Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

While the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, there was a crack in the ground. The gap was not big, but there was a tight Yin Qi, and then a black shadow rushed out of the gap. The black shadow gradually distorted and expanded, reaching a height of more than ten meters. It was as if tens of thousands of ghosts were trapped inside, they were rampant trying to break through the bondage, and howled in pain.

For a moment, thousands of ghosts howled together, deafening.

Ye Wenqing raised his blood-stained hand, wiped his face, and licked the broken palm. The black figure stopped howling, and they looked at Ye Wenqing, roaring greedily and fearfully.

Ye Wenqing smiled, his blood-stained face looked a little hideous.

He stretched out his hand and said to the black shadow, "Good boy, come here."

As soon as the words fell, the black shadow several feet high rushed towards Ye Wenqing and surrounded him.

Song Ci was taken aback.

Then, a hiss sounded, the black shadow gradually disappeared, and Ye Wenqing reappeared in front of everyone.

Zhong Jiuli frowned, and walked in front of Song Ci calmly.

Ye Wenqing's figure suddenly swelled up, like a balloon being blown up, his skin was stretched apart, and there seemed to be something moving underneath, as if it would come out in a second.

His facial features were also stretched to the point where he couldn't see clearly, only a pair of eyes were wide open, full of blood, hanging on his face like two red lanterns.

Song Ci was taken aback, swallowed involuntarily, and couldn't bear to look straight at it, looking away, it was too ugly.

Looking at it further, he was about to vomit out all the things he ate tonight.

Ye Wenqing sighed, but he couldn't see where his mouth was, he could only hear the voice coming from his body, and he said, "If that's the case, then you all go to die."

After the words fell, he opened his hand and transformed into a long knife.

Zhong Jiuli clenched the Soul Slaying Sword tightly, and his heart gradually lifted.

Suddenly, Ye Wenqing raised his long knife and stabbed at Zhong Jiuli.Zhong Jiuli swung his sword to dodge, and moved forward against the long knife, drawing a long spark. Seeing that he was about to rush in front of Ye Wenqing, he turned his wrist and raised his sword to attack Ye Wenqing's face.

At this time, the long knife in Ye Wenqing's hand turned into a scimitar, stabbing towards Zhong Jiuli's back, and as soon as the tip of the knife fell, it was restrained by a long whip. Song Ci used his strength to rush forward and flew out of his hand In order to avoid Zhong Jiuli's soul-slaying sword, Ye Wenqing was unable to dodge for a while, and a wound was drawn on his arm, and a black air flowed out along with fresh blood.

Song Ci proudly nodded at Zhong Jiuli, "I said, I will protect you today."

Zhong Jiuli raised the corner of his mouth, raised the soul-slaying sword, and approached Ye Wenqing again. Song Ci hurriedly chased forward, and took the lead in throwing out the long whip, trapping Ye Wenqing's hand holding the weapon.

Ye Wenqing let out a roar, accumulating strength in his hands, and actually dragged Song Ci into the air, Zhong Jiu's centrifuge tightened, and quickly grabbed Song Ci's sitting hand.

Song Ci didn't dare to push him any further, so he quickly let go of the long whip. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ye Wenqing slashed at him. Zhong Jiuli immediately raised his sword to block, but the blade still slashed across his cheek.

Song Ci felt extremely distressed, this was Zhong Jiuli's face!

The anger in his heart was raging, the long whip whipped the ground, and the sky filled with dust, he glared at Ye Wenqing bitterly, and said angrily, "You wait for me!"

As he spoke, Song Ci raised his whip and stepped forward, dodging Ye Wenqing's attack with his agility, then turned around and hid behind him, while Zhong Jiuli restrained his movements in front.

Song Ci recited the incantation silently, a golden light burst out from the body of the whip, and then he raised the whip and drew it towards Ye Wenqing's back. However, this time, a huge force restrained him, and he struggled to leave a mark on Ye Wenqing's shoulder. A long mark.

Ye Wenqing let out a long howl of pain, ignoring Zhong Jiuli's attack, turned around suddenly, and slapped him with a long knife half an arm wide.

Song Ci was shocked, and hurriedly backed away, but Ye Wenqing's saber was so long that it was almost impossible to avoid it, Zhong Jiuli fell from the sky, stepped on Ye Wenqing's saber, subtracted his saber's momentum sharply, and swung his sword towards him. Ye Wenqing's face was chopped off.

Ye Wenqing raised his head, avoiding Zhong Jiuli's long sword, and at the same time raised his right leg, and kicked Zhong Jiuli.

With a sound of "bang--", Zhong Jiuli was kicked several meters away, and Ye Wenqing's long knife also fell. He quickly raised the sword, and the sharp blade collided with a clang.

Seeing this, Song Ci hurriedly raised his long whip and pulled it away from Ye Wenqing's hand holding the knife. Ye Wenqing suffered pain and pulled his hand back. Zhong Jiuli took advantage of the situation and bent his knees to chop off at Ye Wenqing's waist.

Ye Wenqing hurriedly took a step back, but was still injured, a large stream of blood gushed out, he roared, bent his elbow and hammered Zhong Jiuli's back.

Song Ci clasped Zhong Jiuli's waist with a stretch of his whip, and pulled him back with force, narrowly avoiding Ye Wenqing's attack.

Pulling him into his arms, he immediately looked at his waist and asked, "Are you all right?"

Zhong Jiuli shook his head, "No problem."

Song Ci saw that his clothes were all torn, and the exposed skin on his waist instantly turned red and purple, in stark contrast to the snow-white skin next to him, Song Ci's eyes immediately turned red.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Wenqing and said, "I'm going to kill you!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward quickly, avoiding Ye Wenqing's frontal attack as before, and circled behind him. With a flash of golden light on his whip, he pulled it towards Ye Wenqing's back again.

On the other side, Zhong Jiuli tightly controlled Ye Wenqing's actions.

But as time went by, the two gradually showed signs of fatigue, but Ye Wenqing's offensive remained undiminished, as if he would never get tired.

Song Ci was particularly panting. While guarding against Ye Wenqing's attack, he also had to concentrate on casting spells, which exhausted his physical strength.

Zhong Jiuli asked, "How far is it?"

He wiped off the sweat that slipped down, and said, "Half."

Zhong Jiuli frowned, "I'll do the rest."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Wenqing raised his knife again and attacked.

The two switched positions, with Song Ci restraining Ye Wenqing in the front, and Zhong Jiuli finishing the spell in the back.

At this time, Yan Wendao woke up slowly, and when he heard the sound of weapons clashing, he suddenly came back to his senses, a feeling of nausea struck him, his mind was dizzy, and his whole body seemed to be crushed by a heavy object.

It took him a long time before he regained his composure. He hurriedly sat up and looked for the sound.

Seeing Song Ci and Zhong Jiuli wrestling with a huge monster, it took him a long time to recognize that it was Ye Wenqing, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Then, he set his sights on Zhao Yinuo and the others who were still unconscious, and he got up quickly to wake them up.

However, only Jin Nanling showed signs of waking up. Zhao Yinuo and Ye Yunze frowned, as if they were in great pain, while Lin Chao fell asleep even more thoroughly, and even his breathing became weak.

Yan asked to quickly move them to a safe place, and rescued He Zijun from the soul arresting array.

He Zijun's soul is already weak, after all this tossing, he is about to lose his soul, Yan Wenwen quickly helped him stabilize his soul, saying: "You should go to reincarnate as soon as possible, otherwise if you drag on, you will really lose your soul."

He Zijun looked at Heng Yuancheng who was lying on the altar from a distance, was it too late for them to say goodbye?

At this time, there was a loud shout, and Song Ci was kicked away by Ye Wenqing. Song Ci quickly threw out a long whip, bound the magic sticks on both sides of the altar, and barely landed in the center of the altar, avoiding heavy blows. fell to the ground.

However, Ye Wenqing kicked his unhealed wound relentlessly. The blood gradually seeped out and dripped to the ground. The blood was hidden into the altar, emitting a short light.

Zhong Jiuli hurried over and helped him up. Seeing that his clothes were stained with blood, he couldn't help but frown, and his heart boiled with anger. He said coldly, "I'll do the rest."

Song Ci wiped his mouth and said, "It's okay, I can't die."

Zhong Jiuli's eyes sank, and his slightly sunken eye sockets leaped into a faint fire. He clenched the Soul Slaying Sword in his hand, his killing intent became more intense, and he said in a strong tone that could not be refused: "Be obedient."

Song Ci would not be Song Ci if he could be obedient and obedient. Before Zhong Jiuli finished speaking, he swung his whip and stepped forward.

Zhong Jiu was eager in his heart, and his strikes became more and more life-threatening, facing Ye Wenqing's attack head-on, neither dodging nor dodging, desperately trying to suppress Ye Wenqing.

Ye Wenqing gradually became aware of their purpose while suffering from pain. He was terrified. Seeing that the spell was about to be completed, he yelled loudly, raised his head and screamed. Fleeing, all of a sudden, birds and mice scurry, causing a commotion.

Jin Nanling and Ye Yunze were awakened by the cry, they frowned, and slowly opened their eyes.

Ye Yunze immediately recognized that terrifying monster as his grandfather, and was stunned on the spot.

At the same time, the souls of the dead who had been dormant for hundreds of years at the foot of the mountain were also awakened. Their scattered souls were drawn into their bodies by the shadow, and He Zijun beside him was also involuntarily swept away by Ye Wenqing's shadow.

Seeing this, Yan Wendao quickly strengthened his soul.

However, He Zijun was already weak, his body appeared and disappeared from time to time, and he was about to lose his wits.

At this moment, the sleepy Heng Yuancheng suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were red. After a while, his eyes returned to normal color. He turned over, drew out the long sword hanging by his waist and attacked Ye Wenqing.

His sword cut off the black shadow neatly with a force of destruction.

Ye Wenqing was in pain, and quickly retracted the black shadow. The force pulling He Zijun disappeared immediately. Heng Yuancheng stepped forward and knelt on the ground, his eyes were burning: "Your Majesty, I have been waiting for a long time."

He Zijun froze and couldn't help being stunned.

On the other side, the shadow returned to the body, and the talisman light behind Ye Wenqing faintly dimmed.

Zhong Jiuli looked extremely dignified.

Song Ci's breath was stagnant, and his teeth itched with hatred.

At this time, a figure slowly approached them, and Heng Yuancheng came up with a sword in his hand. He looked at the huge monster in front of him, and said coldly: "If you treacherous dare to bully my lord, you deserve death!"

With that said, Heng Yuancheng raised his sword and stepped forward, attacking Ye Wenqing.

He Zijun followed his figure, and his words seemed to be still ringing in his ears, "When I avenge Your Majesty, I will take Your Majesty away."

With the addition of Heng Yuansheng, the situation has changed. Song Ci and Heng Yuansheng were in front of him, one left and one right, to contain Ye Wenqing, while Zhong Jiuli continued the unfinished spell.

Not long after, Yan Wendao also came to help.

Seeing that the spell was about to be completed, Ye Wenqing's eyes glowed red, he screamed, and a black mist bloomed from his body, involving everyone in it.

At this moment, a long sword pierced his belly.

The black mist immediately rushed towards Ye Wenqing's wound, and he stood there uncontrollably, a large stream of blood was squeezed out.Seeing this, Song Ci held his breath and finished drawing the last spell. Immediately, several golden lights burst out from Ye Wenqing's body, and black mist gushed out from the cracked skin and gradually dissipated.

Ye Wenqing's figure disintegrated, like a rag that had just been wrung out, and he stood there with his head down.

After a while, he coughed, and blood gushed out of his mouth. He turned his head and stared blankly at Ye Yunze who was holding the sword, and opened his mouth as if to say something.However, Ye Yunze drew out his sword, blood spattered all over his body, Ye Wenqing lost his last support, fell to the ground, and died completely.

Ye Yunze staggered back with a blank expression, almost falling off the altar, Song Ci at the side quickly reached out and grabbed him, "Be careful!"

Ye Yunze seemed to have recovered, he looked towards Song Ci, and shed two lines of tears.

At this time, the police car drove up unhurriedly, Luo Ziang kicked open the door, rushed in, and everything was settled.

Song Ci flickered and fell to the ground.

It was already the next day when Song Ci woke up again. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhong Jiuli.

Zhong Jiuli's cold face suddenly changed, and he asked, "Is there any discomfort?"

Song Ci originally only felt that his chest was tight, but when he heard his words, he immediately pursed his mouth, whimpering coquettishly: "The chest hurts, it hurts to death."

At this time, a voice came from Zhong Jiuli, "The wound on your chest has been torn even bigger, and you have to take out the stitches and resew it up again, so it will hurt a little, and it will be fine in two days."

Hearing this strange and familiar voice, Song Ci was stunned, and the man slowly stood up from behind Zhong Jiuli, showing a face quite similar to Song Ci's.

He glanced at Song Ci, and shook his head with distress and self-blame.

Then he couldn't help but said: "I heard your uncle say everything, this time you have to go back with me, stay at home well, and go to school after your injury recovers!"

Song Ci blushed and stammered, "Dad, Dad?!"

Thinking of his tired and stupid tone to Zhong Jiuli just now, he wished he could find a hole to get in immediately, and then he glared at Zhong Jiuli with condemnation in his eyes.

However, Zhong Jiuli just smiled, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

At that time, Song Ci hadn't realized it until he recovered and was discharged from the hospital. Zhong Jiuli's eyes at that time clearly meant to settle accounts after the fall.

"Copy the book or use the palm of your hand, you choose."

Song Ci scratched his head, thinking that he had heard this not long ago, but this time he didn't say such outrageous words like 'Why do you care about me'.

He smiled and said: "Then I'd better copy the book, or if I hit my palm, my brother will feel bad."

Zhong Jiuli had nothing to do with him, and pushed him away, still a little annoyed thinking about what happened that day.

Song Ci continued to stick to him, pestering him, with a glib tone: "Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I will definitely listen to you from now on, if you ask me to kiss your left cheek, I won't kiss your right cheek , I will listen to you.”

Zhong Jiuli snorted coldly, knowing that his words could not be counted, but he couldn't help acting coquettishly, and his face immediately softened.

Song Ci was overjoyed and said: "Brother, you can accompany me to copy books, copying books by yourself is too boring."

Zhong Jiuli gave a faint 'hmm', with a gentle light in his eyes.