Fuck you

The censer rubbed Mingyuegui's forehead and fell to the ground, Mingyuegui stopped talking, was stunned for a moment, then smiled and pressed back a small piece of skin lifted from her forehead, and wiped away the oozing blood with her sleeve.

"Brother, when did you become so bad-tempered?" Ming Yuegui's innocent smile was beautiful, but her eyes were cold. Ming Ronglan looked at her hand that had thrown the incense burner, and was obviously stunned for a moment.

I heard Mingyuegui sigh in a low voice: "Brother, if you insist on stopping me, don't blame me for not giving you face."

Before the words were finished, strands of black and white entangled spiritual power had already appeared in the palm of her hand. Ming Ronglan looked over at a glance, and her face instantly became extremely ugly.

Just before Ming Yuegui's right hand touched the ground, Ming Ronglan grabbed his wrist violently and lifted it up violently. With the other hand, he took out a rope from nowhere, twisted it back and forth, and pulled it vigorously and roughly. Mingyue Gui tied it tightly.

"I'll come back later to settle the score with you." Ming Ronglan casually set up a barrier in the house, kicked away a few abandoned small incense burners at her feet, and went out to lock it.

Mingyuegui looked in the direction of the door and sneezed, then blew the incense ash all over the floor, he quickly stood up and jumped, and jumped on a small platform that was still clean.

He twisted his wrist twice, and it was tied even tighter. This fairy rope was troublesome, not only sealed the spiritual power, but also couldn't be untied at all, at least with his current cultivation base of the immortal sect.

But if you really want to break free, there is no way out. Xuan Ming's ghostly aura is extremely domineering, and the immortal rope is a treasure to restrain the power of immortals. There is no pressure to forcibly summon a black peony or something.

Ming Yuegui stretched out her fingers, paused for a moment in mid-air, and clenched her fists again.

He can't.

Even though he transferred Xuanming Ghost Qi to his right palm in front of Ming Ronglan just now, only he knew that everything was just a bluff.

Whether it is Chongming Ronglan or Mingchen, he will not summon ghosts out.

will never.

Ming Yuegui lowered his head and smashed his mouth. After tossing for a long time, his face and head were covered with dust, and his mouth was filled with the astringent smell of ashes.

He squatted on the platform and took a photo with the lid of a shiny glazed hand stove at his feet.

When he went out, he was very energetic and personable. Everyone loved flowers and saw flowers blooming, and they would sit with Dou Yun and disappear, and his hair was covered with dust like a chicken coop.

The face is also streaked, except that the eyes are still so good-looking, there is a freshly baked blood gash on the forehead and neck, coupled with a suit of ashes, it looks like a person who just picked up food from the garbage dump and dropped it A stray dog ​​who eats shit.

Blinking at the self reflected on the cover, Mingyue Gui struggled to pull Xinghe to his disciple Ling Xin with both hands, and began to be dazed while holding it.

In fact, he was not very angry, even though Ming Ronglan arrested him indiscriminately, tied him up, and restrained him, he was not very angry.

Maybe it's because there are stronger emotions than anger.

Disciple Ling Xin has been trembling slightly, oh no, look carefully, it is his arms that have been trembling slightly for some time, and his legs that have been slowed down are even soft and numb.

His clothes were already dirty, so he simply sat down and waited quietly.

It's not that he doesn't want to try to escape, he knows Ming Ronglan very well, this person has always been extremely safe in his affairs, since he dared to leave him here alone, he must have confidence in Suoxian rope and the enchantment he set up.

I am even more confident that he will not use ghosts.

After all, they are cousins ​​who grew up together.

The current situation, apart from talking about himself, the only thing to worry about is Qianmo.

I hope I can last until Ming Ronglan finds him.

As for the unaware Xinghe...

Mingyuegui could only sigh faintly.

Bored and waiting to die, suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.Mingyue Gui jumped to the ground and stared at the door warily.

This small hall is just a place to store miscellaneous things, only one window on the wall is still sealed, Ming Ronglan can't get out after setting up the enchantment, and people from outside may not come in either.

But Mingyuegui didn't relax his vigilance because of this, the people outside the door were obviously trying the formula.

He held his breath and listened closely to the edge of the enchantment. It was a crisp and bright boyish voice, which sounded familiar.

Mingyue Gui frowned fiercely.

It's Mingchen.

He already knew how much Mingchen hated Guiying from that incident in Jiujinshan alone. Ming Ronglan was a madman protecting his younger brother, and if it was reasonable, he must have sneaked out of the banquet behind Mingchen's back.

There can only be one explanation for that.

This kid has been secretly following his brother all the time, but his brother is so stupid that he never noticed.

fuck fuck fuck.

After the heart fucked the sky and the air, the door lock clicked and opened.

As the door lock was opened, the pressure exerted by the enchantment in the house on Ming Yuegui also disappeared suddenly.

Ming Yuegui cursed in a low voice, then looked up nervously.

The door opened with a squeak, and the radiant sunlight poured in first. A slightly thin boy stood in the sunlight, his whole body covered in darkness like a silhouette. Brilliant cool silver.

Ming Yuegui narrowed his eyes slightly, the silver light on the young boy's wrist had already dropped suddenly, his trembling voice was like a young falcon's low chirping.

"Mingchen, put down the sword, and speak up if you have something to say." Mingyuegui still had the immortal rope tied to her hand, and she became a burden at this moment, so she could only take two steps back to open the distance.

Ming Chen didn't speak, and stepped into the room, the face in the dim room was instantly clear.

The lips are red, the cheeks are red, the tip of the nose is red, and the bottom of the eyes are red.

Looking at my eyes, there are shock, anger, hatred, hatred, complicated and indescribable, and painful indescribable.

With a flick of his wrist, Ming Xin suddenly bent into a zigzag lightning bolt, and the cold silver light approached mercilessly again.

Different from the time in Zhuxuanzhong, this time Ming's spiritual power was blazing, and the soft and sharp sword body seemed to feel the master's hatred. Ming Yuegui's "speak well" hadn't even finished, and the tip of the sword was already in front of him!

Hastily raising his hand to block it, Ming Xin bumped into the Suoxian rope and made an ear-piercing friction sound.At this time, the advantage of the soft sword was revealed. The snake-like body of the sword was wrapped around suddenly, and the immortal rope was tightened a little, and Mingyue Gui's wrist was about to be strangled.

He picked up the incense burner at his feet and kicked it, the lid of the incense burner flew up in the air, and the incense ash floated out, Ming Chen drew his sword to dodge, Ming Yue Gui saved his fragile hands, and took a step back to lean against the wall.

"Hey little Chenchen!" The incense ash choked Mingyuegui's throat itchy, "Cough, don't, alas, fuck me!"

Ming Chen didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and one of his sleeves was cut off in half by Ming Xin.

Coincidentally, the fight with Mi Shu last time also burned half of his sleeve.

They all encourage him to cut off his sleeves and sleeves quickly!

But the situation did not allow him to open his mind, Ming Chen followed like a gangrene, Ming Chen's brows were tightly furrowed, and there was a row of bloody teeth marks on his lips. If you still know how to be ashamed, you should let me kill you with a sword!"