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The warm room produces fragrance.

The exquisite little chair is slightly larger than Fang Qian's entire little porcelain figure, but it is only the size of a palm, and there are many carvings and hollows on it.

Fang Qian just sat on this special small chair.The original pure and white porcelain was covered with a small dress, the fabric was fine and engraved with amulets, it was radiant when it moved.

It was too flashy, Fang Qian felt like a candlestick.

However, I don't know what genre the talisman formation of this suit is, Fang Qian couldn't take it off by himself.

He also tried to escape, but the tabletop where this small chair was placed was not only engraved with complicated patterns for good looks, but also a trap.If it was in the past, Fang Qian would be able to slash this kind of ordinary formation with a single sword, but now, he is just a little porcelain man who can move and run.

Fang Qian propped his chin and maintained a smiling expression, looking ahead with blurred eyes.Once again, he spurned Ji Zheng who lost him. If it wasn't for this kid's whim to run to the palace, he wouldn't be trapped in this place.

But I don't seem to have tried to split the formation.Might be worth a try?

Wait a minute... The point is not that you don't have cultivation and aura, but... you don't have a sword.

Fang Qian stood up and walked around the formation. Before he could see what was going on, the door squeaked open.

Fang Qian's expression remained unchanged, and he returned to his seat gracefully.

Shi Qi came in with a food cage, and when she got close to Fang Qian, there were water patterns around her, as if she had passed through some five-star barrier.After passing through the barrier, Shi Qi raised his eyes to look at Fang Qian.

Fang Qian lazily stepped on the stool with one foot, and said hello halfheartedly: "Morning, Miss Seventeen."

"Morning." Shi Qi smiled lightly, took out a stack of pastries from the food cage and placed them in front of Fang Qian: "I know you won't be able to eat them, so I didn't intend to bully you. It's just that they look pretty."

Fang Qian: ...

"It would be great if your master made a gap for your mouth when he was you." Shi Qi said it was a bit regretful.She really wanted to see what the little porcelain figure would look like eating a pastry that was bigger than herself.

Fang Qian rolled his eyes, calmed down a bit, and looked at Shi Qi again: "Who is the girl?"

"You mentioned it just now. My name is Shiqi." With a soft voice, Shiqi took out another small and delicate wine jug, poured out a small glass of spirit wine and placed it in front of Fang Qian's table.

Fang Qian's eyes were subconsciously attracted by the pot of spirit wine, and he didn't know how the little porcelain man's body did it. He couldn't open his mouth but he preferred to use his nose.

The delicious food is barely tolerable, but the aroma of the wine is really craving.

Seventeen saw Fang Qian's salivating expression and couldn't help being a little surprised. This little porcelain man didn't even open his mouth, how could he look like a drunkard?

Unless... Seventeen looked at Fang Qian with a hint of suspicion: "Have you drank spirit wine before?"

Naturally, it is impossible for a porcelain man to drink alcohol.

Although Fang Qian's mind drifted for a while because of the spirit wine, he was quickly hooked back by Shi Qi's words.He couldn't help being a little annoyed, he didn't know when he would change his temperament of being seduced by alcohol.

But he still had a calm expression on his face, holding the wine glass and shaking it at the tip of his nose, his eyes were full of regret: "I can't smell it if I can't drink it? This is the Chengxi Palace, who are you from the prince? Or, what are you?"

Shi Qi smiled again when she heard the words, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if there was a clear light inside, and she was about to speak, when a communication came from outside the door: "Miss Shi Qi, the prince wants to see you."

Shi Qiyi suddenly showed a little joy on his face, as if a young lady had suddenly found a love poem written by her lover on the fan, and ignored Fang Qian and walked towards the door.Halfway through the walk, the footsteps suddenly stopped again. Looking back, he helped the bun with the bronze mirror, and looked at the little porcelain figure behind him from the corner of his eye: "Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"..." Fang Qian, who had never had much idea of ​​beauty and ugliness, paused for a while and nodded.

Shi Qi chuckled and pushed the door open and went out.

As soon as the door was closed, Fang Qian was alone again.

Fang Qian didn't move for a while, sitting on the spot, Bai Ci gently clasped the table with his hands, and got up when no one came in again, looking for something that could replace the sword.

It's a pity that the pastry that Miss Seventeen just put down didn't have any hard twists, let alone a stick.Fang Qian walked around twice, and suddenly felt behind him belatedly, and took the hairpin from his hair.

It's just that when Fang Qian was holding the hairpin in his hand, he couldn't help being a little lost.It was only now that he realized that his porcelain body had always been a wooden hairpin.

The plum blossoms on the wooden hairpin are delicate and exquisite, and they are clearly the same as the one Ji Zheng gave him back then.I don't know how Ji Zheng carved out such a small thing.

Suddenly thinking of the wooden figures he carved before, Fang Qian was a little ashamed.

Seventeen thought he didn't have aura, so he couldn't get out, but...

Fang Qian played with the wooden hairpin in his hand for a while. Although it was a little short, it was enough for Fang Qian.Even though the aura is gone now, the sword intent is still there, and the wooden hairpin is like a sword in hand.

After Fang Qian moved his wrist, he stabbed at the trapped formation on the table with his sword.

Formation naturally cannot be easily destroyed.Fang Qian's heart sank like water, and if one sword failed, he made another sword.

Gradually getting familiar with the porcelain body and the wooden hairpin used as a dagger, the sword intent gradually came out, eloquently.There were waves of ripples at the bottom of the formation, and there seemed to be the sound of jingling jade stones, and the aura that made up the formation gradually showed traces of flow in order to fight against this sword intent.

If Fang Qian looked up, he would find himself as if he was under the dome of the starry sky.The aura flows brightly, just like the vast universe of stars.

But at this time Fang Qian's heart of swordsman has already entered Wuwu.He knew that without spiritual energy, his sword intent was less than one-thousandth of what it used to be, and it was not enough to support him to break through this formation in one blow.Therefore, he could only find another way, focusing on runes and continuously injecting sword intent.He hoped that Seventeen could go long enough, so that sooner or later, the formation would not be able to dispel his sword intent, and then he would be free again.

Fang Qian was also facing the door, as long as Shi Qi came, he would be able to see it.If unfortunately she comes back too early, just find a better opportunity to come here again.

Just as Fang Qian was making up his mind, the window behind him suddenly slammed.Fang Qian kept his sword intent, and didn't turn around to look. After paying attention for a while, he didn't hear any footsteps. He thought that the window might just be blown open by the wind, so he felt relieved.

The sword intent collided with the trapped spiritual energy, still making a soft sound.

If he turned his head at this time, he would find that Ji Zheng was frowning and looking into the empty room.

Ji Zheng paused at the window for a moment, he just saw Shi Qi leave from here, and then sneaked in, but for some reason, this room gave him a feeling that something was wrong, and there was still a light ding ding dong dong in the air.

He carefully concealed his breath and walked forward. The room was not too big, and after a little movement, Ji Zheng knew that there was another formation here.

It's just that Ji Zheng didn't know much about the formation, and he didn't dare to use his sword rashly to avoid alarming others, so he was a little passive for a while.

Ji Zheng's walk somewhat touched the fluctuation of the formation, Fang Qian subconsciously turned around and saw him directly.Although he deliberately changed his appearance, Fang Qian still recognized him at a glance.

Seeing Ji Zheng suddenly appearing in the room like a headless fly, Fang Qian was shocked and didn't know whether he should be happy or angry, but the sword intent was actually broken.The bright dome dimmed suddenly, and the aura returned to calm, still trapping Fang Qian in it.

Fang Qian clicked his tongue, shook his wrist, and gave Ji Zheng a disgusted look.

Before Ji Zheng could figure out the solution, the tinkling sound suddenly stopped.The room in front of him has not changed, and it looks a little weird.

Ji Zheng hesitated, and tried to reach forward with the hilt of his sword, but found that the formation was still there.

Ding.

When he was confused, Ji Zheng once again caught an inaudible crisp sound.After a short pause, there was another sound, obviously following a certain rhythm.

Ji Zheng frowned, and tentatively walked forward.It's just that as soon as he lifted his foot, the ding-dong sound became urgent, and when he lowered his foot back to the original place, the rhythm of the ding-dong sound repeated again and again.

As soon as Ji Zheng thought about it, he guessed that the ding-dong sound was pointing him, but he went deep into the palace, who would point him out? !

He turned his wrist, and the sword was slightly unsheathed, his expression became more guarded.

Fang Qian watched Ji Zheng walking, but he stopped suddenly when he was about to go. Frowning, he guessed that the wolf cub had become defensive again, and couldn't help but have the urge to sigh.

The time spent with Ji Zheng as a porcelain man is simply making people grow old.

He is so difficult.

Fang Qian hesitated for a moment, raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned to attack the center again.It is better to count on others than to count on yourself, or it is faster to break the formation by yourself.

Ji Zheng waited for a while, and saw that the voice of contention suddenly changed its rhythm.

To be on the safe side, he should leave here immediately, but... there is a kind of guidance in the dark, which makes him unable to move away.

He touched his chest subconsciously. There used to be a wisp of that person's soul there, but at this time it was obviously gone, but it seemed to be pulled again.

Ji Zheng took another step without hesitation.

Among the barriers, Fang Qian's wooden hairpin still couldn't help injecting sword intent into the trapped formation, arousing spiritual energy to compete with the sword intent.Seeing that Ji Zheng had clearly lost his guidance, but regained his rhythm and stepped forward, he sighed inwardly—although this little wolf cub has a bad temper, his talent is really high.

In such a short period of time, he was able to comprehend the footwork according to his own brief tapping, which is really shocking.

Ji Zheng was concentrating, and he seemed to have found some ways to practice following his footwork, and he stepped on more and more firmly with each step.After a set of steps, Ji Zheng suddenly seemed to hit an invisible wall of air, which caused a crackling sound.

At this time, the beating sound had stopped, and Ji Zheng knew that he was only one step away from breaking the formation.This step made him sense a sword intent on the screen wall of the formation...

This sword intent is too familiar!

Ji Zheng froze for a moment, before bumping into him again, this time even half of his body was a little numb.

Seeing Ji Zheng bumping into him like this, Fang Qian felt a little complicated.He seems to have just finished praising Ji Zheng for being smart?How could you be so stupid?

But Ji Zheng wasn't stupid for too long.He held the sword and slashed directly at the formation, and the dragon energy in the spirit veins swam away and pressed against the sword energy.The air wall still made a sound, but it couldn't stop the dragon air of the supreme being in the world. It rippled and cracked, revealing the original appearance of the house.

Ji Zheng's long sword has not yet been withdrawn, and his eyes meet the little porcelain man holding a wooden hairpin.