Scholar has special ghost skills

He Yunqing had two more bruises on his eyes, and complained aggrievedly, "Daoist Yan, you are so ruthless."

"Aren't you going to die?!" Yan Junyi grabbed the skirt of his clothes, indignant.This stupid scholar repeatedly let the ghost go, which made him not only angry, but also other indescribable feelings.

Seeing him so angry, He Yunqing couldn't help shrinking his neck in fear, but he still argued, "Even if you and Zifei have a lot of grievances, Zifei won't hurt me!"

"Hmph!" Yan Junyi shook him off vigorously, and scolded, "Stop being sentimental, he will kill you sooner or later!"

"...If you hurt me, you will hurt me, why are you nervous!" He Yun pulled his clothes lightly, and muttered in a low voice.

"..." Yan Junyi's chest heaved more and more, and he clenched his fists, but he couldn't hold it back. He drew out his long sword and pointed at him, and said fiercely, "Since you are not afraid of death, I will kill you now!"

The sword's edge was like ice, reflecting his handsome face and red eyes.

How worried is this priest about himself?

He Yunqing was suddenly not afraid anymore, stretched out his neck and said, "Okay, you kill it, you kill it!"

"You..." For a rascal like him, Yan Jun was extremely loyal and unable to vent, he threw the sword and pulled his wrist, "Come with me!"

"Hey, hey, you...you...what are you pulling me for?" Feeling the temperature from the other party's big hand, He Yunqing's cheeks gradually became hot, but the Taoist dragged him out, and The steps are big and fast.

"Yan Junyi, can you slow down! Ouch!" He Yunqing couldn't keep up for a while, and almost staggered and fell. When he just stood still, he saw Yan Junyi turned around and was about to reach out to help him, Maybe seeing that he didn't fall, he continued to turn around and walk forward, but at a much slower speed.

"Ahem." He Yunqing was also inexplicably shy, and couldn't help but said, "... Daoist, can you please stop being so awkward, it's really not cute."

"Humph!"

Hum again? !

He Yunqing smiled amusedly, and his tone softened, "Although you are very angry for letting Zifei go just now, didn't I apologize and explain? And I will try my best to persuade Zifei to leave here, so that you will not meet It's up! Any grievances will pass with time, won't you?"

Yan Junyi didn't look back this time, but instead asked, "Do you think he can leave?"

"Why can't you leave? Just leave if you want to leave..." He Yunqing was a little puzzled, "What are you hiding from me? Sometimes I can't understand what you are saying?"

But during the conversation, the two came to the wooden house again, and they became even more puzzled, "Master Daoist, what are you bringing me here for?"

Yan Junyi raised his hand to draw some runes on his forehead, let go and said, "Look!"

In an instant, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

He Yun blinked lightly, under the pale moonlight, the original chic wooden bridge was dilapidated, the lake bed had dried up, and there were even the remains of two ducks.

"Ah..." He Yun sat down lightly on the ground, pointing forward with his fingers trembling in fright, "Master Dao, you... did you use some kind of Taoism again? To make this place like this?"

Yan Junyi knelt down and stared into his eyes, "I said before, you were bewitched by a ghost! What you saw before didn't exist at all!"

"I don't believe it! It's impossible for Zifei to lie to me!" He Yunqing looked around, but the surrounding trees turned into lifeless dead wood, and there was a mass of black crows standing on it, and a sense of fear welled up in his heart.He twitched his lips, still unwilling to believe it.

"Then he said that he is not a ghost?" Yan Junyi asked.

"What?" He Yunqing remembered that when he asked Zifei about the grievances between Yan Junyi and Zifei, Zifei replied: Didn't Daoist Yan tell you?Then I asked myself whether I believed in ghosts or ghosts in the world...

"No..." He Yun shook his head lightly, but Zifei never denied it, and he had always encountered unreasonable things before.

He bit his lower lip, "How could Zifei be a ghost! I won't believe it."

I only heard Yan Junyi continue to speak slowly, "I said before, the reason why he can stay in this world is to seduce men by charm, and absorb vitality so that he won't dissipate. He approached you also to absorb your soul! And he can't leave here because his body is here!"

"You're talking nonsense! Zifei wouldn't hurt me!" He Yun shook his head and covered his ears, not wanting to listen anymore, but hated himself for believing the words of this stinky Taoist priest.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the low table in the wooden house, and there was a portrait of myself painted by Zifei...Suddenly remembered the erotic book Hu Linger gave me...If it is said that absorbing the soul needs to do that kind of thing...

"Ah! No, Zifei wouldn't do that, otherwise Hu Linger wouldn't let me take the initiative..." He Yunqing didn't dare to think about it, got up and fled with his head in his arms.

Yan Junyi was surprised by his overreaction, and hurried to catch up, "He Yunqing, don't run around!"

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"Oh!"

Nie Zifei, who flew back to the bamboo forest, was so weak that he fell on the guqin.A cloud of black smoke drifted in, and the Ghost King appeared, looking down at him with raised eyebrows, "My Zifei, why are you injured again?"

Nie Zifei ignored him, tried to sit up, leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes.

The ghost king raised his eyebrows and waved his sleeves, Nie Zifei was pulled away by a strong force.The ghost king hugged his waist with one hand, while raising his hand to caress his pale cheek, "Zifei is so delicate, it really makes me feel distressed and worried."

"Why do you have to be hypocritical!" Nie Zifei said in disgust.

"Hehehe..." The smile in Ghost King's eyes disappeared, he lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of his hair, "What should I do, I am very attached to this body, what if the child dies, what should I do?"

Then he went to tear off Nie Zifei's belt, Nie Zifei pushed him weakly, "Don't be here..."

"So my Zifei prefers to be on the bed?" The King of Ghosts kissed his slender and fragile neck, then whispered in his ear, "However, I prefer to be outside, this way I will bite... Tighter."

"..." Nie Zifei endured the humiliation and closed his eyes, his face became even paler, and his figure was gradually fading because he was too weak.

"Open your mouth!" The next moment, the King of Ghosts pinched his chin without hesitation, let out wisps of white smoke, and said softly, "This is your last ration, you should cherish it more. Your prince stays and flies together... you will have to do it yourself in the future."

After hearing his words, Nie Zifei's heart trembled.

"Zifei... what are you doing?" He Yunqing, who broke in unintentionally, stared at them in the pavilion with wide eyes!