Scholar Who Walks the Night

?Mingxi did not expect that there were two beautiful women in the underground palace, no wonder she was forgotten so quickly, it seems that the past hundred years have been very romantic.

I stayed in the underground palace anxiously for a few days, the ghost didn't do anything to her, but let her stand beside the other two women, helping pass Yuzhan to read books and so on. A hundred years of loneliness may be really too much. feel lonely.

Mingxi wanted to have a good chat with those two women, but except for Shin Yunxiu who occasionally smiled at her distantly, Zheng Yinji ignored her at all, and she snatched most of the errands of serving ghosts, Mingxi and Yunxiu basically stood by each other. A decoration on the side.

Mingxi is more willing to take it easy, and it is best not to communicate with him forever.

Not long after she was free, the ghost began to call her by name. When she was limping, she would often serve him a blood cup. Therefore, she was used to receiving blood from the dead, but ghosts from a hundred years ago did not frown like this when they died. Staring at her every move, after taking Yuzhan, he held her wrist and pulled her to the front, leaned over, narrowed his phoenix eyes and looked at her inch by inch, the extremely aggressive gaze It seems to be carved into the skin, very cautious.

Since then, carrying blood cups has become Mingxi's long-term errand, and Yinji was so angry that she rolled her eyes for more than a month.

The ghost would give Yin Ji and Yun Xiu a few days off every once in a while, and let them go wherever they wanted, but they didn't allow Ming Xi to leave, probably knowing that she was restless.

After a long circle, Mingxi fell into his hands again and lived a life without seeing the sun. It's really a bad relationship.

On this day, when the ghost came back from the outside in a black dragon gauze costume, he carried a wounded man in his hand.

When Ming Xi saw that man, his face turned pale instantly, that snow-skinned vermilion lips, narrow and handsome eyes, was actually her brother Shenglie!

Jin Shenglie also saw her, opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and murmured with trembling lips, "Mingxi...how do you..."

Guifeng narrowed his eyes, glanced back and forth between the two of them, and said in a cold tone, "Do you know each other?"

Mingxi jumped ahead of Shenglie and said, "My lord, my daughter met this young master when he was in Hao's Village. He has always loved my daughter, but my daughter did not agree."

Jin Shenglie first looked sideways at the ghost holding him in disbelief, and after hearing Mingxi's words, he immediately shut up obediently, which was regarded as acquiescing.

The ghost sneered twice, and rudely dragged Jin Shenglie into a stone room. Soon, Jin Shenglie's screams came from the room.

Ming Xi clenched Juan's skirt tightly and endured desperately so as not to shed tears.

The ghost came out of the stone room, walked straight in front of Mingxi, grabbed her chin with cold fingers, made her look up at him, and scoffed, "Why are your eyes red?"

Ming Xi looked at him calmly, and replied, "After all, he is an acquaintance. Seeing him in such a miserable state, I always feel a little bit unbearable."

The ghost raised his chin slightly, eyes full of hostility, examined her for a while, then suddenly bowed his head close, and when he was about to kiss those pink cherry lips, Ming Xi turned his head away, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The ghost frowned, didn't continue, and let go of her jaw.

During this period, Yunxiu stood silently like a wooden figure with her head bowed, while Yinji was very jealous and repeatedly gouged her out.

Mingxi didn't care about them, the newly splattered bloodstains on Gui's long silk black robe had already disturbed her heart, and the only thing left was how to rescue Jin Shenglie.