Scholar has special ghost skills

Shadows under the moon.

The breeze is intoxicating, and the green leaves tremble.

He Yunqing approached slowly, his pupils reflected a person in white clothes like an exiled immortal, with such a fragile and poignant expression.

At this moment, his heart was so beating that he couldn't hold it, but for some reason, his mood was so indescribable.It seems sad and happy, as if he and Zifei have known each other for a long time, and only waited for the meeting now after a long separation... And now, he wants to hug him and never let go...

Nie Zifei's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his arms to hug him back without refusing.However, the next moment, when his fingertips touched the Dao talisman on the opponent's back, he felt a scorching pain.

"Ah..." He stepped back and fell directly from the tree under his feet.

"Zifei!" He Yunqing was so frightened that he immediately went to pull him.

"Don't..." Nie Zifei shouted, but the other party had already embraced him.

The moment both fell from high altitude, He Yunqing turned over quickly, not wanting Zifei to land first.

Nie Zifei shed tears in pain.

... Yun Qing, why do you disregard your own life for me, so how can I take your life...

When he closed his eyes, he secretly activated his mana, and the dead leaves on the ground rolled together as if consciously.

In an instant, the two fell to the top.

"Hey... yo... yo..." He Yunqing thought he would scream, but there was no pain in his back as expected, so he couldn't help lowering his voice.But without thinking too much about what was going on, he immediately raised his body and anxiously asked the person on him, "Zifei, are you okay?"

"I'm... fine." Nie Zifei sat up, but he was still afraid of the talisman behind him, so he moved back.

He Yunqing thought it was his own behavior that frightened him, so he stood up and blamed himself, "I'm sorry, I was too frivolous! That's why I did it... It's all my fault, I don't know why..."

Seeing him like this, Nie Zifei explained, "No, I'm not for..."

"evildoer!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of yelling, and Yan Junyi rushed from the forest sharply holding his sword.

"Get out of the way!" Nie Zifei knew it was because of him, and pushed away He Yunqing who wanted to help him up.

Before He Yunqing could react, he was pushed violently and rolled to the side.

"Ah? What's going on?" He Yunqing got up in a daze, looked over, and was so frightened that his heart rose to his neck.

At this time, Yan Junyi was fighting with Nie Zifei, and the sword was so sharp that it seemed that Zifei's life would not stop.

Both of them were acquaintances, and He Yunqing was suddenly very anxious.

"Stop beating!" He Yunqing ran over and shouted.

It's just that the two of them seemed to avoid him intentionally, and flew to the other side to fight.

He Yunqing had no choice but to run over again, shouting at the top of his voice, "Please don't fight! Do you have any grievances that you can't sit down and resolve?"

"Ah!" Nie Zifei lost in the end, was knocked to the ground by the sword energy, and a hole was cut in his white clothes.

"Zifei!" He Yunqing became anxious for a while, seeing Yan Junyi about to raise his sword and stab at him, he rushed forward to hug him in a panic.

"He Yunqing, let me go!" Yan Junyi snarled as he struggled, but he was afraid that he would be so injured that he couldn't use his strength.

"Don't let go, unless you let Zifei go!" He Yunqing never let go.

Yan Junyi scolded, "He is not a human at all, but a ghost! If we don't get rid of it, it will only harm people a lot!"

"What the hell?!" He Yunqing raised his head and glared, not believing it at all, "Daoist Yan, Zifei is clearly a human being, not to mention Zifei won't harm anyone!"

Yan Junyi couldn't explain to him, so he could only struggle a few more times, "... let me go!"

He Yunqing hugged him tightly, with a firm attitude, "Don't let him go! If you want to kill him, just step on my corpse!"

Yan Junyi gave up on persuasion, and simply dragged him forward step by step.

He Yunqing didn't expect him to be so strong, and shouted to Nie Zifei, "Zifei, hurry up, I can't stop him!"

However, Yan Junyi's pace was getting faster and faster.

"Yun Qing!" Nie Zifei worried that he would be hurt by Yan Junyi, but knew that he could not protect himself.

While he was hesitating, Yan Junyi took out a Taoist talisman from his bosom, recited a spell silently and threw it over.

"Ah!" This frontal attack made Zifei unable to bear it, and fainted on the ground weakly.

"Zifei!" He Yunqing was startled and roared, "Smelly Taoist priest, why do you have to put Zifei to death?!"

"Because he is a murderous ghost!" Yan Junyi replied coldly.

"No matter what you say, I won't let you hurt Zifei!" He Yunqing ran to him, opened his hands to block the way, and tried his best not to get out of the way.

"Hee hee hee..." At this time, there was a strange laughing sound from the woods.

A few little ghosts in shrouds, with white faces and red cheeks, floated from mid-air carrying a jet-black sedan chair.

Then he landed next to Nie Zifei, and a man in a black robe walked out of the sedan chair. His long hair reached his waist and his face was very evil and charming.

He Yunqing instantly felt a strong sense of oppression, he swallowed his saliva, and boldly asked, "Who are you?"

It's just that the man didn't even look at him, instead he hugged Nie Zifei and sighed, "Zifei, what a mess~"

"Zifei!" He Yunqing stepped forward nervously, "Where are you taking Zifei?"

"Don't go there!" Yan Junyi held him back, staring at the ghost king who was about to run with a wary face.

The Ghost King glanced sideways, and raised the corners of his black lips, "Hehehe... Yan Junyi, you have to protect this stupid scholar."

……

The jet-black sedan chair travels through the night.

In the sedan chair, the ghost king raised the chin of the paper-white man in his arms, bent his upper lip and slowly entered the white smoke.

Nie Zifei quietly opened his eyes from his coma.

"Zifei, you're hurt." The evil man bit his lips.

"Don't worry about it." Nie Zifei regained his clarity and subconsciously pushed him away.

It was the first time he dared to push himself away like this, the ghost king became gloomy, grabbed his wrist, and said sinisterly, "It seems that I have let you too much recently, don't forget, you are still the bride I snatched. "

After hearing his words, Nie Zifei turned even paler.

In a blink of an eye, the sedan chair flew into a black hole and came to the stone gate of the underground palace.

The ghost king carried Nie Zifei again and walked out of the sedan chair without any refusal. The stone door opened from bottom to top, and strode in.

At this time, Hu Ling'er and several goblins were walking in the tunnel and came oncoming.

"Your Majesty." Hu Ling'er was startled when she saw the ghost king's extremely gloomy expression.

"Your Majesty, you are back." The other goblins have long been accustomed to this scene, and they only envy Nie Zifei.

"Get out of here completely." Ghost King snorted and sped up his speed.

"Yes." The other goblins curled their lips and pulled Hu Ling'er who was in a daze, "Sister, let's go."

"Yeah." When Hu Ling'er went out, she turned her head and glanced back.

……

In the bedroom, as soon as Nie Zifei was thrown on the couch, the ghost king took advantage of him and tore at his torn robe.

"No...don't..." Nie Zifei felt a surge of fear and turned around to crawl away.

"Why do you want to run away from me so urgently? Huh?" The ghost king grabbed his hair, and the red light in his eyes floated, "But Zifei, where do you want to run to?"

"Ghost King, let me go!" Nie Zifei was suffering from pain, leaning back his slender neck, but his expression was not yielding.

"I won't let you go, Zifei... Zifei...you are mine..." The ghost king lowered his head and smelled his body, and swung down the black curtain...