Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

Zhong Jiuli pressed Song Ci's palm against Song Ci's, sending spirit energy into his body as usual to suppress the turbulent Yin Qi in his body.

However, this time he encountered great obstacles. Zhong Jiuli frowned, cut his fingertips, and drew a long talisman on Song Ci's palm with blood as a pen.

Only then did Song Ci feel the pain lessen. He leaned weakly against Zhong Jiuli's arms, his body was covered with cold and sticky sweat. Just as he took a breath, the tearing pain came back with even more force.

Afterwards, the blood talisman in his hand quickly melted into his skin and flowed to his whole body along the meridians. He uttered a short and sharp cry, and then tried to scratch his skin. Zhong Jiuli quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him away. tightly held in my arms,

"Song Ci!"

Zhong Jiuli exclaimed.

Song Ci couldn't hear any sound anymore, his ears were buzzing, and the shock made him feel like his head was about to split, and his body seemed to be being torn apart, and the pain of being torn apart made him forget everything.Tears kept sliding down the corners of his eyes, and a streak of black air continued to scurry under his skin, and the black air quickly spread and spread all over his body, even his eyes were also stained with black air at this moment. Looks like a real evil spirit.

Zhao Yinuo, who came in a hurry, looked at this scene in shock, while Ye Yunze beside him had a complicated look on his face. He remembered the phone call.

Afterwards, he came back to his senses and said: "The students in the guild hall were attacked, and their lives and deaths are unknown now. Xu Shengzhi and Jin Nanling have already gone to track down the whereabouts of the attackers. Brother, they need your help."

Zhong Jiuli was so anxious at the moment, he wanted to take care of others, he drooped his long eyelashes, hiding the cruelty and fury in his eyes, and said to Zhao Yinuo: "Yinuo, send us back."

Zhao Yinuo was taken aback, "Then over here..."

At this moment, Song Ci groaned in pain, her gaze sank, she nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhong Jiuli didn't dare to cast a spell on Song Ci again, so he could only knock him out, but it didn't take long for Song Ci to wake up from the pain again, and tried to self-mutilate again, so Zhong Jiuli had to tie his hands and feet.

Song Ci's lips trembled, and he let out a weak groan from time to time, and when it reached its peak, he bumped his head around.

Zhong Jiuli was afraid that he would hurt him, so he locked him in his arms. Song Ci couldn't move, so he opened his mouth and bit whatever he caught.

He snorted, the clothes on his shoulders were soaked in sticky blood, and then a few hot tears fell down, soaking his clothes.

Zhong Jiuli squeezed his face tightly, his expression was never tense, he patted Song Ci's back, and said in a low voice, "It will be fine soon."

Zhao Yinuo glanced at the two of them from the rearview mirror, feeling even more worried. She gritted her teeth and stepped on the accelerator.

The car drove all the way, and soon returned to the small courtyard.As soon as the car stopped, Zhong Jiuli rushed into the house with Song Ci in his arms, shouting as he ran, "An Yan!"

An Yan flew down from the tree, saw that Song Ci's body was strange, and quickly turned into a human form, asking, "What's going on?"

Zhong Jiuli carried him into the bedroom, An Yan followed quickly, and Zhao Yinuo was about to follow up, but Zhong Jiuli raised his head and said, "Yinuo, you go out first."

Zhao Yinuo was stunned for a moment, and felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart. She glanced at Song Ci, who was covered in darkness, and couldn't help but thumped in her heart.

——Is he really possessed?

As soon as the door was closed, Zhong Jiuli put Song Ci on the bed, and said to An Yan quickly: "The yin energy in his body was affected by Xu, and my blood talisman is no longer useful to him. The Yin Qi will soon be out of control."

An Yan was startled for a while, then he shook his head, "I, I have no choice."

Zhong Jiuli was shocked violently, and looked at him almost in despair.

"You can't save him. He is not from this world. His parents forcibly left him in the world, which has already caused disaster. Now your apex blood can no longer suppress the Yin Qi in his body. Besides, you can save him." Getting him for a while won't save him for the rest of his life, just give up."

An Yan's still childish face rarely showed a serious expression, his flickering long eyelashes drooped, and his eyes were stained with a trace of sadness.

"The destiny cannot be violated."

From the first time he saw Song Ci, he knew that this person's life was not long, and he survived only because of a drop of blood from Zhong Jiuli's heart.

Zhong Jiuli put his arms around the unconscious Song Ci, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "I said, I don't believe in fate."

He can't believe it, he can't believe it, and he doesn't want to believe it.

He only wants Song Ci to live well.

An Yan shook her head and sighed.

Song Ci seemed to have lost consciousness, and lay limp in Zhong Jiuli's arms. After a while, his face turned from pale to gray, announcing his impending fate.

Zhong Jiuli didn't have time to think about it, he put the man on the bed, took off his clothes, then took a knife and stabbed it towards his chest with no expression on his face, without making a sound.

An Yan knew that he couldn't persuade him, but he couldn't persuade him, so he had no choice but to look away.

Blood flowed down the blade, Zhong Jiuli's face turned pale, he pursed his lips tightly, pulled out the knife silently, took a small bowl to catch the blood that flowed out, and what slipped down with the blood was his body sweat.

Before the pain subsided, Zhong Jiuli picked up the red sandalwood brush that he used to draw talismans and dipped it in the blood. He raised his breath and held his breath, and began to recite the mantra: "Lingbao Tianzun... the soul of the disciple, the five internal organs Xuanming... ..."

While chanting the incantation, Zhong Jiuli drew the incantation on Song Ci's body.

"Blue dragon, white tiger... Suzaku Xuanwu, bodyguard body."

After reading the last sentence, Zhong Jiuli just finished the last stroke.

At this moment, Song Ci on the bed suddenly frowned, and let out a weak groan.The black air swimming under his skin seemed to feel threatened, and it kept scurrying around Song Ci's body, trying to wake him up.

Zhong Jiuli's complexion was pale at this moment, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and when his long eyelashes slipped down, his vision was blurred.

He picked up the pen again and drew a cleansing mantra on Song Ci's limbs.

However, he only finished drawing the upper arm, and the blood in the bowl was already too viscous to be used again. Without thinking, he raised the knife again, pointed the tip of the knife at the chest where the bleeding had just stopped, and stabbed again.

The yin and yang in Zhong Jiuli's body were constantly colliding. The extreme pain made Zhong Jiuli stunned for a moment.

Maybe it's like repelling each other, Chu Jiu sensitively sensed that there was an unusual aura slipping in here.

He frowned slightly, and his black eyeballs spread out like ink, spreading to the entire pupil. He silently diffused his Yin Qi, threatening the 'intruder'.

This is his territory.

But the 'intruder' didn't respond to him and didn't leave.

Chu Jiu became a little annoyed, and he walked out of the house, intending to find out the 'intruder'.

When Zhao Yinuo saw Chu Jiu's dark eyes, she was stunned for a moment, and she didn't realize until Chu Jiu walked to the door, "You can't go in!"

After the voice fell, Chu Jiu had already opened the door, and a bloody smell came from the room.

An Yan frowned at him, and scolded, "Get out!"

Chu Jiu didn't look at him, he looked at Song Ci lying on the bed angrily, and a thick black mist burst out from his body and hit Song Ci.

An Yan was startled, and was about to block it, but Zhong Jiuli took the lead.

The black fog on the ninth day of the ninth day seemed to hit a layer of glass, and was firmly blocked half a meter away from Song Ci.

"roll."

Zhong Jiuli didn't lift his head, his voice was cold.

Chu Jiu screamed in anxiety, his voice was extremely harsh, hoarse and sharp, like the sound of metal rubbing, which made people upset when they heard it.

An Yan made a gesture to drive him out.

Only then did Chu Jiu bluntly say: "Yes, I can, I can drive it away! Drive it away! Hiss—"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but let out a growl at Song Ci who was lying on the bed. He opened his mouth wide open, revealing dense small fangs.

Zhong Jiuli's pupils shrank slightly, and he raised his head to look at Chu Jiu, his slightly sunken eye sockets were hidden in the dark, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

One person and one ghost looked at each other for a while, and finally Zhong Jiuli waved his hand and removed the barrier.

The black mist that was isolated from the outside immediately hit Song Ci, and after a while, Song Ci was wrapped in a thick black mist.The black energy in his body sensed the threat, but he had nowhere to hide, so he could only fight desperately while urging the owner of this body to wake up.

Song Ci's groans/groans gradually became louder, he gradually regained consciousness, and the pain also woke up. His body seemed to be pulled in two different directions by two horses, as if his body was going to be pulled into two sections alive .

He couldn't help shouting: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother...It hurts so much, Senior Brother, help me, I'm in such pain...Jiu Li."

Zhong Jiuli's brows were furrowed into a ball, and the pain in his heart could not make him gnash his teeth like this.

Every sound of Song Ci was like another stabbing and grinding back and forth on his bloody wound.

The cloud of black mist rolled back and forth, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Chu Jiu put his hands on both sides of his lower abdomen, clenched tightly together, and stared at the black mist without blinking his pitch-black eyes. Concentrate on dealing with this 'intruder'.

"how much longer?"

Zhong Jiuli's eyes were bloodshot.

Chu Jiu didn't speak, his nostrils kept moving, sweat dripped down his cheeks to his chin, and then fell to the ground silently.

Suddenly, the black mist disappeared, but in an instant, the black mist swept back again, and at the same time, several golden rays of light broke through the black mist and illuminated the entire room.

When the golden light faded, the black mist returned to Chu Jiu's body, his feet softened, he sat down on the ground, and gasped for breath.