Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

The night wind was bleak on the roof, and two black shadow dogs, one tall and one short, crouched on the corrugated roof.

"Are you sure it's safe this time?" A rough male voice sounded.

"Don't worry, I've made a whole house this time, and it's definitely strong enough." A charming female voice answered him, "And we brought the soul of the old dead ghost of the Changqing sect out this time, and the enchantment is Yuqing's. Even you can't break it."

"Hehe, as long as you restrain your coquettish anger, our last mission will not fail!" The tall and strong man spat under the eaves.

The slender woman cast winking eyes at the man: "Brother Feng, don't worry, we just wait for the news from below to get the soul of that old dead ghost in, then we two can just go in and pick up the corpse. "

"Hmph," the man folded his chest and turned his head away, "how's the white-bearded old man?"

"The man is not dead, but Yu Qingjun's subordinates showed mercy. It's just that his cultivation is useless." The woman said, "Leave him alone, that old trash can't even summon Zhao Che's soul, he is dead It deserves it too.”

"Damn Sippy, you fucking have to be polite," the man rolled her eyes. "If you fail this time, the lord won't be merciful! At that time, it will be the two of us who will die!"

"Bah, bah, bah! Bad luck!" The woman yelled in a high-pitched voice, and suddenly heard a noise in the room below, she waved her fingers and said, "Hurry up, it's almost there."

The man heard the sound and came over.

The two looked at each other, and both of them condensed a ball of spiritual power in their palms, chanted a few times, and suddenly put the palms of their hands together.

Snapped!

The crisp applause resounded through the night sky, and almost at the same time, a phantom with a tall and tall body suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

It was a young man with loose long hair, thin and pale cheeks, soft brows and eyes, thin lips lightly pursed, but his eyes were empty and lifeless.

"Qinu Murongqing listens to the order. Of the two people in this house, if one is not left behind, kill them!"

The voices of men and women overlap.

The phantom froze for a moment, then penetrated the roof and flashed into the house.

The candlelight in the west chamber is luxuriant, and the spring tide flowers in the corner exude a decadent and sweet atmosphere.

Nan Heng listened to Xiao Tingxun's words and sat on the bed in the inner room.

But he has almost reached his limit at this moment, the hundred spring tide flowers are so effective, even if he condenses his spiritual power to protect his body, he can't hold on for too long.

His heart was hot and restless, and he knew that the seal was about to be broken again.

Unlike the last time in the snow-cold weather, now because of the effect of the Spring Tide Flower, he couldn't control his instinct at all, let alone suppress the magic blood in his body.

If he used Chunchaohua's gimmick last time to act boldly against Xiao Tingxun, then this time, he didn't dare.

Because he couldn't control himself at all at the moment, and he couldn't imagine what he would do once he touched Xiao Tingxun's body.

The painting screen was hidden by the dim candlelight, Nan Heng gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, he stared at the slightly shaking shadow on it.

It was the figure of Xiao Tingxun standing behind the painting screen.

After painting the screen, Xiao Tingxun also had a hard time.

One or two, he was still able to suppress himself from being affected, but now he couldn't suppress it.

He propped one hand on the painting screen, and the wide azure robe sleeve covered the back of his white and thin hand. There was fine cold sweat on his forehead, and there seemed to be countless flaming bugs crawling back and forth in his heart.

He clenched his lips, his fingers almost pinched into the mahogany frame of the painting screen, his chest rose and fell violently, and the sound of his gradually heavy breathing was heard next to his ears.

However, the fragrance of the spring tide flower was too strong, it penetrated into his nostrils almost all the time, and even his slightly opened mouth was filled with this greasy fragrance.

He frowned, and with the last sliver of consciousness he had left, he condensed an ice pick from the palm of his hand, and then stabbed mercilessly at his left arm.

The sharp pain finally bought a moment of sobriety, but Nan Heng's figure was vaguely reflected in the painting screen.

Xiao Tingxun's eyes were suddenly stained with a thin blush, and the pain in his arm was gradually numb.

"Master..."

Nan Heng called him in a low hoarse voice, Xiao Tingxun suddenly found himself being distracted again.

But he stabbed hard again from the wound with the ice pick, and the pain swept over him, and he regained consciousness in an instant.

"Well," he heard himself forcefully replying, "You hold on a little longer, I... find a way to break the barrier."

"Hmm..." After drawing the screen, Nan Heng seemed to murmur unbearably, but his reason was still there.

"Good," he said.

Xiao Tingxun congealed a few more ice picks and pierced all of them into his left arm. The severe pain allowed him to stay awake for a moment.

He raised his hand to call out the Ranchen Sword, but at this moment, a fierce wind blew in his face, and a handsome phantom stood in front of him in an instant.

It is the soul of Murong Qing.

Xiao Tingxun: ...

He has been looking for Murong Qing ever since he met Murong Qing in the new student assessment last time.

When Murong Qing was awake for a moment, he hadn't figured out what he wanted to say to him, so he chased him all the way to the Soul Sacrifice Gate, and came to Anze County again.

He desperately wanted to see Murong Qing, but not now.

At this moment, Murong Qing's pupils are empty and lifeless, and he has no weapon in his hands, but his whole body is full of murderous intent.

He opened his hands like sharp claws, and grabbed Xiao Tingxun's chest.

Xiao Tingxun bit his lower lip hard with his teeth, a sharp pain came, his lip was broken, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

He summoned Shuang Zhou with his backhand, and fought Murong Qing together.

Fortunately, the person who manipulated Murong Qing this time is not top-notch, so he can still hold on.

Moreover, he knew all of Murong Qing's moves.

Shuang Zhou played the song of purifying the soul again, and the broken spirit sword was sacrificed, and it was directly nailed into Murong Qing's right leg.

"Ow!"

It was Murong Qing who roared frantically.

With frightening white light in his eyes, he grabbed Xiao Tingxun's lapel and threw him aside.

"puff!"

Xiao Tingxun fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

On the azure long gown, bloodstains were mottled, and the frosty white body was also stained with blood red.

"Master!"

Nan Heng heard the noise outside, and threw himself off the bed without caring about anything.

But Xiao Tingxun just got up from the ground pale and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Still indifferent: "I'm fine, go back to your bed!"

"But..." Nan Heng resisted the urge to throw the person in front of him down.

"obedient."

Xiao Tingxun seemed to have reached his limit, staring fixedly at Murong Qing, who was flailing his teeth and claws beside the painting screen, and squeezed out these two words from his lips.

Naturally, Nan Heng also saw Murong Qing, knowing that he couldn't help at the moment, so he stepped back obediently.

Xiao Tingxun persisted in blowing the Soul Purifying Song again, and the Spirit Broken Sword was divided into three parts, nailed to Murong Qing's remaining left leg and both wrists respectively.

"Wooooow! Aww!"

Murong Qing was still roaring deliriously, but she couldn't move anymore.

The effect of the spring tide flower gradually became stronger, Xiao Tingxun suddenly withdrew Frost Day, staggered on his feet, and was caught by Nan Heng behind him.

Young people always get up very quickly, and being surrounded by Nan Heng's own back, Xiao Tingxun actually felt that this warm chest seemed generous and reliable.

"Master, take a break first, and then break the barrier." Nan Heng lowered his brows, but his eyes were dark and dark.

The devil's blood in his chest was surging, and the sweet fragrance of the spring tide lingered in his nostrils. He almost had to grind his teeth to hold it back.

But Xiao Tingxun held his wrist with his backhand, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

She spoke again, her cold voice showing a hint of hoarseness: "...Go to bed."

Nan Heng suddenly opened his eyes wide, what did he hear just now?

Master told him, go to bed?

But he didn't dare to move, he heard it wrong, it's impossible.

Xiao Tingxun didn't speak anymore, most of his energy and spiritual power were concentrated on the Broken Spirit Sword pinned to Murong Qing, so he grabbed Nan Heng's wrist and walked towards the bed step by step.

Nan Heng was almost in a daze until Xiao Tingxun pulled him to the side of the bed and sat down by him.

Then leaned over and kissed his forehead very actively.

Nan Heng raised his head slightly, staring at Xiao Ting Xun Qingjun's face.

The person in front of him frowned slightly, his eyes were filled with mist.He tried his best to endure, but his cheeks were still as pale as snow, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and the tips of his red ears were faintly visible from the messy and scattered hair.

"You..." Nan Heng couldn't help swallowing, his Adam's apple rolled, "Master, you don't have to do this..."

"It's okay," Xiao Tingxun bit the corner of his lips, and the voice that overflowed was still cold and calm, "Almost [-]% of my spiritual power is concentrated on the Broken Spirit Sword, and I can't suppress the effect of Chunchaohua, nor can I The method...restore your seal..."

"We," he suddenly turned his face away, his eyes fell on the tea-white bed curtain beside him, and the tips of his ears seemed to be even redder, "Let's... solve it as soon as possible, so that I can break the barrier and find out the person behind it."

Nan Heng's eyes gradually darkened, he pulled him into his arms forcefully, buried his head on Xiao Tingxun's neck, and sniffed the pleasant scent of bamboo on his body.

"Okay," he said, "Master, don't worry, I will be lighter."

Xiao Tingxun's long hair was partly loose, and the ice and snow eyes finally lost some of their coldness, and were stained with worldliness.

Nan Heng looked at him with a smile for a moment, then stretched out his hand to untie the hair band on his head, and gently covered his eyes.

This person is usually used to being polite and cold, and I'm afraid he won't know how to deal with himself at this time.

After a while, he felt the person in his arms trembling slightly.

Nan Heng was slightly startled, and kissed Xiao Tingxun's hair: "Master, what's wrong?"

Xiao Tingxun raised his head slightly, fine beads of sweat slipped from his fair neck, he took a deep breath, and squeezed out a few words from between his lips and teeth: "You... put down the bed curtain."

Only then did Nan Heng realize that he suddenly turned his head to look.

Right next to the painting screen, Murong Qing was pinned there by the Spirit Broken Sword, staring straight ahead with empty eyes, and roaring unconsciously.

Nan Heng: ...

Although Murong Qing didn't realize it, it must have been a bit of a spoiler.

When I raised my hand, the bed curtains were scattered, covering the charming room.