The heartthrob heroine is chasing me

Fu Nian turned her back without saying a word, pursing his lips tightly, like a wood that is about to fall silent.

"Why don't you speak?" Hongxuan made a gesture to pull her hair.

"The deity is accumulating spiritual power." Fu Nian replied angrily, "Do you still want to go out?"

Hongxuan quickly shut her mouth.

Lianchi is worthy of being the genius who is most likely to achieve Taoism and immortality in the cultivation world in the past 300 years. This Xumi mustard space is nested with the original world. If he wants to get out successfully, he must find the gap between the two worlds.

Fu Nian freed up one hand, waved his long sleeves, and continued to smear and move on the sky dome like painting.

She felt uneasy at the bottom of her heart, always felt that Lianchi was the best at spying on people's hearts and playing tricks. This time he moved the Sumeru world and spent a lot of spiritual energy to set up a large formation, so it was impossible to scare people with two illusions.

During the search process, Jing Que and his party caught up.She left in a hurry without changing her red clothes, her forehead was wrapped in gauze, her face was pale, her lips were blue, and she was as distraught as a husband who had run away from his wife.

Hong Xuan looked away guiltily, always feeling that the gauze on her forehead was glowing green.

Jing Que called out, "Miss Fu!"

Hongxuan: "..."

Fu Nian raised his eyebrows, stopped his movements, and almost thought he heard it wrong, "What is your name?"

"Miss Fu, where are you going?" Jing Que calmed down and reined in.

Fu Nian snorted: "How dare you, didn't Lian Chi teach you to call this deity the Supreme Master?"

Jing Que was stunned for a moment, and got off the horse like a stupefied young man, eager to pull her back, "Miss Fu, follow me back."

Jing Que didn't know what was wrong with her, maybe it was because she was bewitched by the beauty, or maybe it was because she couldn't bear to part with that magical technique, she couldn't let Fu Nian go no matter what.

Fu Nian's eyes became more interesting, she thought that this Xumi space was filled with puppet puppets, but she didn't expect it to be a real person.

"That old man has spent a lot of thought on your behalf."

Jing Que was still steadfast: "Miss Fu, you have already married me, so you should..."

Fu Nian snapped his fingers impatiently, the sky dimmed, the wind didn't move, the grass didn't move, even the wind was frozen in mid-air, time stopped flowing at this moment, so quiet that only his own breathing and heartbeat could be heard.

Jing Que and Fu Nian faced each other quietly, she gritted her teeth, a drop of sweat dripped onto her eyelashes, the pain was extremely painful.

"The magic circle has been broken, the plague has been eliminated, and the grievances between you and this deity are over..."

"How can I trust you?" Jing Que clenched his silver gun tightly. She no longer had the extravagant hope of bringing him back, but only thought about the best choice for herself.

"What's the use of believing or not?" Fu Nian smiled seductively, "You can't stop me..."

Before the words fell, a gap suddenly opened in the sky, and she and the person in her arms turned into two rays of light and were included in it.

"Lingyu can be used to contact the Blood Floating Palace so that we can do it ourselves."

A white light flashed before Jing Que's eyes, and when he lowered his head again, there was a crystal clear jade pendant in his hand.

The color in front of her eyes was fading rapidly, Hongxuan felt that the world was spinning for a while, and her whole body was thrown out.

She was like a glutinous rice ball, squeezed and kneaded by a pair of invisible big hands, sour water appeared in her stomach, and her mouth was bitter, but those hands did not let her go, as if she would not stop until she exhaled her last breath.

Headache, abdominal pain, acid reflux... The muscles all over her body were screaming in pain, and she passed out unbearably.

Fu Nian stood with her waist pinched, looking at the person on the bed.

Hongxuan was still in a deep sleep, her limbs were thin and slender, and her lower abdomen was more prominently swollen. It looked strange in combination, as if the things in her belly were continuously absorbing nutrients and were about to be exhausted.

Such a big lotus seed is obviously beyond the size of a normal lotus seed. How could this ghost thing want to settle down in her stomach and cultivate a human form?

Fu Nian stretched out two fingers, gestured for the size, showed a cruel smile, and prepared to dig it out if the momentum was wrong.

Ji Yin walked in at this time.

She was ecstatic when she received the sound transmission from Fu Nian, and immediately rushed from the nearest Windy City.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, Fu Nian raised the Spirit Snake Sword upside down and sharpened it at the person on the bed.

Ji Yin: "..."

Ji Yin stood up straight calmly, pretending she didn't see it.

"Why don't you come in?" Fu Nian waved at her.

Ji Yin walked in as she said, and when she saw the man clearly, she almost tripped over her left foot and fell to the ground with her right foot.

"My lord, this, this..." It's only been a few days, how could people be killed.Ji Yin looked at Hongxuan's stomach in horror, feeling really miraculous.

"As you can see." Fu Nian was calm, "It's just that people become unconscious as soon as the mustard seeds come out. This deity tried many methods, but he almost had a caesarean section."

Ji Yin's eyes widened, thinking that the question was whether he was unconscious or not, it was a child!child!

"My lord, what's going on?" She bowed and knelt on the ground, "These subordinates have been worried about your safety these days. If that Lian Chi is a monster, why not..."

"Ji Yin." Fu Nian called out his name.

Fu Nian stared into Ji Yin's eyes without moving for a long time, trying to discern whether this person was trustworthy.

Ji Yinming was picked up by Fu Nian, and the piano was owned by Fu Nianxiu. After he ascended the position of Demon Lord, he also helped with a lot of dirty work.

She used to be the glorious Miaoyin Fairy of the Guizhen School, but once she fell into the mortal world, she crawled around in the mud and became the notorious protector of the Blood Floating Palace.

Does she hate the deity?

Fu Nian thought, so what about hatred, since the day of heavy snow, she can't go back, she is destined to be tied to the Blood Floating Palace, life and death are inseparable.

But Ji Yin didn't notice anything, and reported the news of these days one by one.

"Xuanling Palace has lost twelve sub-rudders in a row, and no one has investigated Linglu Mountain so far. The subordinates feel that Old Ghost Lianchi is planning something again, so they dare not act rashly."

"Well, that's not right." Fu Nian took a sip of tea, "Shoot it, take down Los Angeles, no matter what the old man wants to do, let him do what he wants first."

"But--"

"He can't take care of himself anymore." Fu Nian narrowed his eyes, "Guess what I saw in Jiezi?"

"Magic formation, the ancestor of Xuanling Palace secretly practiced magic skills, and he was not afraid of ridicule by the world when he said it. He was not the most shameless of these crooked ways in the past. What's wrong?"

"My deity thought, he must be in a hurry, mad dogs will bite people when they are in a hurry, and Lianchi will kill people when he is in a hurry." Fu Nian thought for a while, and a trace of jokes crossed his face, "He has always been like this, sanctimonious, pretending to be smart, It hasn't changed in 300 years, and now it's crazier to be old."

Fu Nian suddenly thought of something, "How is Xiao Wen?"

"Dead, biting his tongue and killing himself."

She paused as she raised the quilt, as if suddenly, such an ambitious woman would commit suicide?

"She didn't want to reincarnate in the six realms, and dissipated her soul. The subordinates failed to stop her. Please forgive me, my lord."

"That's really a pity." Fu Nian covered the quilt, and others couldn't take care of her anymore. She just wanted to take care of Hongxuan, and the lotus seed in her stomach, no... it was a lotus seed egg.

Thinking of this, Fu Nian sighed and was extremely distressed.

"died?"

Lianchi flicked his wrist holding on to the paintbrush, and a drop of ink smudged on the rice paper, forming a huge stain. He sighed softly.

"That child, why are you so overwhelmed?" He said to Wei Yu, "Try your best to bring back the bones of Uncle Xiaowen."

Wei Yu turned to leave, but he stopped him again.

"One more sentence for me to tell Lord Mozun in Los Angeles." He smiled, wrinkled the corners of his eyes, and wrapped the paper in his hand to her.

"She's in Los Angeles?" Wei Yu was shocked and forgot to pick it up, "Is she still alive?"

Unexpectedly, Lianchi put on a straight face when she heard the words, and seemed rather dissatisfied, "She won't die even if you die, why don't you go!"

"Master..." Wei Yu didn't know why he was suddenly angry. She actually hoped that Master would stay with her for a while, so that she could report the situation of the division.

She thought of Lian Chi's recent summoning of his disciples into the palace, under the pretense of protecting them, but in reality they were detained at Linglu Mountain, unable to go down the mountain for half a step.

"Get out." Lianchi exhausted her patience and said it again.

After the people left, he brushed away the paperweight, twisted up the rice paper, and stared at the window carefully.

In the painting is a woman in red dress, half or half of which is similar to Fu Nian, with bright eyes and a smile, a frown and a smile that are lifelike, so bright that even the sunlight is eclipsed by it.

Lianchi's painting skills are extremely delicate, when a gust of wind blows, the rice paper rattles, and the woman follows suit, as if she is about to jump out of the painting at any time.

"This deity wants you to see with your own eyes—" Lianchi smiled slightly, as if gnashing his teeth with hatred, a pinch of flames ignited on his fingertips, and burned up the beauty painting.

The author has something to say: Fu Nian sneered: Shed eggs to protect people...

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Looking for a collection of pre-received articles "The True King of the Sea Can't Get Feelings", "There Are Always Mermaids Conspiring against Me", I haven't decided which one to write [cover my face], do you guys have any suggestions?