Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Suddenly the scent of sandalwood wafted over.

A force gently supported her sliding body.

Du Manzhi managed to raise his face and met a pair of clear and quiet eyes.

He didn't wear a hat, maybe he had just taken a shower before going out. His long dark hair was swaying gently in the evening breeze, making his face look like white jade that could break at the touch of a touch.

beautiful! powerful! Feeling of brokenness!

It has to be said that the nine-thousand-year-old character is worth a lot of XP.

Her little heart skipped a beat.

Beauty mistook me!

"How are you?" The nine-thousand-year-old's eyes fell on her sleeves which were slowly seeped by blood.

She cut it herself.

The purpose is to use her blood to establish a connection with the paper man.

"Okay……"

When he frowned slightly, she changed her words decisively and said honestly: "I'm a little dizzy."

The original body was malnourished for a long time and had a poor foundation. Anemia was inevitable.

But after she passed through, she lost her cultivation. In the past, things that could be solved by chanting mantras and doing fingerprints now required bloodletting, which further aggravated the symptoms of anemia.

"This place is not clean. You go find someone from the medicine hall to bandage it."

Jiu Qiansui moved quickly and tapped several acupuncture points on her body. The bleeding speed of the wounds slowed down significantly.

"Wow."

Du Manzhi planned to blow a wave of rainbow farts based on his acupuncture technique, and at the same time boasted about the profound and profound Chinese medical skills, but a small piece of something was stuffed in his mouth.

She took a sip subconsciously.

It is soft, glutinous and sweet, with finely divided hard objects, fresh osmanthus honey and sweet rice aroma. It should be honey steamed rice cake sprinkled with dried osmanthus.

She chewed the rice cake, and her eyes searched for the oil paper bag he was holding in his other hand——

Shock! The villain carries snacks with him!

Sweet!

The image of the cold-blooded BOSS fell unconsciously.

Du Manzhi chewed quickly to replenish his strength and felt puzzled.

Ancient people also knew that people with anemia and dizziness should take sugar supplements?

"Take it." He mistakenly thought that she hadn't eaten enough, so he put the whole bag of rice cakes into her hand.

"..."

Du Manzhi decided to show his loyalty hypocritically: "Thank you, Lord Governor, for your appreciation!"

She vaguely felt that he rolled his eyes at her when he turned around. Ah, could he tell that she was perfunctory?

"As expected of you, the men he likes are all different." Qin Feng floated to the side curiously.

His seduction rope was stretched into a straight line, and the other end was tied to a thin old man with dull eyes.

The latter was dragged along lightly, like a demented old dog.

Du Manzhi tilted his head: "...who is this?"

Nine Thousand Years Old: "Huh?"

Qin Feng: "I've never seen this man before. Take him back for interrogation. When I went in, he was crying for his son. He hated me so much that he only became honest after I sucked his soul out. Look again, does he look familiar? ?”

She took a closer look.

The thin old man had a big face, a big head, short legs, and surprisingly long arms.

They just encountered a case of this obviously disproportionate figure tonight.

"Similar, so similar!" She nodded crazily.

Qin Feng burned a male ghost in the bamboo house. Judging from the appearance, the male ghost should have been in his twenties when he died.

The old man was unshaven and looked to be in his fifties or sixties.

However, middle- and lower-class men in ancient times generally looked older, and his real age was probably in his thirties or forties.

Exactly two generations.

Appearance, age, and the time difference between crying souls all match.

Therefore, the crippled slave ghost who sucked Miss Yan's essence is probably the son of the skinny old man in front of him!

The father and son jointly committed the crime, one was shot dead on the spot and the other was taken back for interrogation.

In theory, this should be the end of the matter.

Qin Feng reminded her: "There are a lot of things around him. You should take the time to take a look. This guy is in the same profession as you."

Jiu Qiansui saw her nodding to the air around her and understood: "Are you talking to a friend?"

"Correct."

The fragrance of pastries still lingered between Du Man's branches, and she couldn't eat for free. She generously opened her sleeves and pretended to dip them in blood for him.

Nine Thousand Years Old's eyes were very resistant.

She asked, "Would you like to say hello to them?"

He hesitated and said, "Yeah."

Maybe it was the moonlight that was sultry, maybe it was the person who was so stunning, or maybe tonight's villain was extraordinarily approachable, or maybe the two ghost friends next to her gave her courage...

Du Manzhi came up with a bold idea!

She put her sleeves back.

In his doubtful eyes, she lowered her hand, and using the cover of her long sleeves, she sneaked her slender fingers into his sleeves and caught his little finger!

The blood was bouncing in the pipes, and the two waves coming from them were vaguely merging into one.

Thump, thump.

It's hard to describe her motivations and mentality. It was probably her lust that overcame her reason.

She suddenly understood the mood of the female fans in the live broadcast room.

I just want to stick with the beauty!

……

In the book, Jiu Qiansui has the most powerful man in the world, so there is no way he can't avoid her sudden attack.

But he had no intention of hiding at all, he just looked at her silently with puzzled eyes.

"you……"

Du Manzhi quickly interrupted him: "Stop talking and look up!"

Qin Feng watched her little moves and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, as expected of you!"

Mo Fengchun pulled his partner behind with a dark face and looked at Jiu Qiansui calmly.

Nine Thousand Years Old saw two impermanences at first sight, which was very strange.

Then she pointed at the thin old man behind her and asked the same question as before: "Who is this?"

Qin Feng opened his mouth and caught a glimpse of the bulge under their sleeves. He winked again and said hahaha.

Nine Thousand Years Old: "..."

Du Manzhi: "..."

It is our duty to maintain the image of civil servants in the underworld! On the left is his partner and on the right is the criminal. Mo Fengchun grabbed one with one hand and did it neatly.

"Farewell."

After the flying sand and rocks, the three figures disappeared without a trace.

Under the nine-thousand-year-old's half-smiling gaze, Du Manzhi silently took his hand back.

"Actually, I think..."

He hummed, his eyes almost writing:

You go on making it up, I'm listening.

"Um... Actually, you don't have to use my blood to open your eyes. Physical contact is also fine.

"You are so beautiful and clean. As for me, I just came out and was covered in dust. It would be a pity to get blood all over you... right?"

She wiped her hands before holding him!

It was okay if she didn't explain. She didn't know which part of his body she had touched with her nonsense, and the other party's attitude obviously turned cold.

"Humph."

Walk away.

Du Manzhi:? ? ?

……

The Mirage members were the last to enter.

The one in front was indeed Du Manzhi's favorite Gu Master.

Others also know that he has real abilities, and they vaguely regard him as the leader.

They splashed all kinds of strange materials in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, sang and danced, and it was much more lively than the Chinese New Year talent show.

It looks bluffing, but it's actually useless.

Du Manzhi sat on the high wall and watched their fuss, while giving the Gu Master a polite smile.

The Gu Master jumped up to the gatehouse and asked her in unskilled Mandarin: "Are you new here? Why don't you go down?"

There seemed to be no malice, he was young, and his eyes fit the clear and silly tone mentioned in the popular video.

But she didn't like being in close contact with this Gu Master.

I always felt that the aura on him was not very appealing.

She doesn't like bugs that much either, so she might as well play with her ghost friends.

"Yeah, I came up from there."

Du Manzhi pointed to the roof of the stable where he was standing before, showing off the dagger corroded by the blood of the female monkey, and deliberately amplified the volume.

"It's a pity that this magic weapon was given to me by a very important person! If I hadn't carried it with me, my life would have been lost among the corpses."

Jiu Qiansui stood not far away and watched the situation below, the tips of his ears twitching slightly.

He heard it.

Du Manzhi compared herself to herself.

Take credit, suffer misfortune, achieve!

Show loyalty, get close, and the plan will work!

Having said that, the Lord Governor must not forget her contribution to the cause.

It would be better if she could send someone to help her repair this useful dagger.

"Report - the corpse has been removed, please give the order, Lord Governor!"

Nine thousand years old gently flicked his sleeves.

The back door of Yan's house collapsed to the ground.

He found Du Manzhi on the wall and said, "Master Du Tian, ​​please lead the way."