And said you don't like me

Even if Qingxuan has not experienced these things in the Red Street Pavilion, he has heard of them a little bit. Looking at the young men who are only sixteen or seventeen years old in the bronze mirror now, they are soft and charming, and their every frown and smile are full of amorous feelings.Combining with Yin Yu's memory that was brought up by the inner demon before, Qing Xuan also figured out his own situation.

Yin Yu didn't know what happened to his spiritual consciousness, and he directly sucked his spiritual consciousness into the young man's body. The young man's body was turbid without any spiritual energy.Qingxuan tried to use the spiritual energy, but there was no reaction at all.

Searching around the room, Qingxuan was very uncomfortable with the faint scent of charm, but there was no handy weapon in the room except the red gauze curtain.Opening the closet, Qingxuan took out a purple belt, held it in his hand, and swung it casually a few times. Suddenly, the soft belt was like a dragon going out to sea, with a sharp knife out of its sheath.

Occasionally, there are powerful wild beasts in the three realms. The Immortal Emperor and Demon Lord each manage a realm, and there are many affairs. The matter of eliminating the wild beasts naturally falls on Qingxuan.I don't know how many times I have encountered wild beasts that can devour spiritual energy. Ruo Qingxuan could only rely on spiritual energy to win, and died several times early.

Pushing open the door, the old bustard who was waiting outside was startled.Then he flicked his handkerchief, and hurried up to grab Qingxuan, "Fox, you can figure it out. Look at this little figure, it is really more beautiful than flowers, hurry up, uncle Zhou is looking forward to you in the Accord It's over."

"Let me tell you, Uncle Zhou, you will take care of me this week, and the money will be indispensable to you."

Avoiding the old bustard's hand, his slender phoenix eyes glanced at the old bustard. This person was the old bustard he had seen in Yin Yu's memory.

For some reason, the bustard's heart tightened.

"Where is the child you bought?"

Startled by the cold voice, the old bustard said in a daze: "Who? Oh, oh oh, that Yin Yu, he is still locked in the firewood room."

The Yage who received the guests in the Fengzhu Pavilion lived in a different place from the Xiaowan, so they lived not far from the back kitchen, and the firewood room was located in a small dark room next to the kitchen.

"Fox, where are you going?!"

"Quick, why are you still standing there?! Stop him!"

In a fit of rage, the bustard forgot the unreasonable fear before, and the yelling handyman rushed up to stop the man, so angry that his heart ached. This man had been honest for so long, why did he suddenly resist?

Five or six servants rushed over and blocked the corridor, blocking Qingxuan's way.

The belt fluttered in his hand, and his Qingxuan complexion was as usual.With a twist of the wrist, the belt was thrown out in an instant, as hard as a sword and abruptly knocked the front handyman into the air.

All of a sudden, howls broke out, and the old bustard was dumbfounded, watching in a daze as the young man flung his purple cloth strips and flew away one big man after another.

"My God, my God! Where's the nursing home? The nursing home!"

For a while, people turned their backs on their backs, and it was very lively.

In the dark and damp house, the thin body is curled up against the wall, and the noise outside is approaching.

"Chong."

The wooden peg outside suddenly fell to the ground, and with a creak, someone pushed the door open, and the mottled lights in the distance mixed with the gloomy moonlight came in, elongating the slender shadow.

Qingxuan's eyes rolled around and landed on a small ball in the corner.

The child raised his head stiffly, his pupils constricted by the sudden light, and he narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.The dim light and the boy's figure were reflected in the child's eyes.

"who are you?"

Qingxuan walked up to the child, and the child's head was stiffly raised up along Qingxuan, almost in a straight line.

The smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose, and there was a blood-stained dry branch beside him.His legs... Qingxuan bent over to pick up the child, but he didn't know whether it was too cold or his body was numb, the child couldn't stretch his whole body, and kept hugging his knees, which made Qingxuan's hugging movement very inconvenient.

Carrying the child away from the cold ground, the person in his arms was so light that it weighed nothing, Qingxuan unconsciously swept the pool of coagulated blood on the ground.Looking at the child's hanging legs, there were black blood stains all over the trousers. After rubbing it, the clothes were covered with blood residue.

"Does it hurt?" Qingxuan tried his best to keep his hands away from the child's thighs, his pale face, cheek bones protruding, leaving only a dry layer of skin.Staring at him blankly.

For some reason, a child's clear laughter seemed to ring in his ears, and they surrounded him foolishly and called him Li Er.

The child didn't seem to understand what Qingxuan said, his eyes looked at Qingxuan, there was wind blowing into his eyes, and tears flowed out without knowing it.

Qingxuan sighed, brushed his palm over his wide-open eyes, and closed them.The eyelashes swept over the palm of his hand, but it was cold.

Just as he was about to leave with the child in his arms, the bustard who rushed over blocked the door with a group of nurses.

The old bustard had a gloomy face, with an extremely ugly expression, "Fox, I'll give you a chance, you go to pick up the guests right now. If you offend Uncle Zhou, you'll be left alone tonight!"

At this moment, the child in his arms moved slightly, his chapped lips opened, and he asked again: "Who are you?"

The child's temperature was frighteningly low, Qingxuan tightened his hands and said, "Li Er."

"Li, two?"

The child tilted his head suspiciously.

"Come on, catch him!" the old bustard ordered in a deep voice.

A dozen or so guards rushed up with sticks. At this moment, those guards were shattered into fragments, and the surrounding buildings and the ferocious bustard were all shattered into pieces.

The weight on the hands gradually disappears.Qingxuan bowed his head, and scattered starlight like a skinny child in his arms.

The consciousness is floating, floating in the sea of ​​consciousness surrounded by black air.A ray of inner demon in Qingxuan's hand split from it, scattered from five fingers, floated into the air, and then condensed into shape again.

The demons are broken, but reshaped.

Qing Xuan frowned, grabbed the wisp of black energy, and entered the heart demon again.

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