Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Jiang Wuqi hugged Feng Rugui horizontally, looked at the turbid swamp under his feet, tipped his toes, and wanted to go to the nearby forest.

But the mountain forest didn't want him to get close to Feng Rugui at all, and retreated hastily, no matter how fast he used his movements, he couldn't catch up.

"Song Han" stood on the top of an old pine tree, stared down at one ghost and said with a coquettish smile, "Farewell."

As the words fell to the ground, countless vines with the thickness of an adult's arm climbed up from the bottom of the swamp, caressing the double beam shoes on Jiang Wuqi's feet, with slow movements, as if they were teasing the prey that had already been caught.

Jiang Wuqi simply used it as a stepping stone, but in an instant, more vines entangled up.

He froze, and with a sweep of the dust whisk in his hand, all the vines were cut in two, and black snakes floated on the surface of the swamp like black snakes, strange and terrifying.

The vines never stopped dying, but after a while, they climbed onto Jiang Wuqi's feet again, pulling them hard.

Ahead is an inaccessible mountain forest, a bottomless swamp is beneath the feet, and the vines are even more difficult to entangle, what should I do?

Jiang Wuqi's ankle was pulled by the vines, and most of it sank into the swamp. He chopped off the vines with the whisk vigorously, while thinking hard about the countermeasures.

The five senses were controlled by ghost energy, but Feng Rugui seemed to be aware of the situation he and Jiang Wuqi were in. He slightly raised his head, his eyes were scarlet, and he said with difficulty, "Let me kill that wormwood demon." stop."

His eyes couldn't focus, he thought he was looking in the direction of Jiang Wuqi, but he didn't know that what he was looking at was the swamp behind Jiang Wuqi, and his voice was also very vague, as if his tongue had been cut off.

Jiang Wuqi didn't know why Feng Rugui's body would be so weak within a cup of tea that he couldn't even see with both eyes. He couldn't help tightening his hands holding Feng Rugui, and said after a long while: "How are you doing now? It can kill people, not to mention, the wormwood grass demon hides in Song Han's body and refuses to come out, if you want to kill her, you have to kill Song Han, Song Han is innocent and cannot be killed."

Feng Rugui couldn't hear Jiang Wuqi's response, so he said inarticulately: "After I kill that wormwood demon, you can go out. As for me, you can just leave me here."

After he finished speaking, he was about to get out of Jiang Wuqi's arms, but Jiang Wuqi clasped his waist tightly and couldn't move.

He had no strength, but he was struggling desperately. Compared to Jiang Wuqi, his struggle was not as good as that of a three-year-old child.

"Pindao will never leave you here alone." Jiang Wuqi reminded, "Feng Rugui, don't move around, and be careful not to get hurt. There are vines growing under this swamp, and the vines have surrounded you and the poor .”

Feng Rugui seemed to have never heard of it, and struggled endlessly, even sending his hands towards the approaching vines while struggling. If Jiang Wuqi hadn't cut off the vines in time, Xu Feng Rugui's hands would have been broken off by the vines.

Feng Rugui struggled for a while, then suddenly coughed lightly, and opened his mouth when he calmed down, but even though his eyes were filled with tears, he couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing this, Jiang Wuqi knew that Feng Rugui was speechless.

Jiang Wuqi thought and Shicai himself had a conversation with Feng Rugui, and suddenly realized that Feng Rugui might be deaf.

The ghost aura in Feng Rugui's body was much stronger than before. Feng Rugui's blindness, loss of voice, and deafness had something to do with this ghost aura?

While Jiang Wuqi was thinking, Feng Rugui's struggle became weaker and weaker, but never stopped, Jiang Wuqi was afraid that Feng Rugui would be injured, so he lowered his head, kissed Feng Rugui's forehead, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Feng Rugui couldn't perceive Jiang Wuqi's kiss, and didn't even know that Jiang Wuqi was talking to him. His eyes were blank, and he blinked vigorously, but he still couldn't see anything clearly, only the ghost energy in his body was flying around.

——This Taoist priest is so delicious, how about tearing him apart?

——No, no, I don’t want to eat Jiang Wuqi...

——If you don’t eat Jiang Wuqi, you will always be in nothingness. Do you really not eat it?

--don't want……

Jiang Wuqi struck Feng Rugui on the back of the neck with one hand, and Feng Rugui passed out immediately, lying limply in Jiang Wuqi's arms.

Jiang Wuqi saw the tears at the end of Feng Rugui's eyes, and wiped them away with trembling hands, before he concentrated on dealing with those vines.

Not long after, all the vines were at most one inch long, but they still kept attacking Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi.

For the sake of Feng Rugui's comprehensiveness, Jiang Wuqi protected him with his body, and after about an hour, he was injured in dozens of places all over his body. On the other hand, Feng Rugui was barely intact except for his hands.

Suddenly, all the acupuncture points on Jiang Wuqi's body were hit in unison. Even though he had practiced for many years, he still couldn't resist. The whisk in his hand slipped from his palm, and immediately fell into the swamp, where he was no longer visible. After a few strokes, it finally sank into the swamp along with the whisk.

But in a blink of an eye, all the blue-colored soft material disappeared, but the fiery-red silk had to move slowly, until after the blue-blue soft material sank, the face of the owner of the fiery-red silk was still up and down on the surface of the swamp for a while.

But it didn't take long for the two colors of clothing to be swallowed up by the swamp.

"Song Han" stood on the top of the old pine, stared at the swamp for nearly half an hour, and then walked towards the place where Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi disappeared.

Her mana is not strong, far inferior to Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi, but as a wormwood demon, she is good at illusion, as long as she is in her illusion, she feels that she is omnipotent.

Her toes were on the vines, and the vines kissed her feet affectionately, as if kissing the supreme lover, humble and cautious.

She moved her lips and teeth slightly, and suddenly, the sky was bright, and the swamp was clearly illuminated by the dazzling sunlight.

She looked around, but there was no sign of Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi, did they really sink to the bottom of this swamp?

Before seeing the corpse, she didn't dare to be careless at all, and whispered to the vines: "Bring up the corpses of those two people."

The vines obeyed, kissed her feet reluctantly, and then dived into the swamp one after another.

Before the vines could float up, another voice suddenly sounded: "Are you looking for the way of poverty and Feng Rugui?"

She suddenly followed the reputation, and saw Jiang Wuqi standing under a ginkgo tree holding the unconscious Feng Rugui, covered in muddy water, it could be seen that they had indeed sunk into the swamp just now, but it was just a play to deceive her .

She was out of breath, turned over her clothes, and the thousands of plants and trees behind Jiang Wuqi actually came to life, and walked towards Jiang Wuqi with their teeth and claws open.

At the same time, the place where "Song Han" was standing gave out a faint ray of light, which rushed into "Song Han's" eyes, ears, mouth and nose, forcing "Song Han" to be full of pain, and he clenched his teeth. So as not to escape the pain.

Not long after, "Song Han" fell down on the swamp in pain, his body was supported by vines, but the corpse of Song Han's husband suddenly appeared in front of "Song Han".

The corpse was holding a tablet with the five characters "Wife Song Han Weeping Standing" engraved on the tablet.

Seeing this, Song Han, who was pressed deep in her body, suddenly remembered that day... that day, when she woke up from her sleep, she saw a dagger in her hand, and the tip of the dagger sank into her husband's chest. Her heart, her husband's heart was full of blood, but with a smile on her face, she seemed to be able to hear her husband talking to her tenderly: "Song Han, my little Song Han, how are you doing today? Is the child in your womb alive?" Trouble you? I will return home earlier next time, so don't be angry with me. "

At that time, she cried a lot, and half-delayedly buried her husband's body, and erected a monument.

Then, she spent an unknown amount of time in a daze, even having to be fed by her youngest son, before she finally forgot that her husband was killed by her as she wished.

She only remembered that her husband had gone away, and she wanted to guard the house until he came back.

After a long time, Jiang Wuqi fought and retreated, seeing the 01:30 transparent soul floating from the top of "Songhan"'s head, he immediately flew away.

The surrounding vegetation gradually receded, and the swamp disappeared. Feng Rugui, Jiang Wuqi and "Songhan" returned to the hall of the ghost house.

The soul on the top of Song Han's head was unwilling to be expelled, and wanted to drill in again. Jiang Wuqi lightly touched it with his fingertips, and that soul couldn't get into Song Han's body no matter what.

"You..." The soul turned to run away, but Jiang Wuqi's dust whisk blocked her way.

She lost her body to rely on, and her soul was far from recovering from the thunder disaster. How could she control the whisk, she had to be captured without a fight.

Jiang Wuqi deliberately made the wormwood demon think that he was defeated by the vines, and fell into the swamp together with Feng Rugui. He concluded that the wormwood demon would come to see their life and death with his own eyes, so he drew a painting on the place where they fell. This spell can temporarily make the caster uneasy and unable to use mana.

The absinth wormwood demon should have practiced for hundreds of years and was good at illusion, so it was not easy to deal with, but now it is hiding in Song Han's body, obviously it has nothing but illusion, and this illusion has no physical body to rely on, so it casts it Terrible, if this is the case, then it is only necessary to force her out of Song Han's body.

Sure enough, as he expected.

Jiang Wuqi carried Feng Rugui in his arms and walked to the wormwood grass demon, "What else do you want to say?"

The wormwood grass demon looked up at Jiang Wuqi, smiled and said, "Master Daoist, are you going to kill me?"

Jiang Wuqi said with compassion, "If the poor Taoist doesn't kill you, how can he be worthy of the 290 three innocent lives that died at your hands?"

"Are they innocent? Among them are the vicious ones who oppress the good, the vicious women who beat their daughter-in-law to death, the villains who beat and scold their wives and children, and the prostitutes who seduce young girls... Where are they innocent?" Sadly, "And I just want to go home, just want to go home and offer a stick of incense to my mother, Daoist, what's wrong with me?"

Jiang Wuqi sighed and said, "Among the 290 people, there may be someone who deserved to die, but most of them should not have died in vain. You killed a whole village, and now only Song Han is left alive. Song Han is old and frail, you Teach her how to live?"

"How to survive?" The wormwood grass demon looked at Song Han who was lying on the ground, "Song Han is weak, and when I can control her physical body, she will not be able to go out for ten miles, and it is only about a year now. Longevity."

Hearing this, Jiang Wuqi's eyes became more compassionate, but then he said solemnly: "Have you finished your last words?"

Wormwood smiled and said: "And I don't have Song Han's body, I'm afraid I won't survive ten days, so kill me if you want."

Without hesitation, Jiang Wuqi pointed at the brow of Wormwood, and at the same time recited scriptures silently, the soul of Wormwood immediately dimmed, and then he went to the hell involuntarily, only murmured: "My My hometown is in the south, and I can see a piece of sea from the mountain..."

And that Song Han lay down on the ground for a while due to fatigue, then got up from the ground, and asked Jiang Wuqi: "Daoist, where is my grand teacher's chair? Why can't I find it?"

When the grand master's chair was in the second stage of illusion, because it was lifted by the woman and slammed into Jiang Wuqi fiercely, Jiang Wuqi had already destroyed it.

Jiang Wuqi saw Song Han's furrowed and anxious face, and he knew that this grand teacher's chair was extremely important to Song Han, he apologized in his heart, and before he could apologize, Song Han said in a daze: "My husband has been killed by me, What's the use of my husband's favorite grand master's chair?"

Jiang Wuqi said anxiously: "Your husband was not killed by you, but the wormwood demon possessed by you."

"Really?" Song Han pointed at the gate, and said sharply, "You Taoist priest, why don't you hurry up and get out with that evil obstacle, be careful, the old man will find a Taoist monk to remove you and that evil obstacle together!"

"Take care." Jiang Wuqi hugged the unconscious Feng Rugui and went out the door. As soon as they went out, the door was closed, and he vaguely heard an extremely suppressed cry squeezed out from the crack of the door.

There was no one in the cottages on both sides, ten rooms were empty, it was already late at night, and it was extremely quiet.

Jiang Wuqi stared down at Feng Rugui, who was covered by the moonlight, and asked softly, "Is it cold?"

Naturally, Feng Rugui would not answer, but when Jiang Wuqi looked up again to see the way ahead, he opened his mouth and bit Jiang Wuqi's throat.

The blood trickled down in an instant, staining the half-yellow but not green weeds beside Jiang Wuqi's feet red.

"Tick, tick."

"Tick, tick."

"Tick, tick."

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