Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

Chapter 304 You should calm down first

When he opened his eyes again, he found that it was early in the morning outside the window, and the dry body was still snuggling in his arms.

The drought obviously also consumed a lot of energy. At this time, the body was completely weak and weak, and the sleep was exceptionally sweet.

Xiao Lin’s face blushed, and he stood up lightly and hurriedly, letting her leave her own embrace without awakening the drought.

“Unexpectedly, I was saved by you again.”

Xiao Lin for a while Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, muttering to himself: “It seems that we don’t know how we owe each other’s favor accounts.”

However, Xiao Lin turned over and got out of bed, just after landing on the ground with his feet, only to find that Yun Siqing was actually sleeping on the bed with the bunk on the floor, and was not asleep, watching him half-side.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing for a while.

Yun Siqing blushed, and turned around hurriedly, not daring to look directly into Xiao Lin’s eyes.

“Uh…….”

Xiao Lin scratched his head and smiled bitterly: “Fairy Yun, have you misunderstood something?”

“No.”

Yun Siqing answered coldly without looking back.

“She was to heal me.”

Xiao Lin Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and said, “I was seriously injured in the Hall of the Ghost King, but fortunately she was saved…”

“Young Master Xiao, don’t explain it anymore.”

Yun Siqing remained silent for a while before turning back to face Xiao Lin again.

Xiao Lin glanced intently, daring to feel that this woman had just rustled and turned around, unexpectedly undressing.

At this moment, Yun Siqing’s white skin was completely exposed to the air, making Xiao Lin unable to recover for a long time.

“you…….”

“Sure enough, it was a misunderstanding.”

Xiao Lin couldn’t help but slapped his forehead, his face full of tears without tears.

At this time, facing the naked Yun Siqing, it was more helpless than when he faced Loki, the deceitful king at Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

“Young Master Xiao, you misunderstood.”

Yun Siqing lowered her head shyly, murmured like a cat cry: “A great heroic emperor like you should serve the beautiful three thousand. I have never wished to win your favor alone.”

“But at least, I want to be able to feel the meaning of my existence in some places, instead of thinking of a hindrance to keep by your side.”

With that said, Yun Siqing plucked up the courage to walk forward and gently hugged Xiao Lin with his arms wide open.

“You said before, I’m yours, am I?”

The dry skin has a healthy wheat color and has a wild beauty.

In contrast, Yun Siqing’s skin is as white as snow, slippery as fat, and can be broken by a bomb. His body is thin and weak, and it makes people involuntarily love and affectionate.

Xiao Lin was silent for a long time, stretched out his arms to hold Yun Siqing in his arms, gently rubbed his palms on her skin, smiled and said, “Fairy Yun, are you really ready?”

Yun Siqing’s body shuddered like an electric shock, but he nodded gently: “I’m ready…”

“But I don’t think you are ready yet.”

Xiao Lin smiled faintly, and silently raised his middle and middle fingers, and lightly tapped Yun Siqing’s neck behind the back.

“You better calm down.”

Yun Siqing snorted, then immediately closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Lin put on clothes again for Yun Siqing, took her to the bed and lay side by side with the dry man, and then left the inn gently.

The ghost king’s breach of contract caused his body to explode and his death also made Xiao Lin no longer expect to take a shortcut, and must rely on his own strength to break into the eighteenth floor of The Underworld and rescue the sky shield.

But before that, he has one more thing to do.

There was no one on the street early in the morning, and Xiao Lin walked hurriedly under the foot of the wind, and came to the Hall of the Ghost King.

The death of the King of Ghosts was purely self-inflicted, and Xiao Lin didn’t care whether his soldiers were dead or alive.

What worries Xiao Lin is the whereabouts of that drop of Demon Emperor’s blood.

After a violent explosion, the originally prosperous and solemn Hall of the Ghost King has been completely destroyed into ruins.

Countless rugged large and small gravels were densely packed together, and the entire Ghost King Palace was dead for dozens of miles, without the slightest breath of life.

Xiao Lin paced for a long time, and finally came to the Lotus Position in the middle of the ruins and sat down, using his own Dantian and soul to feel it carefully.

Xiao Lin already understood how powerful the drop of Demon Emperor’s blood contained.

Even if the devilish energy of this level was buried deeply at the bottom of the ruins, Xiao Lin could definitely feel it clearly.

However, half an hour passed, even though he tried his best to perceive, he didn’t notice at all.

Could it be that the blood of the Demon King ran out of power and disappeared after killing the Ghost King?

If this is the case, the demon emperor who has been extolled to be supernatural is too lacking in cards, right?

Just as Xiao Lin was suspicious, a joke of laughter suddenly came from the side.

“Yo, Master Xiao, are you looking for this?”

Xiao Lin was startled slightly, then turned around abruptly, and saw that it was Xuanyuan Wuji, the Patriarch of the Xuanyuan Family, who did not know when he would come behind him.

Xuanyuan Wuji’s fingertips flashed a little scarlet light, it was the drop of Demon Emperor’s blood!

“Patriarch Xuanyuan, you can’t play with this thing casually.”

Xiao Lin said blankly: “You should know that it is precisely because the ghost king covets the power contained in this drop of blood, that he has caused himself to be killed. Give him a funeral.”

“Now that Zhong Lituyuan has been beaten into the eighteenth floor of The Underworld, your Xuanyuan family is already the dominant family in Fengdu Ghost City. You shouldn’t be so stupid to ruin your own good future for a drop of blood, right?”

“Thank you for your reminder, but the old man knows exactly what he is doing.”

Xuanyuan Wuji held the blood of the Demon Emperor in his hand, his face was full of crazily distorted smiles: “Although I can’t absorb the power in the blood of the Demon Emperor, but you can destroy it. Holy relic, isn’t it?”

“Patriarch Xuanyuan, why are you doing this?”

Xiao Lin asked with a puzzled smile, “You should know that you and Zhong Li Tuyuan were besieging me at the beginning. At that time, I didn’t know much about ghosts, so you once had the upper hand.”

“But now I also master ghosts, and Realm has reached the peak of mysterious ghosts, and you are just a mere ghost.”

“My current ability wants to kill you and turn your backs on. Why do you have to do such a stupid thing that burns jade and stone to bring you the disaster of extinction for your Xuanyuan family?”

“Boy, don’t try to deceive the old man by arguing with ingenuity.”

Xuanyuan Wuji jokingly said, “Now that the ghost king is dead, Zhong Lituyuan has also been beaten into the eighteenth floor of The Underworld. Your next move must be to get rid of the old man and swing the butcher knife at our Xuanyuan family.”

“Since you don’t give us a way to survive, the old man will never make you feel better!”

“I will destroy the blood of the Demon Emperor now, don’t you want to covet this power that destroys the world!”

Seeing Xuanyuan Wuji’s almost crazy appearance at this time, Xiao Lin Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Why does this person add so many dramas to himself?

Is it true that in the eyes of the people in Fengdu Ghost City, he is such an image of the devil in the world?