I have been assisting these years

This sentence is too secondary.

From Qi Jin's point of view, the woman who walked over looked as if her left half face had been burned, it was extremely ferocious, and the right half of her face had smooth skin.

It was exactly the same as Feng Changyu.

Qi Jin looked at Feng Changyu in surprise.

"Don't look at me, I don't know either."

Qi Jin instantly confirmed that this person was the black-robed woman she had seen in her dream.

She woke up immediately, holding the epee, and subconsciously stood in front of Feng Changyu.

Since she is the boss, since Feng Changyu is the heroine, she must protect her too.

Qi Jin found a reason for himself.

But she didn't expect that although her strength had improved a lot compared to before, she was obviously not at the same level as the opponent.

The power of the ghost king is described in "Tao Lun" as "mountains and rivers collapse, and blood flows."

Qi Jin felt that the collapse of the mountains and rivers was a bit too much, and after seeing Feng Changyu killing demons, he felt that the blood flow was not too much.

But although the damage caused by the two people who fought without any explanation in front of them was far less than the collapse of mountains and rivers, it was still enough to make the tide surge and the wind and sand hit the face.

Qi Jin was slapped out of the battle circle by Feng Changyu's palm, and after a few moves, thousands of ghost clans suddenly appeared out of thin air, and they were not at the same level as the ghost clans they encountered in the past.

The two people in the battle circle are almost identical except for one with a disfigured face and the other with a peach blossom.

Qi Jin cast a spell in the air and flew to Zhengsu. At first, she thought about why the two were so different in size if they were twins.

No matter how you look at it, Feng Changyu didn't look like a malnourished type when he was a child.

But in the next moment, she had no time to think about these messy things.

The ghost generals brought by the ghost king are different from those ghosts whose heads were beheaded by her before.

She tried to break through the siege and go to Feng Changyu's side, but the fight there was too fast, and Feng Changyu even completely abandoned her long sword in the end. Under the flying light, two identical auras intertwined, ghost king and ghost seal The primitive induction started to work, and Qi Jin even felt that thing in her body was about to burst out.

Another force in the body is suppressing the ghost mark again.

Cold sweat broke out on Qi Jin's forehead, and an indescribable pain made her almost fall to her knees.

And the ghosts on one side will wait for the opportunity.

"Wujin!——"

Feng Changyu, who was fighting with the woman in black, looked back distractedly, but was stabbed in the right shoulder by the long blade transformed from the opponent's own ghost energy.

"As expected of a younger sister who grew up in the world, affection is inevitable."

It was difficult to tell the difference between men and women in the light of the man's voice, and it was difficult to hear when he laughed, as if something was stuffed in his throat, which made people frown uncontrollably.

When she laughed, the ferocious half of her face became more and more terrifying, giving people a feeling of being too crazy.

And Feng Changyu was severely injured, his skills were broken, and he no longer wanted to fight, trying to go in the direction of Qi Jin.

The young ghost general's hands are pale and cold, but his nails are extremely sharp. Although he has a body that is similar to a human, his face is ugly, and there is an extremely stench when he gets close.

The sharp nails pierced through Qi Jin's robe and cut open her skin, but when he tried to further grab the monk's heart, the sword energy swept across.

The cold sweat on the forehead of the person who got up dripped down her chin into her neck. She turned her head and kicked the ghost general who was charging over. The epee blessed by the talisman was extremely powerful. The head exploded, and the clear crystals fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"interesting."

Yan Qi, who was wearing a black and red robe, glanced at the female monk whose robes were stained red with blood, and then her eyes fell on Feng Changyu who was confronting her——

"You are missing a soul, so naturally you can't beat my sister and me."

Her voice is tinged with palpable pleasure and a hint of childish comparison.

It seemed that he came up out of boredom, staring at Feng Changyu's blood-stained hand.

Finally, he walked towards Qi Jin.

"Don't think about leaving."

The wound on Feng Changyu's shoulder was bleeding profusely, her face was pale, and the white hair on her sideburns was wet by the drizzle, sticking to her cheek.

But she had no time to take care of it, so she made a move and confronted Yan Qi.

"Then you are really not afraid of death."

Yan Qi turned around, and they knew each other's relationship tacitly when they met each other.

The twins have similar faces, except that Yan Qi looks more sinister because he ruined half of his face.

The pure and charming feeling in Feng Changyu's body is not reflected in her body, but it is full of darkness.

"Then you're going to die."

Yan Qi turned around, and with her hands together was the move of Ghost Cultivator. For a moment, Night Breeze seemed to be held in her hands, and the wind and clouds were stirred up, and even the moonlight disappeared.

Qi Jin couldn't tell whether she was her now or not.

There was another voice circling in her mind, muttering that Feng Changyu couldn't die here.

Where is that dead?

They're all going to die anyway, aren't they?

Why does this voice sound exactly like mine?

She was holding the epee, and the disciples from Zhengsu came from a distance, and the flying sword flowed into the battle circle.

Of course Yan Qi felt it too, she sighed and stuck out her tongue like a child playing.

"It's annoying, see you next time then."

If a girl with a cute appearance said this, it might not be too offensive, but she is tall, with a curvy figure, and her temperament and words are completely incompatible, which made Qi Jin, who rushed to Feng Changyu's side, feel goosebumps all over her body. pimple.

She just disappeared among the ghost generals, completely ignoring the soldiers following her.

The leader of Zhengsu is that Wen Yise.

Qi Jin hugged Feng Changyu, and heard the other party ask: "She actually..."

"What happened? They fought with the ghost master and are still alive."

Qi Jin wasn't very polite either, she hugged Feng Changyu and let him lean into her arms, absorbing the ghostly aura from her through skin-to-skin contact.

"you!"

Qi Jin didn't look back, she called Ji Wanfeng who also ran over, and told him to bring Lu Yuanxing over to show Feng Changyu.

Is the ghost king's claws poisonous? Why does the wound seem to be rotting gradually, and the surroundings are...

"The ancient ghost race is this..."

Qi Jin stuffed a black plum into Feng Changyu's mouth, "Okay, okay, you can rest, why don't you slap each other's claws? It's good for everyone to play with each other..."

She muttered all the way, and naturally no one wanted Feng Changyu to faint.

But Lu Yuanxing checked the wound and shook his head. Several seniors who were practicing medicine in the main place touched their beards and sighed. Restoration, still need...

"Stop moaning."

Qi Jin's own head hurts too, but her own back injury healed quickly, after all, ghost generals are not from the ancient ghost clan.

"The blood of the ancient ghost clan."

Everyone in the room was as quiet as a chicken.

Only Qi Jin felt a pain in the head.

The one lying down is the species of the ancient ghost race.

But can't say.

It made her a little uncomfortable, and Ji Wanfeng who was standing beside him thought that Qi Jin was trembling because he was worried about Feng Changyu, and wanted to comfort him with a sad face.

In the end, Qi Jin stared back.

After everyone in the room dispersed, Qi Jin came to the couch and gave a feed.

Feng Changyu looked at her, and Qi Jin took a bite of a peach that was said to be a specialty of Zhengsu, "How about digging out your own heart and blood to make up for it?"

Feng Changyu shook his head, "You're making such a fuss."

Qi Jin bit the flesh in his mouth, and his voice was a bit vague, "See for yourself how rotten the upper shoulder is, even if you look at it personally, you will think..."

Qi Jin shrugged.

Her hair was disheveled, and her blood-stained dressing gown was replaced by Yuemen's.

His face was still a little pale.

Feng Changyu reached out and pulled Qi Jin's sleeve.

"Ok?"

"I'm thirsty, give me a bite."

Qi Jin: "I'll pour you a glass of water."

She took another bite of the peach, fearing that Feng Changyu would snatch it from her.

As a result, the moment she handed over the porcelain cup, she was suddenly pulled, and she threw herself onto Feng Changyu.

The glass of water also spilled all over Qi Jin's body, but the porcelain cup didn't fall off the ground, it just landed on the couch.

Fortunately, she raised her head in time, otherwise Feng Changyu's chin would be on her face.

"It seems that you are in good spirits."

Qi Jin yawned and was about to stand up, but she didn't seem to be moved at all.

Feng Changyu took Qi Jin's hand and pressed it on his chest.

Her shoulder injury was still not healed, and she couldn't help frowning, lying on the couch as if she was going to die in a second.

Qi Jin felt that her hair had turned gray again.

You can still feel the warm heartbeat under the palm of your hand through a layer of clothes.

Qi Jin sighed.

She retracted her hand, clenched it tightly and then loosened it.

"you……"

"Those two words..."

"Sister!"

Qi Jin stopped what Feng Changyu was going to say.

She always has a happy look on weekdays, and when she seldom gets angry, her displeasure gives people a sense of vulnerability that can be broken at a poke, which makes people feel that it is all an illusion.

But now his brows were furrowed, hesitant to speak.

"I made things difficult for you?"

"It was a surprise."

Qi Jin sighed, stuffed Feng Changyu's hands back into the quilt, stood up, and used spells to dry the water stains on his body, "I never thought of that."

"I never thought about it."

"Me too."

Feng Changyu looked at Qi Jin with a smile.

Her veil was already stained with blood and was thrown away by Qi Jin.

When Qi Jin came back with Feng Changyu in his arms, many people were talking about this unexpected fight.

The ghost king appeared in such a small town next to the orthodox sect, and even attacked Yu Qingque's disciples.

Yuqingque's disciple survived at the hands of the ghost king.

Is it because the new ghost king is too weak, or is Leng Qiuzi's disciple really strong?

Feng Changyu's flirtatious and beautiful face also became the subject of heated discussions.

Everyone knows that if the ghost clan makes a comeback to fight, the leader of the new generation must be the one who survived under the ghost king.

"I know."

Qi Jin looked at the peach on the ground that she had almost eaten, "You and Master first, now you don't have much energy to continue traveling."

Qi Jin has investigated Feng Changyu's cultivation, and the serious internal friction seems to simply wither her body, and the body that was damaged in Weicheng before has also recovered.

A dead look that will not live long.

Qi Jin was actually a little sad.

It's hard not to impress Feng Changyu.

But she has a flag planted by someone else in her heart, and she has the idea of ​​wanting to meet again and make it clear.

It's the wrong time, the wrong place, and the wrong person.

"it is good."

Feng Changyu was not surprised by Qi Jin's attitude either.

The cause Su Mingzhen planted first, this cause, always requires Qi Jin to choose whether there will be any fruit or not.

……

Apart from sealing Changyu's house door, Qi Jin didn't go back to rest.

She didn't feel sleepy, so she simply jumped onto the roof, but she also disliked that Zhengsu's bedroom was too low, and she didn't have Yuqingque's pretense of being surrounded by fresh air at first sight.

The news of the ghost king appearing in Jinchi will soon spread, Qi Jin can easily imagine how tense the situation will be afterwards.

But what made her more concerned was the uncontrollable feeling that her body was taken when she fought the ghost general just now.

too weird.

She even heard someone talking to her.

The same voice as hers.

The man said—

"I am you."

how is this possible.

That kind of tuning is obviously a system.