I have a portable prison

The woman's face finally softened, Ming Mingjing tightened her embrace as if wanting to keep her, but in the next second, the remaining soul in her hand disappeared.

A strong vitality was stripped from Li Gui's body, and returned to Ming Mingjing's body in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Qiqiu watched the body lying on the bed resume normal breathing. Although his face was still a little pale, he already exuded the aura of a living person. As long as the domineering spiritual root resumes functioning, tomorrow morning, Bright Mirror will be no different from usual Well, at least on the outside it doesn't look any different.

Mingming Jing knelt on the spot motionless with his head bowed, Zhao Qiqiu's words still echoed in Zhao Qiqiu's ears.

After such a long time, he had already determined that Mingmingjing was Mingminglou, but when it really happened, he was still a little dazed.

Indeed, with the current state of Mingming, there is no reason to deliberately change the name. The same incident should have happened in the previous life, but it can be traced back to the source. The bright mirror in the previous life did not meet him, and he would not have this knife that can cover up his breath, let alone himself. The "professional skills" taught him, even if tragedy happens, will never develop to the tragic state it is today.

Glancing at the young man who was still dazed at his feet, Zhao Qiqiu thought in a trance, what was the purpose of teaching him, why can't I remember it, is it because I completely played off and had selective amnesia?

After the crisis passed, Zhao Qiqiu really felt a little dry mouth.

Ming Mingjing still couldn't raise his head, but waves of murderous aura came from him.In the soul state, he had murderous intentions, and the aura was as real as it was, cold and biting.

Zhao Qiqiu had made enough mental preparations, but he never expected that the bright mirror didn't move, but the murderous aura seemed to have no end, and it became more and more intense in the small space.Zhao Qiqiu's face turned dark.

What does this kid mean, he has survived, and he can still forcefully develop his soul in the direction of evil spirits? !

Over there, Mingliang no longer knew what he was doing, but felt severe physical and mental pain, and his mind was full of the previous scene, as well as the ensuing fear, anger, extreme loneliness and coldness.

After the spiritual energy restarted, he seemed to have everything again, but it turned out to be just an illusion.

Chewing on the remaining rationality, Ming Mingjing finally slowly raised his gaze, revealing a pair of eyes that were gradually blood red.

A big hand slammed down on the top of the head, and the voice that once made him greedy said calmly: "You are not qualified to become that kind of thing, go back."

Do not! !

Ming Ming's eyes were about to split open, and after a moment of dizziness, he returned to his physical body again.The strong sense of weakness in his limbs and bones made him open his mouth involuntarily, panting instinctively as if he was drowning on the shore.

In a hazy state of consciousness, someone lifted his finger, and he trembled with gratitude at the cold touch. As Ming Mingjing's gaze shook, the coolness on his fingertips had left, replaced by a strong warm current, which spread from his fingertips and spread all over the place. whole body.

When he came back to his senses, most of the weakness faded away, and a touch of gold appeared in his lowered vision, as if he could not refuse, a thin golden ring was worn on his little finger, and the force of strict discipline was faintly transmitted from it .

Ming Mingjing's pupils tightened suddenly, looking at the familiar golden ring on his finger.The same thing, he had seen it on the scavenger, he had seen it on the parrot, he had seen it on the mandrill ghost, and now it happened to him.

His ears were buzzing, thinking of the helplessness and grief he felt when he was imprisoned by the ring just now, hostility once again appeared on Ming Mingjing's face, and he suddenly turned over and sat up, not noticing that he had recovered his strength.

A huge force hit, Zhao Qiqiu's arm hurt, and the evil-proofing long knife in his hand was taken away in an instant, a white light flashed, and a scorching and piercing breath approached his neck in turn.

Mingming Jing's strength deduces the turns of Feng Shui, which is really amazing. If he closes his eyes, Zhao Qiqiu can't tell whether his opponent is the young man in front of him or the lunatics he has seen before.

In Mingming's eyes, it was as if a fire was burning, completely reckless about the consequences.Fortunately, Zhao Qiqiu also knew that he had offended him terribly, so if he changed himself, working hard is just a normal operation.

Zhao Qiqiu moved calmly. According to common sense, the knife would not be able to hurt him, but when the strong wind came, Zhao Qiqiu's heart trembled, and he shouted shit in his heart.

As if the evil force was returning, he couldn't lift his hand.

In an emergency, the situation in the room suddenly changed, like entering a cold day, a bone-piercing chill poured down on his head, Ming Mingjing's movements changed from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet, no matter how hard he tried, the knife in his hand could not move forward an inch .

The breath turned into clouds of white mist, and such sarcasm appeared on the bright mirror, as if he knew that he could not hurt the person in front of him.And different from the coldness of the outside world, the ring that was freshly worn on his hand radiated bursts of scorching heat, as if warning him not to make a move on the one in front of him.

And the young man in front of him, his expression didn't change at all from the beginning to the end, he looked at himself as if he was watching a joke——

"High officials,"

Ming Ming was taken aback.

A somewhat familiar female voice with an unfamiliar tone said quietly: "The high officials should listen to Si Niang and rest at home."

As the erratic voice gradually approached, the temperature from Ming Mingjing's fingertips became hotter and hotter.

Ming Mingjing still couldn't move at all, but it was different from when he was bound by the golden ring before, the force that suppressed him now was extremely cold, even his bones were freezing and painful.

The woman continued: "If something goes wrong with the high officials, who will chant sutras for my concubine in the future?"

In the end, the voice became murky and gloomy. Bright Mirror clearly felt that there seemed to be an extremely terrifying thing approaching him little by little behind him, and it was eating away at the little heat left in his body.

Suddenly, the man in front of him said, "Si Niang."

As the voice fell, the surroundings became dead silent, and the air seemed to freeze.

The eyes of the young man in front of him fell behind the bright mirror, as if he was looking at someone or something. After a while, the surroundings suddenly warmed up, leaving only a trace of cold wind.

Wang Siniang restrained herself deliberately. As a living person, Bright Mirror should not feel threatened, but Zhao Qiqiu was already being punished by the prison. It was shallow, but his eyes were still darkened, and his soul body, which had no blessings, was two layers thinner.

Wang Siniang let out a miserable cry, and wailed, "Your official!"

Zhao Qiqiu: "Don't come here..." I can't afford to provoke you, I really can't afford to provoke you.

Bright Mirror has not been lifted from the ban, but it is obvious that the heat from the ring between his fingers has completely disappeared.

So...was this thing warning him, not... threatening him?

Although the female ghost did not step forward after hearing Zhao Qiqiu's words, a silky and gorgeous wide sleeve, with only slender fingertips exposed, stretched out from the bright mirror's ear.

The frail fingertips protruding from the sleeves moved slowly, but it looked completely thrilling.

In the next second, it lightly landed on the knife surface not far from Zhao Qiqiu, like a drop of water from a high place falling into a deep pool, the ghost energy shattered and splashed in all directions, and in an instant there was only the sound of overwhelmed by the click, the knife could clearly The long knife used to ward off evil and exorcise ghosts fell to the ground.

At the same time, Mingming Jing loosened his body, but for some reason, he didn't continue to attack Zhao Qiqiu, but just looked at his hand wearing the gold ring with an inexplicable expression.

After such a thing happened, he still wanted to use this... to protect himself? !

Ming Xianjing sneered, seeing that there was only a thin corner of the handle of the knife in his hand, he cut it towards his little finger without saying a word!

Zhao Qiqiu had no doubts about the ruthlessness of that force, as long as the blade touched it, the finger would cut it off [-]% with brute force.

Fortunately, at this time, the golden light suddenly appeared, and there was another crisp sound, and the only thin piece left on the handle of the knife was completely reduced to powder.

Ming Xianjing stared gloomyly at the flawless thin ring, looked at Zhao Qiqiu and said, "What do you mean, you won't tell me, I will be your servant from now on?" out.

The air was quiet for a few more seconds, Wang Siniang was still standing behind the bright mirror, she was disappointed when she saw that the fingers could not be chopped off, and she received Zhao Qiqiu's warning gaze again, she rolled her eyes sadly.

Zhao Qiqiu thought: emmm...may I consider it?

It took a long time for Zhao Qiqiu to overcome the evil thoughts and regain his voice: "After three months, the ring will disappear automatically—— within three months, your living soul can no longer leave your body, as a punishment for you."

Compared with protection, Xianming now obviously prefers the word punishment.

Zhao Qiqiu can also see that Mingming Jing likes the "activities" at night after his soul is separated from his body. Now, asking him to sleep at home honestly, isn't it punishment for Mingmingjing?

Ming Mingjing didn't answer for some reason.

Now that he has played off, Zhao Qiqiu didn't want to irritate the child any more, and was about to leave when he heard Xianming Jing say: "Wait a minute."

Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help but pause, but Mingming Jing just said again: "Wait a minute."

Following his line of sight, Zhao Qiqiu suddenly realized what he was looking at, moved his palm slightly, shrank back, and avoided the other party's gaze.

But the burnt blackened palm of the young man had entered Ming Mingjing's eyes, as if a basin of cold water was being poured on his head, and the flame in his heart seemed to be extinguished quite a bit.

He hadn't noticed before that the state of the young man is indeed a bit different today, nothing can be seen on that masked face, but Ming Mingjing gradually realized that the soul of the young man in front of him really seemed to be a little... weak?

Combined with the female ghost's words, I'm afraid that something happened to the young man today, which hurt his soul, otherwise he wouldn't be "resting at home".

The young man's hand holding the saber kept flashing in front of Xianming Jing's eyes. The opponent might crack the talisman on the saber when he came, but if it was normal, even if the saber wasn't neutralized by the talisman, it wouldn't be able to hurt him. , unless he is already so weak that he can't even resist this knife.

That person...was injured?

Will he get hurt too?

Ming Mingjing's expression changed several times, but in the end, he closed his mouth with a gloomy expression.

Seeing that he had noticed something, Zhao Qiqiu changed his mind and said, "If you want revenge in the future, today is your only chance."

"High officials!"

Wang Siniang was startled.

At this moment, Mingliang looked at Zhao Qiqiu in a daze.

Zhao Qiqiu glanced at the baseball bat in the corner of the bedroom.

"What I said is true," Zhao Qiqiu said, "Because I never..."

"Don't tell lies." Mingming Jing continued, his expression distorted, unable to tell whether it was hatred or sadness.

In the end, Mingming mirror said in a hoarse voice, "Go out."

Zhao Qiqiu sighed inwardly, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He had a little understanding of the answer. After all, Mingming Jing was only tough on the outside.

After leaving Xian's house, before Zhao Qiqiu shivered and asked Wang Siniang to stay away from him, a huge amount of merit poured in from all directions, drowning Zhao Qiqiu.

Zhao Qiqiu's soul couldn't help but stop in mid-air, quietly feeling the merits pouring into his soul several times more than before.

Once again, even though he had gained so much merit, he still didn't feel much happiness. What a ghost.