The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

"Village leader, the meat is ready." Beside the grill, Wang Que turned his head to look at Mo Lingqing who was still beating the spirit of the Golden Spirit Bell.

"You eat first." Mo Lingqing's voice was cold, his eyes still fixed on the Golden Lion Spirit of the Golden Spirit Bell.

Wang Que retracted his gaze and ate the barbecue slowly.

The barbecue was still the same beast meat as before, but Wang Que was no longer the Wang Que before. He could not provide him with such a huge amount of blood and energy when he ate this barbecue now, but if he ate more, he could still condense some blood essence.

Enjoying the barbecue slowly, it would be great if he could have a little wine at this time.

It's a pity that there were only mountains of sulfur and charcoal in his two storage rings, and there was no real stuff at all.

Just as he was enjoying the pleasure of eating meat, Mo Lingqing's iconic cold voice suddenly came: "Wang Que, have you forgotten what this village leader said?"

Wang Que was startled, and after thinking about it for a while, he finally found out where the problem was.

He activated the Xuanyin Pearl in his arms, and his aura instantly simulated the late Lingtai realm: "I didn't forget, I didn't forget, I was just careless."

Mo Lingqing didn't say anything else, Wang Que's eyes moved slightly, and he quietly simulated his aura to the early Yuandan realm. Immediately, a small wave of air burst out from his body and rolled in all directions.

"Huh, the aura of the early Yuandan realm has such a strong fluctuation."

Thinking in his heart, he tried to simulate his aura cultivation to the late Yuandan realm, and suddenly, a stronger wave of air swept in all directions.

"Wow, this Xuanyin Pearl is really a good treasure, it can simulate the cultivation of the late Yuandan realm!"

He was excited and activated the Xuanyin Pearl again to simulate the cultivation of the Renqiao realm, but this time, no matter how he activated it, the Xuanyin Pearl did not react at all.

"Is it broken?" Wang Que's heart skipped a beat, and then he adjusted it down. In an instant, his aura declined to the middle Yuandan realm.

"It's not broken." He breathed a sigh of relief and simulated the breath back to the late Yuandan stage.

"Late Yuandan stage, let's just leave it like that, this place is all Yuandan stage." Thinking in his heart, he fixed the breath and continued to eat barbecue.

Not far away, Zhang Qiulin squinted and secretly watched all this, with a wave in his heart: "The treasure that can simulate the breath, this person must be very important, Wang Que, Jinshui City seems to have no Wang family, is he from a casual cultivator family?"

He secretly looked at Wang Que and the blood demon girl, and finally, Wang Que looked over.

Zhang Qiulin quickly closed his eyes, he was still healing.

Wang Que ate barbecue and looked at Zhang Qiulin, after a moment he suddenly smiled and stood up and walked over.

He came to Zhang Qiulin, who was sitting cross-legged to heal his wounds, swinging the skewers in his hand: "Xiao Zhang."

Zhang Qiulin was angry, but he could only endure the humiliation and slowly opened his eyes and smiled flatteringly: "Senior, please speak."

Wang Que smiled proudly and squatted down and pointed at the blood witch: "Do you see that side?"

Zhang Qiulin nodded: "I see."

"Who is that?"

"Blood witch, no, master."

"Well, you are quite sensible." Wang Que took a bite of the barbecue and chewed it and swallowed it: "I'll tell you one more thing, I'm her husband."

Zhang Qiulin nodded habitually: "Well."

After a few seconds...: "Well?!!"

Wang Que looked at his incredible expression and laughed: "Xiao Zhang, if you don't want to die, then work hard. My wife is not a bloodthirsty person."

"By the way, you are a master of refining, do you have any wine?"

Does the master of refining have anything to do with wine?

No.

Zhang Qiulin couldn't keep up with Wang Que's train of thought. He was stunned for a second, then nodded and took out a jar of wine: "Yes."

Wang Que took the jar of wine with shining eyes: "I am immune to all poisons, take out as much as you have."

Zhang Qiulin smiled bitterly: "Senior, how dare I poison you? I have handed over all my soul source."

"Stop talking nonsense and bring the wine."

Not long after, Wang Que took away more than 30 jars of wine from Zhang Qiulin and left happily, leaving Zhang Qiulin with a bleak face sitting cross-legged in the mountains.

Back to the grill, Wang Que first poured a bowl and tasted it. The taste was really good, even better than the wine in Moguang Village, but compared to his own Wang family... it was slightly worse, but it could also be regarded as a first-class wine!

He found a clean and unused wine gourd, poured a gourd of wine, and walked to Mo Lingqing who was still beating the spirit of the weapon on the other side with a plate of cut barbecue.

"Chief, I've got some good wine, and the barbecue has been cut into small pieces, with bamboo sticks on them, you can just stick them on and eat."

Mo Lingqing glanced over, and Wang Que looked at the hideous evil ghost mask and said quickly: "This wine gourd has never been used, it's absolutely clean!"

"Put it down." Mo Lingqing's voice was still cold, but it was a little better than other times.

"Okay, you can try it when you have time, this barbecue will become old when it gets cold, but now it is very tender. "

Mo Lingqing said nothing, raised her hand and shook her bloody sleeves to her arm, stretched out her jade hand and picked up the bamboo stick with the barbecue.

Holding the bamboo stick, Mo Lingqing slowly looked up at Wang Que who was smiling.

Wang Que's smile froze when he saw this, and he touched his nose and turned around awkwardly.

Mo Lingqing snorted coldly, and then slowly ate a bite of barbecue.

After taking a bite of barbecue, Mo Lingqing said lightly: "Not bad."

"As long as the village chief likes it." Wang Que said, and sat back by the grill to eat meat.

Half an hour later, Mo Lingqing put away the wine gourd with half of the wine left and looked at the still struggling Golden Lion Spirit.

The red lips opened slightly, and the voice was cold: "Don't think that I dare not kill you because you are a spirit. This village chief has limited patience. If you don't surrender again, this seat will kill you immediately! "

After saying this, a huge hand of spiritual power grasped the Golden Lion Weapon Spirit tightly, making it unable to struggle and move.

"The last three breaths!"

"Three!" After Mo Lingqing finished speaking, the huge hand of spiritual power shrank instantly, and fear flashed in the eyes of the Golden Lion Weapon Spirit. It stopped struggling and took the initiative to merge with the seal that Mo Lingqing had cast.

"It's too late to drink the wine if you don't accept the toast! "Mo Lingqing stood up, and the strong soul power penetrated into the body of the Golden Lion Spirit.

She wanted to wipe out all the consciousness of this spirit!

In the distance, Zhang Qiulin's face twitched. He clearly said three breaths, but he just shouted three. This did not give people a chance to react or choose... It was obvious that he wanted to wipe it out... Is there still a need to choose?

Soon, the magic weapon Jinling Bell, which had a spirit but no consciousness, quietly floated in Mo Lingqing's hand.

Although the spirit of the weapon turned into a dead spirit, it would weaken the magic weapon by 30%, but... she was willing.

Somewhere on the ground on the fifth floor, Liu Hongjin's face turned pale and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Looking up at Xu Guangzhen, his voice was bitter: "Uncle Xu, my connection with Jinling Bell is completely broken, and I can't sense her position."

Xu Guangzhen clenched his fist slightly: "Where is the final direction?"

Liu Hongjin looked ahead: "Still in front, but I guess she will move."

"Let's go! "Xu Guangzhen was extremely decisive.

In the red world under the volcano, Wang Que smiled and trotted to Mo Lingqing: "Congratulations to the village chief for obtaining a good magic weapon!"

Mo Lingqing glanced at Wang Que, then sat cross-legged again.

Wang Que was not surprised and lay down next to her: "Village chief, I'm a little sleepy after eating. I'll take a nap. Call me if you need anything. "

Mo Lingqing ignored him. She was already used to Wang Que's laziness.

She had observed before that even when Wang Que was sleeping, his skills were running automatically, which meant that he was practicing all the time.

Before she met Wang Que, all the skills she had seen required specific postures to practice, such as most of them required sitting cross-legged in meditation...

Ignoring Wang Que, she turned over her left hand, and saw a ferocious scar on the palm of her left hand that was shocking.

This scar was one of the runes on the Huangfeng Palace's protective formation!

This rune could not be memorized in her mind, so she could only take a risky move to imprint it on her palm!