Quick Time Travel: My 72 Girlfriend

The king of Yuan was lustful, and the harem had to have beauties all the time, and Xiao Ji was one of them.Although Qian Moyang lived in Qianmo's yin and yang house isolated from the world for a long time, he also knew Xiao Ji's name, so the king personally sent a warrior to ask her to treat this beauty, which shows that King Yuan loved her Plus.

But it's just love and affection.

Because Xiao Ji's father entrusted her to Xiaodi, a place rich in Xiao bamboo, this beloved concubine is very fond of bamboo Xiao, bamboo flute, and other musical instruments. Even the front of the palace where she lives has planted a lot of Xiao bamboo. The leaves are drooping, and a lush clump covers the front of the palace, hiding a few strands of pale yellow lights jumping out of the palace. Unknowing outsiders look like a place where ghosts live, so they just walk to the front of the palace and walk away from there. There was still some way to go in the bamboo forest, and the waiter refused to take Qian Moyang any further.

"Sir, the front is where Xiao Ji lives, and the villain has other work to do, this..."

Seeing that his face was pale, Qian Moyang knew that he was afraid, so he didn't force it, so he smiled and said to him, "You go, it doesn't matter. I will go in by myself."

"Oh, good good good good good good good good good good good!" The little servant ran away as if he was being chased by some dirty thing.Seeing his distressed appearance, Qian Moyang couldn't help shaking his head with a broken smile, glanced at the majestic palace in front of him, and stepped in without hesitation.

Walking on the clean stairs, there is sad and mournful music coming from the shadowed inner house, Qian Mo stopped and listened carefully, it was Hu Xian's voice.

The bamboo grove outside the house seemed to have sensed that someone was coming. The bamboo leaves collided and made a rustling sound to remind the people in the house. After scratching, a shrill and hoarse voice rang out in an instant, scratching the fingernails on a sharp weapon made people feel unhappy, "Who is it?!"

"In front of the self-reported house, shouldn't your Excellency be the prophet to announce your name?"

"Haha, name? I'm so old that I don't know my name!" These words were accompanied by bursts of screams, and several sharp long arrows formed by the condensation of soul energy were fired at once. In a flash, a thin woman with disheveled hair appeared in front of Qian Moyang with a smile.

Shocked by the strong soul energy, Qian Moyang was in a state of confusion, his throat was fishy and sweet, and a mouthful of blood was contained in his mouth.

Knowing that the other party's spiritual power is not inferior to his own, Qian Moyang quickly used his spiritual power to protect his heart and soul, while looking at the woman forced to smile, "Since you know that you are old, why bother with a young girl so much? Judging from your voice, I am afraid that you are not a young girl like this girl, right? A male ghost who has been dead for hundreds of years is pestering a young girl, do you really want to be praised?"

"Hey hey hey hey, little exorcist, I don't take aggressive methods. Besides, before accusing me, I advise you to go back and get a good sleep. Tsk tsk, your face is pale, and your eyes are a little swollen, but your body is swollen. The spring water is as full of spiritual energy, even if the young man has good physical strength, he can't resist the night and night."

His words exposed Qian Moyang's hidden thoughts in his heart. She was as embarrassed as a fig leaf being torn off, and instantly made her face cold, "It's not good to be a ghost and care about other people's private affairs!"

After the words fell, pieces of bellflower petals flew towards the source of the sound like a gust of wind blowing white snow, and there was a crackling sound in the air, Qian Mo stood there with a cold face, motionless.

"Pujiri?! You are from the Qianmo family? What is your relationship with Qianmo Zhiyu?!"

"Your Excellency is already so old, it is really rare to recognize me as a member of Qianmo's family. But from what you said, it seems that my ancestors are not so friendly to you."

"Friendly? Hahahahahaha! Joke! Qianmo's family, Qianmo's family, Qianmo Zhiyu! I have waited for so many years, and finally I have your descendant! Back then you killed my entire family, today, I will kill your inheritance!" screamed Then, the woman's purple face rushed forward, because the ghost was attached to her body, Qian Moyang did not dare to use spiritual power on her directly in order to protect her, so he had no choice but to dodge left and right, Relying on her flexibility, she barely escaped her attack.

"What kind of deep hatred does your Excellency have with your ancestors, and you must drive them all to death?!"

Dodging another blow narrowly, Qian Moyang said coldly, "I thought it was very easy for you to form a soul body, and it was hard and difficult, so Qian Moyang didn't want to be entangled with you, but if you continue to be so merciless , don’t blame Qian Moyang’s subordinates for being ruthless!”

Seeing that Qian Moyang was just avoiding blindly, the soul body predicted that her spiritual power would not continue, and she didn't take her threat at all, but attached to Xiao Ji's body, it showed her original face, which should be It was a pity that all the facial features were lost and even the teeth were smashed to pieces on such a feminine and handsome face. His laughter coming from such a face at this moment was unavoidably creepy. "Quack, quack, quack, Qianmoyang? You are clearly a girl, so you can be called this name? Qianmo's family's spiritual arts have never been handed down to females. If Qianmo Zhiyu knew, the descendant who inherited his spiritual power turned out to be a woman, I don't know Will you come alive from anger?"

"Your Excellency knows too much!"

Qian Moyang's eyes flashed, his hands flew around quickly, he muttered a word, and made a formula, and in an instant, her whole body was surrounded by burning blue flames, Qian Moyang looked at the ugly soul body, and smiled, "Just because of your words, it seems that Qian Moyang has no choice but to eliminate harm for the people."

"Li Huo! Who taught you this, and how did you learn it! Say it, say it!"

That soul body was not as terrified as ordinary souls when they saw Lihuo burning in her palms. On the contrary, when Qian Moyang chanted the formula for the first time, he was a little uneasy. , I don't even want the physical body I'm attached to, and I just use the state of the soul body to rush towards Qian Moyang with teeth and claws. While questioning Qian Moyang's origin of Lihuo loudly, blood and tears flowed from his eyes. Flowing out from the hollow black eyeholes infected the bamboo leaves, making a more shrill rustling sound.

Seeing the soul body swell several times in an instant and rush towards him, Qian Moyang didn't panic, but kept chanting formulas to direct the Lihuo all over his body to burn towards the soul body. Being restrained by Li Huo, even though the soul body has been cultivated for a hundred years, it is still a soul body. When seeing Li Huo, it can only run away screaming.

"Ahhh!"

There is nothing sadder in this world than dying under something you are familiar with.Just like the snake keeper was bitten to death by a snake, and the beekeeper was stung to death by a wasp, the soul now sees Qian Moyang manipulating the most proud spiritual art in his life, and the sadness and hatred in his heart deepens.Chased by Li Huo in embarrassment, the eye sockets of the soul body that were still bleeding instantly turned red, like a red lantern burned with charcoal, and fled back to Xiao Ji's body to hide, looking at Qian Mo Yang's eyes were full of murderous intent, "The shameless little thief of the Qianmo family dared to steal my Beiteng family's spiritual skills. I haven't asked you to settle the account of your ancestors who slaughtered me. Now it's good. The two together are enough." You died ten thousand times!"

After finishing speaking, the bamboo leaves behind Qian Moyang instantly shot out from the strings and shot straight at her. Qian Moyang twirled his eyebrows, summoned an enchantment to protect himself, and wiped out all the murderous bamboo leaves. blocked back.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Powerful, he knew that he would definitely not be able to kill her today, but if he just let her go like this, he would not be reconciled, seeing the burning coals in Qian Moyang's eyes getting hotter and hotter, gradually an idea came to his mind.

"Qianmo Zhiyu, even if I can't slaughter all your descendants, even if I kill one person, it can be regarded as the good fortune of my kito Qiji!"

Hearing what he said, Qian Moyang didn't know well. Sure enough, he saw that his soul body was getting taller and bigger. In the body, the surrounding things were covered with a layer of frost, even Qian Moyang stood there, and there was hoarfrost on his eyebrows and hair.

"No, he's going to die with me!" Qian Mo narrowed his eyes and pupils, seeing that he was going to pour all the yin energy into one place, and kill her when the yin energy exploded to the extreme, threatening his life , Qian Moyang subconsciously used all his spiritual power, sacrificed the pure and powerful Lihuo that he had refined for several years, and threw it towards the soul body with all his strength at the moment when the soul body was fully condensed. , Like lighting a fire bamboo, the soul crackled and burned all over.

"Ah...Qianmo Zhiyu, you will die!" Burned by the fierce fire, the soul body trembled with pain, the fear of dying again and the pain in his body that was already turned into ashes made him already on the ground After several rolls, red eyes looked at Qian Moyang, who was watching coldly, and in a daze, he regarded her as an enemy he had hated for hundreds of years, and roared, "Qianmo Zhiyu, you owe me the Beiteng family Yes, I will return it sooner or later, and even if my soul flies away, I will definitely curse your Qianmo family for a bad death and a good death for every generation!"

The sound of burning flames echoed in the always quiet Qing Palace with the shrill screams of the ghost. Qian Mo frowned and sneered and threw a barrier to isolate the sound from the outside world. He watched the ghost turn into ashes inch by inch with his own eyes. Turned into liquid droplets, and then dried by the fire, leaving no trace.

The burning smell of Lihuo remained in the air, Qian Moyang looked at the place where the smoke was rising from Kongzi, and lowered his eyes, "After all, you should be regarded as half of my master, but because of your identity, You will have to die. Kitaji, don't blame me for being cruel."

Standing in place for a while, Qian Moyang felt his feet numb, moved a bit and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he heard a groan, and then heard a crisp voice, "My lord, please stay."

Qian Mo continued to walk forward without looking back.

But the voice behind her has been following her closely, chasing her and asking, "My lord, is this Qianmo Yang, the son of Guanghua from Qianmo's family?"

Stopping in his tracks, Qian Moyang was suddenly curious about how a woman in the deep palace knew her name, so she turned around, looked at her, raised her eyebrows lazily and said, "How do you know my name?"