'll feel better." Yan Xingyan closed his eyes, feeling Li Nan dragging him to a side position, and then hugging him tightly.

Yan Xingyan thinks he is fragrant because of Teng Gen's blood, and Yan Xingyan feels comfortable being close to him because he has a soul that belongs to Yan Xingyan in his body.Li Nan felt the body temperature of the person in his arms approaching zero, and suddenly thought of what Hei Wuchang said just now, Mr. Song had smelled the smell of Ghost Master Yan, and the only thing that could have anything to do with Master Yan Gui here was the cultivation in Li's body. In the inner body of the Nan, the soul that Master Yan ghost bestowed on Yan Xingyan.

Thinking of this, Li Nan's brain suddenly roared, and the disappearance of his sanity made him roar loudly regardless of the cost: "Mr. Song! What did you do to my soul?!"

"Huh?" Mr. Song landed on a high place in a booth calmly, and lightly tapped his toes on the wooden pole. The stall owner at the bottom dared not speak out, clucking with the money box and the chicken feathers all over the floor. ran away.

The man shook his ink fan, waving a wisp of light-colored mist embedded with black lines, and he said frivolously: "Who said it was yours? Your name is written on this soul?"

"Mr. Song." Hei Wuchang put away his scythe, and said in front of Li Nan, "Ghost Master Yan accompanied Lord Zhong Kui to patrol the underground prison beasts today, and this is a ghost market, so he didn't have time to come when the news spread. But this time The soul is for the life-saving of his descendants, if you let this descendant die, then there is really no possibility for you and Yan Guishi to return to the old relationship."

"Oh." The man sneered unmoved, "Didn't I break up with him a long time ago? What's the old good? Today I thought it was him who came in person and was about to kill him to relieve my hatred." , but I didn't expect that they were two little dolls with no hair.

But it doesn't matter, killing these two young people, if it can make him feel heartbroken, it is also a good deal.Haha, who let these two dolls have a bad life. "

As Jun Song said, he disappeared from a high place, and then flashed in front of Li Nan's eyes in an instant. Hei Wuchang turned around quickly, but his movements were too slow compared to the long-haired man. Hei Wuchang and Yan Yan, then the moment Hei Wuchang realizes that Mr. Song wants to turn around, he can directly take the souls of the two back to the underworld.

But fortunately Mr. Song still had something to say. He lifted Li Nan's chin with a fan, and his lips were full of evil smiles, "Gongpo people, do you believe in fate?"

Li Nan also laughed. Since compromise is useless, he is not a person who only knows how to compromise, "Why, I want to say that I ran into you because of bad luck, so I deserve it if I die?"

Song Jun complained and patted Li Nan's face with the fan, the force was very light, but Li Nan couldn't avoid it, "Who told you to talk nonsense, just answer me, believe it or not."

"...Is there a correct answer in it, or is it just letting me choose the way to die? If you believe it, you will die faster, if you don't believe it, you will die slower."

"Believe it or not?"

"...Don't you know that the villain died because of talking too much?"

"I know, but I'm not a villain."

"..." Li Nan glanced at Hei Wuchang, and saw that the cool guy in black leather was standing still like a stake holding a black scythe, without the slightest awareness of doing something serious in the time he bought .

Yan Xingyan turned his face sideways with difficulty, and glared at Mr. Song, "Damn Baimao, I believe in fate, cough cough cough... I really have blood mold in my life, and I will always be angered by you evil spirits... After I die, "

"The answer is correct!" Jun Song suddenly raised his eyes and raised his voice, "You don't have to die."

Words and deeds Yan: "..."

He silently choked back the second half of the sentence: After I die, the first thing I do is to file a complaint with Ghost Master Yan and kill you.

"What about you?" The moody Song Jun looked at Li Nan, "Do you believe in fate?"

Who knows whether Yan Xingyan's correct answer is applicable to him, Li Nan looked at Hei Wuchang, who must know a lot of inside information, for help, but saw that the other party shook his head and said: "I can't beat him, you can see that, before He's letting me go."

"..." This materialism has been practiced for hundreds of years, and now everything is scientific, and all feudal superstitions are dross, fate?Li Nan said decisively, "I believe it too."

"What's the reason?"

Li Nan: "...Are you a Chinese teacher who approves reading questions?"

Song Jun retracted the fan impatiently, and unfolded it in front of his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, "Hurry up."

"..." For some reason, Li Nan suddenly had a flash of inspiration at this moment, and vaguely found a clue. Behind the sound of "hurry up", he actually read: "Hurry up, otherwise I will find the next step, so I can relax." your meaning.

Although Mr. Song looked cold and ruthless, what Hei Wuchang said really hit his weakness, but he refused to speak out because of face.

"I believe in fate because..." Li Nan racked his brains to think of the reason, "If it wasn't for fate, there is such a small chance of being separated from the world and the ghost market, and both sides are unintentional, how could it be such a coincidence? Did your descendants meet you?"

Judging from the arc of the willow-leaf long eyebrows raised behind the fan, the answer is full marks, but that's all.

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I thought you were a ruthless boss, but in the end you——

(Don't ask if it's the vice cp, the next chapter of the story of Mr. Song and the Ghost Master will probably explain clearly, the magical friendship of the straight man