After the rebirth of the metaphysics master, he exploded into the wealthy circle

Hearing this, Yang Ye couldn't help winking at Lu Siwei boldly.

My dear uncle, such a capable master, still cares about you so much, hurry up and accept it!

Lu Siying was also confused by An Yiran's ambiguous words. With his net worth, let alone handsome and capable, even a bald, wretched middle-aged and elderly man, as long as he has money , There will be many people who want to climb into his bed, but if An Yiran is interested in him, he can't read the slightest liking from An Yiran's eyes.

But if it was said that An Yiran just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get on his big boat, then he wouldn't even be willing to hide even a little bit of cover-up except for saying such things.

This actually aroused some interest in Lu Siwei's heart.

"A drop of blood, is that enough?" Seeing An Yiran squeeze out a drop of blood, Lu Siwei let go of his hand, and couldn't help but said, "I have thick blood, just use it."

"Hehe, only those who are incompetent will make you bleed profusely. One drop of blood is enough!" An Yiran smeared the drop of Lu Siying's blood stained by his fingertips on one part of the formation, and then began to issue orders to chase away guests. "Okay, stay away from me, don't let the other party notice your breath, don't dare to do it!"

"puff……"

Yang Ye couldn't help laughing, but as soon as he made a sound, he was startled by Lu Siying's eyes.

Lu Siying gritted his teeth secretly, even if he wanted to treat him as a tool, it didn't have to be so obvious!

An Yiran walked into the smallest magic circle in the middle and stopped, squinting his eyes, a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Dakui Yangming, Taishang Xuanji, listen to my order and return to your seat!"

At the same time, the moment An Yiran finished speaking, in a certain villa in the imperial capital about 200 kilometers away from Anyang Town, a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa sipping tea was startled suddenly, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground On the carpet laid out, those mung bean mouse eyes are wide open!

He got up with a face full of disbelief, quickly grabbed the red box on the table beside him, opened it, and saw a black line appear on the talisman paper stored inside, he couldn't help but choke his breath!

"Someone dares to break my formation and wants to fight with me?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up with a sinister cold light, he sneered, and signaled his disciple to take his sword.

He took the long sword made of copper coins handed by his disciple, walked to the center of the formation where the formation was laid, picked up the spell with the tip of the sword, stepped on the position with his feet, and recited the formula with his mouth, constantly making gestures.

Following the middle-aged man's counterattack, the piece of talisman straightened instantly, and the black lines on it became faintly visible.

On An Yiran's side, she tilted her head, as if she had sensed something, the corner of her mouth curled up slightly, and she took another step forward, standing in the next circle, holding a cinnabar pen and drawing a few simple strokes, "Jiu Yao is going forward , Hundred ghosts obey orders, return to their positions!"

On the other side of the imperial capital, the middle-aged man suddenly felt that there was a gloomy air around him. There were no ghosts, but he felt like he was sinking into a quagmire. The spiritual energy became less and less, and he found it difficult to breathe due to depression.

Seeing that the wind was getting stronger and stronger under his feet, he hurriedly acted again. While doing it, he took a piece of talisman paper and burned it, and then brewed it with water and drank it.

Fu Shui lowered his stomach, and he felt better now.

"Still stubbornly resisting!" An Yiran was delighted. To deal with that kind of person, the more the opponent resisted, the more motivated she would be, so she simply took another step, the seven-star gossip formation, the more powerful the formation would be if she took one step. Strong, she likes this way of making the other party feel the pressure step by step, but unable to resist, making the other party feel that they are being pulled into the abyss of despair, and their will will be destroyed.

Otherwise, what's the fun in wasting her time playing with such small fish and shrimp?

Yang Ye watched as An Yiran would recite an incomprehensible spell every time he took a step, and the color of the blood-red talisman gradually changed from the initial blood-red to the original yellow.

At the same time, with An Yiran's steps, the talisman paper would tremble a little, as if it had its own consciousness and understood what it means to be afraid, it looked extremely strange.

On the other side of the imperial capital, the middle-aged man took a breath and waved his hands: "Call Mr. Liu, I have something to tell him, how can I put in so much effort for such a small amount of money..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something pressing down on the top of his head, and he felt a ghostly aura from it, and there was an unconcealable fear in his eyes.

Kicked the iron plate and hit the hard nail!

The middle-aged man has already noticed that the ability of the opposite celestial master is comparable to him, even worse, and now it is too late to be subdued. There is no way out.

"Damn it, it's a big loss!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, crawled under the table with all his hands and feet, and took out his long-cherished mahogany sword, which was a magic weapon of his clan that had been passed down for hundreds of years.He used all the strength in his body to stab at the top of his head. Seeing the strength above, he paused, and the middle-aged man's eyes showed joy.

However, just as the hope in his heart was ignited, the power suddenly increased several times, as if something was falling straight down. When the mahogany sword broke at the same time, the middle-aged man let out a scream. The right hand twisted unnaturally and was broken.

On An Yiran's side, she had a half-smile expression on her face, and her footsteps still did not stop until she took the seventh step. She tilted her head slightly, as if sensing something, seeing her With this reaction, Yang Ye didn't dare to express his anger.

Lu Siying just stared at An Yiran doing the thing he was most disdainful in the past, seeing An Yiran tilting his head from time to time, the corners of his mouth raised a curve that he didn't even notice.

Obviously the atmosphere is quite tense now, but he feels that the little girl in front of him is quite cute.

Especially when making head tilting movements, it doesn't make people feel that they are pretending to be cute.

After pausing for a few seconds, An Yiran suddenly laughed: "It's really hard to do, you only broke your hand like this, and you dare to fight with my old lady after doing such a vicious deed, how can you do it just by breaking a hand? "

While speaking, An Yiran raised his foot again, stood in the last formation, and stepped on the talisman paper: "The heaven and the earth are natural, and the cave is mysterious. Yin follows the seven souls, and yang follows the three souls. Evil ghosts stop themselves. Six Gengs and Six Xins, evil ghosts divide themselves. Six Rens and Six Guis, evil ghosts are shattered, kill them!"

As soon as An Yiran finished speaking the last two words, a chilly wind suddenly blew up in the whole hall, let alone Yang Ye who was watching, even Liu Wenwen and the fox ghost, who were already ghosts, felt chills , only Lu Siwei, who possessed the aura of purple gold, didn't have too many expressions on his face, and his mood didn't fluctuate much.

An Yiran stood there quietly, her hair was calm and swaying, her dark eyes had a faint smile that was determined to win, coupled with her exquisite face, it seemed that some evil spirit had descended into the world, with an inexplicable evil spirit , seeing Yang Ye, Liu Wenwen and the fox ghost feel fear in their hearts.

On the other hand, Lu Siwei, who was originally the most materialist, had no surprise or fear on his face, and there was a daze in his eyes that no one, including him, noticed when he looked at An Yiran.

An Yiran picked up the talisman, walked up to Lu Siying, who had a decent expression on his face, and asked, "Mr. Lu, do you have a lighter?"

"I don't smoke."

An Yiran: "..."

Seeing that An Yiran's eyes turned to him, Yang Ye shook his head while waving his hands and said, "I quit smoking since I entered the entertainment circle."

"Well, I can't count on you."

An Yiran curled his lips, pinched the magic formula and set the talisman paper on fire.

"Uh..." Looking at An Yiran's behavior, Yang Ye's head was full of black lines, "Master An, you can just use spells, why bother?"

"I won't be tired?"

"Are you OK?"

An Yiran and Lu Siwei said in unison.

Yang Ye and the others only saw the ease with which An Yiran won, but Lu Siwei noticed that there was something wrong with An Yiran's expression and was a little worried.

"It's okay." It's just that I didn't expect that after the rebirth, I would be so dragged down by the evil spirit in the original body. If I didn't have the purple and gold energy, I would really be seriously injured.

An Yiran replied, seeing that the concern in Lu Siwei's eyes did not seem to be fake, he couldn't help but smile with his brows crooked, and joked: "It's just that if Mr. Lu can give me a friendly hug, I will definitely be in a better state than I am now." better."

Lu Siwei: "..."

Yang Ye: Damn, is this a straight ball or not!

Lu Siwei looked directly at An Yiran, and just when An Yiran felt that he wanted to take advantage of the more intimate behavior to absorb more Zijin Qi and failed, he suddenly saw a black shadow enveloping her.

The hug that Lu Siying gave her was very gentlemanly. In the eyes of others, he was hugging An Yiran, but An Yiran, who was the person involved, could feel that Lu Siying's body was very straight , the palms didn't even touch her back, and the front body also kept a close distance from her, and didn't take advantage of her at all.

What a gentleman.

The little devil in An Yiran's heart showed a smile, she was very happy for such an intimate act, the more the better!

"Is it alright?"

Lu Siying's deep voice slowly sounded above An Yiran's head, with a somewhat hoarseness that made people think.

Lu Siwei also couldn't figure it out, obviously hugging An Yiran would satisfy An Yiran's request, and it would be fine if he just let go after hugging him, but why did he have a feeling in his heart that if the other party didn't take the initiative to let go of him, he wouldn't consider it if he didn't open his mouth? Do you take the initiative to let go?

"Yeah, it's alright!"

An Yiran walked out of Lu Siying's embrace with a smile, and made an OK gesture to him.

"Master An, let me ask you a question." Yang Ye raised his hand obediently and asked, "How is the guy who fought with you just now?"

"Oh, I saved his breath and didn't let him die on the spot." An Yiran replied slowly and methodically, "After all, that would be too cheap for him."

"Hiss..." Yang Ye couldn't help but gasped.

"Why, do you still want him to die?" An Yiran looked at him with a half-smile, "I have the ability, but let him feel the backlash of his own sorcery and wait for death in despair, isn't it? Isn't it a more suitable way of death for him?"

Too cruel!

Yang Ye couldn't help shivering, and kept thinking in his heart, offending anyone can't offend An Yiran.

Everyone wants to be hit with one blow, for fear that you will not die, but An Yiran not only wants you to die, but also a death that is worse than life.

"Miss Sister, you can take revenge now, but I believe you should have a better way to take revenge after seeing how I fight with others, right?"

An Yiran looked at Liu Wenwen and smiled brightly.

"Understood." Liu Wenwen, who came back to her senses, nodded, bowed deeply to An Yiran, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Master An, this girl... no, I mean Miss Liu, she won't trouble me again, will she?"

"If you ask me more, why don't you believe me?"

"No, no, no, I trust you very much, I am talking too much!" Yang Ye was afraid of offending An Yiran, so in order to make up for his "slip of the tongue", he even gave himself a big slap in the face.

"Little fox, you stay here to watch the night, I will pick you up tomorrow."

An Yiran yawned, ready to say goodbye to Lu Siwei and Yang Ye, and told Xu Qing to go back and rest.