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The warlocks stared blankly at the young man in front of them who looked like a god of beauty and nodded to them. While wearing a warm and jade-like smile, he waved his sleeves and raised his arms viciously, hitting the blood-clothed ghost who ran away after realizing that his prey was missing. In the field, the blood-clothed ghost who crushed them before turned into a ghost at the bottom of the pit in an instant, and even his soul was a little unstable.

Warlocks: The strength of this senior is really... arrogance!

They looked at the blood-clothed ghost who was struggling at the bottom of the pit but was beaten back to the bottom of the pit time and time again by the young man waving his sleeves, snapping his fingers, or pressing his hands. A strange feeling of sympathy arose in their hearts: It's really... so, so miserable up!

The young man had no idea how much psychological shadow his actions had brought to the group of young warlocks. He spent a few minutes tormenting the blood-clothed ghost until he was powerless, and after he became physically afraid of him, he fainted Flicking his cuffs, he smiled gently at the blood-clothed ghost.

"Judging from the rotten, bloody and foul smell on your body, you should be the source of the plague in Guizi City."

The young man looked at the blood-clothed ghost with focused and affectionate eyes, as if he could give the blood-clothed ghost a loving hug in the next second, making the warlocks who had finally slowed down tremble in their hearts: Oh my god!This senior looks so, so bt!

"Big, my lord! Yes, I'm sorry! The little one died tragically in the plague in the previous life, and became a plague ghost after death. I have always had an obsession. I spread the plague before because I was confused by this obsession in the previous life. Now the little one is awake. Come here, I know I was wrong, please spare my little life! Spare my little life!"

The previously condensed soul was easily defeated by the young man, and there were faint signs of collapse. He fully realized that he was like an ant in the eyes of the young man, and the blood-clothed ghost who could be crushed to death with a flick of his fingers resolutely confessed.

He knelt down at the bottom of the pit cautiously, raised his head and looked flatteringly at the young man above who had a gentle face, but brought him fear and powerlessness like a devil descending on him.

"Oh? According to you, it's not out of your heart to spread the mutated plague?"

Wei Jizi pursed her lips, looking at the bloody ghost with some doubts.

The blood-clothed ghost nodded repeatedly, and his kneeling body also hunched up, making him appear more and more humble.

As if moved by the sincere and humble attitude of the blood-clothed ghost, Wei Jizi's eyes became softer and gentler. He looked at the blood-clothed ghost gently for a while, and when he saw the blood-clothed ghost, he nodded suddenly, "I believe you, Get up." As he said that, he walked into the pit, as if he wanted to help the blood-clothed ghost up with his own hands.

The warlocks on the side were shocked when they saw this: Although the senior is very powerful and looks a bit like a bt, but... But in fact, he is really too soft-hearted, too simple and kind!He actually believed Li Gui's words!

The warlocks looked at each other in blank dismay, their worries almost overflowing, but they dared not speak when they thought of the powerful strength of this mysterious senior. They were afraid that their words would offend the senior and bring them unacceptable consequences.

What's more... the senior is so, so powerful... Maybe the blood-clothed ghost can't hurt him?

The warlocks were deceiving themselves, as if this would make them feel better.

For a moment, the only sound of Wei Jizi's calm and graceful footsteps remained in the entire cemetery.

After being silent for about half a minute, the round-faced boy timidly glanced at the blood-clothed ghost at the bottom of the pit, gritted his teeth, and shouted with his eyes tightly closed, "Senior, senior, don't believe him! He is not a good person!"

Hearing this, Wei Jizi stopped walking towards the bottom of the pit. He turned his head and looked at the round-faced boy. This boy with a round face was young and childish. He was so afraid that he didn't dare to open his eyes, but he stood stubbornly. Repeatedly emphasized that bloody ghosts are not credible.

Wei Jizi's eyes flashed a trace of admiration, and then he frowned slightly, "Why do you say he is not a good person? He has already explained that he was only tempted by obsession before, and he didn't really want to harm others. .”

The round-faced boy became more and more anxious when he heard the words, so anxious that he opened his eyes suddenly, "But, but he killed a lot of people! He wanted to kill us before!"

"He said he was just tempted by obsession."

Wei Jizi frowned even tighter, he didn't seem to believe the round-faced boy's words at all.

"That's right, that's not my intention at all! My lord must believe me!"

The blood-clothed ghost agreed very cowardly, looking at Wei Jizi with sincere eyes.

The round-faced boy who had never met such a thick-skinned ghost was speechless. He blushed, his lips opened and closed but he couldn't say a word.

Seeing this, the other magicians of Yinyuemen who had been silent at the side gritted their teeth and began to persuade Wei Jizi one after another. Even the taciturn servant looked at Wei Jizi and said, "He is very dangerous".

Even though the warlocks and the ghosts said so, Wei Jizi, bathed in the "poor" gaze of the blood-clothed ghost, never believed it. He stubbornly walked up to the blood-clothed ghost, stretched out a pair of slender and graceful hands to lift him up. "go to hell!"

Between the lightning and the flint, the blood-clothed ghost at the bottom of the pit suddenly straightened up, murder, tyranny and madness settled in his eyes, the torn bloody clothes turned into countless red ribbons and instantly entangled Wei Jizi, and his pale limbs suddenly turned into ghosts. The claws grabbed Wei Jizi's body, and then the blood-clothed ghost smiled, Hongsi and Ghost Claw suddenly pulled Wei Jizi's body and wanted to tear him into pieces.

What happened in the blink of an eye made everyone's pupils constrict. Just as they were about to pick up their weapons and rush over, they saw Wei Jizi smiling softly, a dazzling green light erupted from his body, and his lips parted slightly, "Broken—"

The clear and warm voice is soft and soft, like a fairy singing in the deep sea, easily fascinating the world, but such a charming singing voice has an attack power that is completely inconsistent with it, like the wrath of a god.

As soon as the voice fell, the red thread and ghost claws wrapped around Wei Jizi suddenly disappeared, leaving nothing left. Wei Jizi looked at the blood-clothed ghost with only his torso and head under him and smiled friendly and softly, "This Mr. Anonymous, I know you really want to play games with me, but you don’t need to work so hard, it’s embarrassing.”

Hearing this, the blood-clothed ghost roared silently with wide-eyed eyes. After three breaths, his violent eyes suddenly became clear. "He" looked at Wei Jizi coldly, and a cold voice that was completely different from before came from "him". Come on, "If you still want to live, don't meddle in your own business."

The warlocks stared wide-eyed at the strange blood-clothed ghost, and found that the ghost in front of them seemed to have changed into a different person. Not only was his every move extremely strange, but even his aura was terrifying, as if a giant monster from the abyss had descended. They looked at it worriedly. Wei Jizi who was always smiling to the side.

Wei Jizi slightly tilted her head, and smiled with white teeth, "I'm really sorry, I'm the most nosy person."

The gentle young man smiled brightly, his slender and powerful hands folded and danced, a powerful vitality suddenly burst out in the air, and then a wordless book engraved with green patterns floated in front of the young man, and in an instant, he whispered softly .

"bite--"

A few pages of the mysterious and vibrant wordless book were flipped open, a green glow flashed across, and Wei Jizi's eyes seemed to be glinting like stars.

Where no one could see, mysterious lines appeared out of thin air on the heavenly book. These lines meandered at an extremely fast speed, vaguely forming a strange text.

In the sky, a huge emerald green eye opened its eyes, and the purple eyes in the eye turned slightly, and then countless filaments fell from the sky, entangled the blood-clothed ghost like lightning, almost instantly, the blood-clothed ghost The ghost was pulled into the pupils by the filaments, and the shrill screams sounded from the pupils, making the world tremble.

After a few breaths, the scream gradually weakened, and finally disappeared. The magicians' eyes lit up when they saw this, but they saw Wei Jizi's fingers flying, and there was another cry.

"Destroy—"

The wordless book turned the pages silently, and the eyes above the sky turned into a young man in a Chinese robe, green eyes, and elk antlers on his head. The young man obviously had an elf-like appearance, but his eyes were like knives, like a murderous god.

Killing God lightly raised his hand, and a huge and unparalleled force suddenly attacked a certain void, and the next second there was a scream, and a white phantom was caught in the hand of the young man.

When did this phantom, this phantom appear?

The warlocks stared blankly at the struggling phantom in the young man's hands, full of doubts in their hearts.

Just as he was wondering, the Killing God above the sky had already torn the phantom in his hand into several pieces. Finally, the Killing God did not know what method he used, and the phantom screamed and annihilated.

The phantom disappeared, and the killing god above the sky looked down at the people on the ground.

The warlocks who were stared at by the murderous eyes froze slightly, and then all looked at Wei Jizi.

Wei Jizi, who was standing aside and watching tenderly, chuckled happily when he saw this, his slender and powerful fingers danced again, and then the killing god above the sky turned into a stream of light and rushed into the wordless book.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Wei Jizi spread out his palms, and Wuzi Tianshu obediently flew over to lie on his palm, Wei Jizi touched Wuzi Tianshu tenderly, and said softly.

The green lines on Wuzi Tianshu's body turned into a white and fat vine and rubbed against Wei Jizi's wrist, as if saying "no hard work", Wei Jizi looked at the little vine dotingly, and let "him" go .

Seeing that Wei Jizi was finally done, the warlocks quickly walked up to him, expressing their gratitude.

"Thank you for saving my life, senior! I am Fu Ao, a direct disciple of Tianxi Zhenzhen, the head of Yinyuemen. They are my juniors in the sect. If there is anything that needs us in the future, senior, just go to Yinyuemen and let us know." , we rush over as soon as we define it!"

Fu Ao, a young man who was proud and arrogant before, looked humble and gentle at this time, his eyes always looked bright with contempt, he seemed to have become Wei Jizi's fanboy, and the disciple of Yinyuemen behind him also had bright eyes Nodding repeatedly, Wei Jizi felt helpless looking at it.

"Thank you, my lord. If necessary, I will do my best."

Unlike the warlocks who seem to be incarnations of fanboys, the taciturn man in black obviously "belongs to himself". Although he is grateful to Wei Jizi, he is obviously "sensible". He silently and earnestly looked at Wei Jizi and expressed his thanks. And made a promise.

Seeing this, Wei Jizi smiled at them, but did not speak. Just when everyone was uneasy, he looked up at a certain void, with some jokes and teasing, "The show is over, why don't you come out?"

His words are full of dexterity and a smile, and he is obviously familiar with the person hiding in the void.

"It's really a good show. It really deserves to be directed by you."

Somewhere in the void, a black figure appeared, that person stood in the air, his brows were flamboyant.

Seeing that black figure, Yin Zai who was still calm at the side suddenly became frenzied.

作者有话要说：昏睡派作者果然不适合凌晨肝文，昨晚又中途睡着了，头顶红烧鸽子汤谢罪，该章前十红包补偿。感谢在2020-07-1523:49:39~2020-07-1709:05:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Hongchenke and Xiongxiong;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 53 bottles of Gucheng Ruofeng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!