The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

In the inn, Wen Nu talked with the system for a long time, until the door was pushed open in the evening, and a purple-haired boy in a purple robe walked in.

Desperate to see the eyes of the two people sitting very close to each other flashed viciousness, I hope that Mr. Huang will torture the young man in white tonight.

With a simple smile on his face, he walked towards the gray-robed Taoist priest, reaching out to hold his wrist: "Taoist priest, let's have dinner."

Shang Qing'an skillfully avoided the man's dirty hands, glanced at him expressionlessly, got up and led Wen Nu to bypass him and leave the room.

Standing in the room, she lowered her head and clenched her fists tightly, the smile on her face was getting bigger and bigger, and her smiling eyes were full of viciousness.

He suppressed the emotions in his eyes, as if he had been hurt by the Taoist priest, and he was so wronged that he came downstairs too late.

Seeing the Taoist chief talking to the young man in white, he didn't notice him at all, and a murderous intent flashed across his face hidden in the hood.

"Master Dao, why didn't you wait for me." The glamorous young man of the foreign race made a pitiful look, and Wen Nu's heartbeat was a little abnormal when he saw it, but Shang Qing'an was unmoved and ignored him.

His eyes were red, he was aggrieved when he saw that the Taoist priest ignored him and sat beside him crying silently.

Wen Nu glanced at the system silently, remembering that Qiuqiu said that the purple-haired boy was not a good person, so he only handed him a handkerchief.

His eyes lit up, he looked along the veil, saw that the young man in white handed it over, lowered his eyes in disappointment, took the veil and said in a low voice: "Thank you brother..."

Shang Qing'an saw the host's contact with that dirty human being, a metallic light flashed in his eyes, he took out the no-clean disinfectant spray from his wide sleeve, and looked at Wen Nu coldly: "Stretch out your hand."

Wen Nu raised his hands in doubt, and the cold liquid covered both hands. He didn't need Qiuqiu to tell him what the liquid was, so he rubbed his hands up and down helplessly and skillfully.

Tang Yan almost broke the handkerchief in his hand, secretly looked at the young man in white, thinking that he would disappear from the Taoist priest tonight, a smile appeared on his gorgeous face, and his red lips slightly curled up.

He was really looking forward to it, and he must take a good look at how the young man in white died.

At the beginning, he kept Mr. Huang because he was ruthless.

The purple-haired boy ate the meal half restlessly and half excitedly. Seeing that it was going to be night soon, he stared at the door of the inn with burning eyes.

"Let's go." Shang Qing'an ignored the purple-haired boy next to him, took the host upstairs and returned to the room.

Staring at the backs of the two, she curled her lips and went back to her room. The glamorous young man of the foreign race who had just entered the room disappeared, and a young girl of the foreign race in a purple blouse with a leaky navel and a purple gauze skirt with golden bells appeared.

The girl waved her sleeves, and the characteristics of a teenager disappeared, and turned into something unique to a girl.

Thinking of that Mr. Huang, his red lips curled into an arc, and he stretched out his hand to pinch off the red marks on his body, his eyes instantly turned red, and there were tears in his eyes.

Hearing the movement on the first floor, the girl of the foreign race pushed open the door and ran out. Seeing Mr. Huang downstairs from upstairs, she went downstairs with her skirt in her hand, and threw herself into his arms.

"Son..."

The girl choked with sobs, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, the beauty shed tears, I don't know how many people were moved by it.

Seeing the red marks on Yaya's body, Mr. Huang's eyes were instantly filled with anger. He carefully supported the girl's shoulders with both hands, and asked gently, "Don't cry, Yaya, tell me who hurt you, and I will help you." You take revenge."

The girl was crying out of breath, and when she heard the young master's words, she shook her fingers and pointed to the room where Shang Qing'an and the others were in, and threw herself into Young Master Huang's arms in fear: "It's the one in that room who is wearing white clothes..."

Mr. Huang looked at the girl in his arms obsessively. He smelled the fragrance of Yaya's body, his eyes gradually blurred, and the anger in his heart became even worse. He snorted coldly and ordered the guards behind him to follow him upstairs.

The girl of the foreign race was held in Huang Gongzi's arms, her eyes were slightly tinged with blush, and when she saw the closed door of the Taoist priest's room, her flaming red lips slightly curled up.

Mr. Huang let go of the girl in his arms, and let her stand by to be careful not to get hurt. He personally stepped forward and knocked on the door hard, staring fiercely at the door.

Wen Nu was meditating cross-legged in the room, and Qiuqiu was taking a shower through a screen, when he heard someone knock on the door, he got up and walked slowly, and opened the door.

Suddenly, a white mist flashed in front of his eyes, and he lost consciousness for an instant. Before he passed out, he seemed to see a familiar purple figure.

The young man in white fell to the ground uncontrollably, Mr. Huang signaled the guards beside him to catch him and take him away.

The alien girl's eyes flashed viciously, she pursed her lips and left with Mr. Huang and the others, ready to appreciate the death in white.

A group of people came to the ruined temple outside the city, and Mr. Huang tied up the young man in white with a fairy rope.

The guard brought a chair, wiped off the dust and let the master sit down.

Mr. Huang pulled up his clothes and sat on it, took Yaya's hand and let her sit in his arms.

The alien girl hugged the man's neck, her bright red lips were slightly different from the son's earlobe, and she could kiss him with just a slight movement.

Huang Gongzi and the beauty were distracted, and ordered the guards to wake up the young man in white quickly, so that Yaya could take a good look at how they tortured and taught him a lesson.

The guard got a basin of cold water from somewhere, and poured it straight on the bound young man in white.

"Well……"

Wen Nu's eyelashes fluttered slightly and slowly opened his eyes, his face was wet, and even his clothes were soaked in cold water, making his skin feel cold and uncomfortable.

Thinking of the purple figure he saw before he fell into a coma, he suddenly raised his head and looked around. When he saw the purple-haired girl, surprise and doubt flashed in his eyes. He didn't know if she was the sister of the purple-haired boy. He never thought that the girl was the purple-haired boy juvenile.

Seeing her in white clothes, the alien purple-haired girl curled her delicate red lips, and a cold light flashed quickly in her eyes.

"Young Master, I'm so scared. He's staring at me." The girl of the foreign race buried her face in the man's arms in fear, her waist exposed outside her clothes twisted and rubbed against the man below her.

Mr. Huang touched the girl's waist with blurred eyes, and when he heard Yaya say that the man was staring at her, he ordered the guards to come forward and teach Bai Yi a lesson, to let him know that some people are not something he can easily bully.

Wen Nuliu frowned slightly, the fairy rope was tied to his body, which made him unable to struggle to get away.

Seeing that the guards were about to step forward, he quickly took out the no-cleaning alcohol that the system gave him, and sprayed it towards the eyes of the group of people.

Alcohol got into the eyes and it was uncomfortable. The guards' eyes were red, and they closed their eyes tightly and stretched out their hands to cover them, but they didn't dare to cover them. They howled in pain to find clear water.

Mr. Huang said something stern, patted Yaya's waist to make her stand up, and prepared to teach the young man in white a lesson with his own hands.

Mr. Huang intentionally avoided the weapon in Bai Yi's hand, but he was still sprayed into his eyes just like the group of guards. His eyes instantly ached, hot and painful, and soon became so red and swollen that he couldn't see his surroundings clearly.

Afraid of being disgusted by Yaya, he tightly covered his eyes, gritted his teeth and swallowed the howl of pain.

The girl of the foreign race frowned slightly, and gave them a disgusted look.

It seems that she still has to do it herself.

The foreign girl hooked her red lips, and walked slowly towards the young man in white. A strong ghostly aura emerged from her palm, and she moved towards the weapon in the white-clothed hand. The ghostly aura corroded the weapon clean within a moment.

Wen Nu pursed his lips and looked at the purple-haired girl, gathering his spiritual power with his palms up, ready to break through the immortal rope on his body.

"Hehe, don't waste your energy, honestly let me die!"

The girl played with the purple hair on her chest, and waved her hands to let the ghost energy wrap around the white clothes and corrode him.

Suddenly, a sharp sword wind sounded from behind, and the girl seemed to have eyes on her back, and she quickly dodged to dodge.

He turned viciously towards the person who came to attack the ghost, and when he saw the gray figure's pupils shrank, he shook hands suddenly to withdraw the ghost attacking the Taoist priest, and was bitten by his own ghost, blood spilled from the corner of his lips, reluctantly Glancing at the Taoist priest, he grabbed Mr. Huang and the group of guards and left the ruined temple.

The system walked towards the host, glanced at the rope tied to the host's body, and found out from the memory of the original body that it was a fairy rope, and only mortals could untie it.

Although the original body is a mortal, he is also a cultivator, and he cannot untie the immortal rope.

The metallic light in the system's eyes flickered, and it reached out to the host to pull him up.

Wen Nu followed the system and got up, looked at the direction the purple-haired girl was leaving, frowned and asked Qiuqiu: "Qiuqiu, that purple-haired girl and that purple-haired boy are siblings?"

Shang Qing'an silently glanced at the host, opened his mouth and said coldly: "No."

As for the relationship, the system didn't say anything, for fear that the host would be frightened.

The two returned to the inn room, and Shang Qing'an found a waiter, and with the strange eyes of the waiter, asked him to help untie the fairy rope from the host.

Before Xiao Er left, he saw the two of them alike, but he didn't expect them to be able to play tricks in the inn.

Wen Nu watched Xiao Er leave, turned silently and glanced at the system, and sighed helplessly.

That's all, if you are misunderstood, you will be misunderstood. Anyway, when the time comes to leave the inn, he doesn't know who they are.

Thinking that the system rescued him from the ruined temple, he asked how the system knew he was in the ruined temple.

"Qiaoqiu, how did you know that I was captured and taken to the ruined temple?"

A metallic light flashed in the system's eyes: "I didn't see you when I came out of the shower, and then the human next door wasn't there, so I used the system's location to find you."

Wen Nu belatedly recalled that the system has a positioning function, thought that the system said that the purple-haired boy next door was not there, and a thought floated in his mind, so fast that he couldn't catch it.

After the system explained and pushed the host to go behind the screen, the cold voice contained obvious disgust: "Host, take a shower."

Wen Nu glanced at the wet white clothes on his body, and did not refuse the system. After he went out, he took off his wet clothes and lay down in the barrel.

On the other side, the foreign girl dragged Mr. Huang and the guards away from the ruined temple and walked towards the deserted river.

He casually left them on the ground, surrounded by ghostly aura, wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, curled his lips and walked towards the fainted people, folded his hands and closed his eyes to suck their anger.

In less than a moment, Mr. Huang and the guards turned into bones. The alien girl recovered from her injuries and kicked the bones into the river with her feet. Watching them being washed away by the rushing water, she waved off the alien costumes on her body. Covered in a purple robe, revealing a delicate and pure youthful face.

Blowing away the mortal aura on his body with a wave of his hand, he left here slowly with his bare feet stepping on the ghost aura, and returned to his room calmly while the night was dark.

Thinking of the young man in white being rescued by the Taoist priest, lying on the bed, a vicious light flashed in his eyes, next time he must make the white clothes disappear from the Taoist priest's side!

He hooked his lips, and licked the corners of his lips with the tip of his tongue, reminiscing the taste of a mortal, and his raised legs swayed slightly with the movement.

Mr. Huang's taste is really delicious. It's no wonder that he is a person who would torture and kill his own parents. After eating, his strength has increased a lot.

Feeling the full strength in his body, the glamorous young man's cheeks were stained with a thin layer of red, he bit his red lips and breathed heavily, refining and absorbing all the new strength.

In the next room, Wen Nu came out of the barrel after taking a shower, pressed the button in the barrel, and the water inside was quickly flushed down.

Putting on a new light blue robe, he went around the screen and walked out. Seeing the system sitting cross-legged on the bed, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know what Qiuqiu's name was now.

Wen Nu walked towards the system and sat cross-legged beside him.

Shang Qing'an opened his eyes and looked at the host next to him. Seeing this, Wen Nu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and asked aloud, "Qiaoqiu, what's your name now? Which sect do you belong to?"

Shang Qing'an recalled some memories of his original body, and said in a cold voice: "Shang Qing'an, a junior from the Zhushan faction, has traveled around the world and is already two hundred years old."

Wen Nulu's eyes widened, he didn't expect that Shang Qing'an was actually a young disciple of the Zhushan Sect, and the Zhushan Sect was a sect that Jiang Shen hadn't ascended to before, but that had been a long time ago.

I heard from General Shen that he was the founder of the Zhushan Sect, and he turned the Zhushan Sect into the number one sect of cultivation by himself.

Seeing the host's appearance, the system asked aloud, "Do you know the Zhushan sect?"

Wen Nu nodded: "I have a good friend in the Heaven Realm, who is the founding ancestor of the Zhushan Sect."

The system hummed and did not continue talking, and asked the host to meditate with him.

Hearing what the Taoist chief was talking to that white-clothed man, a cold light flashed in Dangan's eyes, he didn't expect that white-clothed young man to be a god.

However, thinking of the red mark he saw on the forehead of the white robe, the bright red lips curled up mockingly.

So what about the god, he has become a filthy Fallen Angel.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep in a good mood, as if returning to the previous time in my dream.

The real Shang Qing'an was sitting in the inn room meditating and practicing, with his natal sword Punishing Evil Sword beside him.

The room was suddenly filled with a cold and ghostly atmosphere, and the Xie Xie Sword in his hand felt that the evil spirit was constantly shaking.

The young man in the gray Taoist robe remained unchanged, and slowly opened his eyes to look at the purple-haired boy in front of him.

The purple-haired boy had a gorgeous face, and when he saw the gray-robed Taoist priest wake up, he fell into the Taoist priest's arms innocently and seductively, with his hands on the Taoist priest's shoulders, his voice was soft and weak: "Taoist priest..."

Shang Qingan glanced at him expressionlessly, put his index finger and middle finger together, and quickly restrained the ghost boy in front of him.

Desperate to be caught by the Taoist chief on purpose, naturally he will not resist, obediently lying beside the Taoist priest, blinking pitifully aggrieved: "Why did the Taoist priest tie me up..."

Shang Qing'an remained unmoved and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

Time flies in the dream, Taoist and the purple-haired boy stay together all day long, but what he doesn't know is that the purple-haired boy will cast a spell on him at night to make him pass out, and then go outside and turn into a woman to seduce Mortals, end up sucking those men up.

After dawn, he returned to the room full of satisfaction, removed the magic spell on the Taoist priest, and seduced him intentionally or unintentionally.

Shang Qing'an didn't know anything about this. After being seduced by the purple-haired boy for a long time, his heart inevitably shook, and finally he released the restraint on the purple-haired boy. He was afraid that the boy would go out and harm others, so he had to take it with him no matter what he did. he.

Until one day, the demon was haunted, and the Taoist master knew the deception of the purple-haired boy, and was brutally tortured to death by the purple-haired boy.

Xin Xun suddenly woke up from the dream, as if Shang Qing'an's curse was still echoing in his ears.

With a pale face, he licked his red lips, got up from the bed and put Shang Qing'an's curse behind him, since he died, he died, and he never believed in curses.

Thinking of the man occupying Shang Qing'an's body, he put on a hood to hide his face inside, knocked on the door next door, pushed it open and walked in.

On the bed, the Taoist priest in gray robe lay on the outside of the bed, and inside was the young man in white, leaning side by side as if he had just woken up.

Seeing them sleeping on the same bed, murderous intent flashed across the eyes of the purple-haired boy, wishing he could step forward and pull out the white clothes and replace them with himself!

He had never slept with the Taoist priest before, so how could that white robe sleep with the Taoist priest so easily!

Wen Nu was awakened from sleepiness by someone, lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed, saw the purple-haired boy standing beside the bed whose expression couldn't be seen clearly, frowned and woke up the system next to him.

No matter how he swayed, the system lying next to him remained motionless. Thinking that the system took a shower yesterday, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Qiuqiu is a robot, it doesn't know how to take a shower, it got into the water, short circuit, right?But isn't this body Shang Qing'an's?

Hastily got up from the bed, and hugged the system that was taller than him under the window, letting the sunlight cover his whole body and evaporate the water in his body.

"What are you doing?!" The purple-haired boy stopped the white-clothed boy, snatched the Taoist priest who was lying under the window, and held his wrist to feel his pulse.

Wen Nu was afraid that he would find out the identity of the system, so he shot the hand on Qiuqiu's wrist with his spiritual power, and moved the system sharply and quickly.

Thinking of Shen's usual cleaning and drying techniques, he closed his eyes and tried to dry the water in the system.

Sparks flashed across Shang Qing'an's body, Wen Nu suddenly withdrew his hand and was shocked by the residual electricity, his fingertips were numb.

The purple-haired boy gritted his teeth and attacked the white clothes, trying to take the Taoist priest back from him.

A light flashed across Wen Nulu's slightly curved eyes, and he let go of the system in his hand.

Xanji stretched out his hand to grab the Taoist priest, Peng was sent flying into the wall with a bang, his whole body twitched uncontrollably, and sparks flashed from time to time.

Wen Nu raised the corners of his lips uncontrollably, covered his lips and coughed twice to wake up the system.

The moisture on Shang Qing'an's body was dried, and he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the scene in front of him, he glanced coldly at the purple-haired human on the ground, turned to the host and said, "I... short... way... no... To... touch... I... have... electricity..."

Wen Nu nodded, his fingertips were still a little numb, he naturally wrote down what he said to the system, and made sure that he would carefully avoid touching them.

Gritting his teeth, he secretly used ghost energy to corrode the lightning on his body, and struggled to get up from the ground. The purple robe on his body was scorched black and torn by the electricity, revealing his long purple hair inside.

Aggrieved and pitiful, he looked at Daoist with a dark face, and pointed to himself: "Daoist, you hurt me so much..."

Shang Qing'an ignored him with a cold face, and continued to talk to the host: "Go...down...stairs..."

Wen Nu followed the system, and when he passed by the purple-haired boy, he looked back and felt more and more that he looked very similar to the purple-haired girl last night.

Qiuqiu said that they are not brother and sister, maybe...

Wen Nu thought of another possibility...

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Kikai

Xue Yi was standing in the middle of his brother's bedroom with the little baby in his arms, facing his brother's shock and disbelief, he tilted his head in doubt.

"Brother, why do you look at me like that?"

Trembling with blood, he pointed at the child in his brother's arms and asked loudly, "Say! Who is the father of the child! Why did you let someone make the child?!"

The bloody coat covered the little baby's ears, and gave his brother a disapproving look: "Brother, keep your voice down, what should you do if you scare Little Treasure!"

He remembered that the demon clan called Xiaobao, and Xueyi naturally followed suit.

Hearing someone call Xiaobao, the little baby shook his fist, grinned and chattered.

Zuo Qian was lying on the bed weakly, with nothing under the quilt, staring blankly at the curtain in a daze.

Hearing the baby's voice, his throat rolled, and he couldn't help coughing, his throat was hoarse and dry.

Xuebai glanced back at him, waved his hands to put on clothes for the two of them, and handed him a glass of warm water.

Zuo Qian took the teacup with his head down, and silently finished drinking the water. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the baby in the arms of the bloody clothes, his pupils dilated and he froze on the spot.

Those eyes are very much like the master in memory...

Xuebai pinched Zuo Qian's chin tightly, and stared at those eyes with a smile: "I said, you can only look at me, why, do you want to get out of bed? Hmm?"

He patted the toy's face, lifted the quilt to cover him, not even a hair was exposed.

He got up and walked towards his younger brother, with a smile on his face: "Blood clothes, don't make me angry, say, who made you out of a child."

Xue Yi curled his lips, seeing his brother threatened him with such a smile again, and pointed in the direction of Li Guiyuan: "That demon came again, went to Li Guiyuan, and then entrusted his child to me to take care of, if he didn't take care of it well It has to be turned into blood."

Xuebai frowned tightly, and had an extra fan in his hand, shaking it gently to fan the cold wind. He checked the condition of his brother's body, and indeed found the magic mist next to his heart.

With a cold snort, he put away his fan and teased the little baby's chin: "In this case, take good care of him and don't come to the bedroom to disturb my good business."

Xue Yi curled his lips and pushed his brother's fan away, telling him not to touch Xiaobao in his arms: "Brother, what are you doing, don't bully Xiaobao!"

Standing on tiptoe, I looked at my brother's bed and continued: "Brother, you are not afraid to play him to death. If the ghost dies, it will really die. You will regret it then!"

Xuebai didn't take it seriously, spread his fan and sneered: "What do you know, it's just a plaything, when I've had enough of playing with it, I'll die if I die, you little kid doesn't understand."

Xue Yi blushed when his brother said it, he hugged the little baby in his arms and turned around to leave. He didn't want to let dirty words stain Xiaobao's ears!

Leaving brother's dormitory and going back to his room directly, unlike his brother's pitch-black main hall, the blood-clothed room is covered with many night pearls, illuminating the whole dormitory brightly.

Lie on the bed with the baby in his arms, lay on the bed with his hands on his chin, and stare curiously at the little demon baby in the brocade quilt.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeee~"

Gu Wen opened his big round eyes, and met the eyes of the blood-clothed brother. Seeing him looking at Xiaobao, he smiled so blindly that he giggled and giggled.

Xue Yi poked the dimple on the baby's face in surprise, the soft flesh was so comfortable that he couldn't put it down.

On the other side, seeing off his younger brother, Xuebai waved his hand to close the door of the dormitory, turned around and returned to the bed and lifted the quilt from the plaything.

Zuo Qian opened his eyes numbly, as if he was unconscious, unable to hear or see, just a cripple who couldn't move.

Thinking of what the person who forced him to occupy him said, he couldn't help but have expectations.

Perhaps, death is his destination.

Once again his body was controlled by the person on him, Zuo Qian closed his eyes not wanting to see that person's face, a blush appeared on his pale face, and his tightly closed eyes trembled with fluctuations.

Xuebai smiled and pinched the plaything's cheek, patted his face: "Open your eyes and look at me, and watch how I play with you."

Leaning down and biting the plaything's thin lips, both hands pressed his wrists, letting his whole body open.

Zuo Qian opened his eyes, his empty pupils reflected the bloody smiling face, he blinked and didn't start enduring the pain in his body.

Thinking of the pair of eyes I saw just now, I thought of Master again.

"Well……"

The Adam's apple was bitten fiercely, Zuo Qian couldn't help but groaned in pain, and subconsciously murmured: "Master, Master..."

"Concentrate."

Xuebai bit the Adam's apple of the plaything, biting his teeth carefully and playing with it, his voice was hoarse and deep.

Hearing the word "Master" in the mouth of the plaything, he was annoyed and tortured the people under him severely.

After an unknown amount of time, Zuo Qian was thrown on the bed, and then the quilt covered his body covered in marks.

Satisfied with blood, she put on her clothes, looked back at the toy on the bed, stepped forward and sucked the sweet thin lips of the toy: "Stay honestly in the temple, I'll go out for a while."

Zuo Qian lay on the bed with his eyes closed, heard the footsteps of the person leaving, struggled to get up from the bed, flung the quilt and got out of bed weakly.

His legs were so weak that he almost fell to the ground, Zuo Qian held onto the bed next to him in time, barely propped himself up and walked towards the closet in the dormitory.

That person didn't allow him to wear clothes, and he could only lie on the bed and be raped by him all day long. Thinking of that person, Zuo Qian was so disgusted that he almost vomited.

He opened the closet and found the man's clothes on. He gasped heavily, opened his mouth to take a big breath, and slowly moved to the door of the bedroom while leaning on the wall.

He was going to find that baby, that baby who looked very similar to Master.

After struggling to push open the door of the dormitory, he saw the gloomy sky, which gave him a chance to avoid other things.

Wrapped in the man's clothes, he ran into the gloomy mist, groping his way to the bedroom where the bloody clothes were.

He had heard that person mention that the Bloody Clothes Sleeping Hall was not far away.

But his body was too weak, and after walking for a while, he leaned on the wall to pant, his waist was so sore and soft that it was about to break.

Fortunately, Zuo Qian finally saw the blood-clothed bedroom door, Zuo Qian's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to run over and knock on the door vigorously.

In the dormitory, the bloody clothes were coaxing the crying baby, and Gu Wen's cheeks were red and painful from being poked with his fingers.

He opened his small mouth and waved his fists and cried loudly, no matter how much the brother who bullied him could coax him.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Xiaobao, stop crying..."

"Ah, ah, I shouldn't poke your face..."

"You're crying and I'm going to cry too..."

The bloody coat covered his ears hard, his hair was messed up by him, and he stomped heavily on the ground to walk around.

Suddenly hearing the knock on the door, his eyes lit up, he hurried over to open the door, and pulled him to the side of the bed without looking at anyone: "Hurry up, hurry up, coax him, let Xiaobao stop crying!"

Zuo Qian's limbs were stiff, and he was directly dragged in by the bloody clothes. Before he could react, he heard the sharp cry of a baby.

Seeing that the person did not move, Xue Yi realized that the thing he pulled in was actually his brother's plaything. After struggling for a while, he finally did not throw him out. Thinking about how long his brother had been playing with today, he pulled it carefully. He pointed at the baby on the bed and said, "Hurry up and coax him, I really can't do it well!"

Zuo Qian came back to his senses and hummed, controlled his sore and uncomfortable body and slowly came to the bed, took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on it, holding the baby in his arms and rocking it gently.

He has never taken care of a child, but he has seen his aunt coaxing the child in the mansion before.

Carefully shaking the little baby wrapped in the brocade quilt, she reached out and patted his back gently.

In close contact, this child looks even more like a fairy, especially those delicate and round deer eyes.

Gu Wen gradually stopped crying, clenched his fist and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, Zuo Qian hammered his back, took the fist out of his mouth, looked up at the bloody clothes, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Is there anything to eat, he hungry."

Xue Yi stared blankly at the toy to coax the child, seeing that the baby stopped crying, the way he looked at the toy changed.

Hearing him ask if there was anything for the baby to eat, he quickly took out the goat milk that the demon gave him from the storage bag.

"Yes, yes, it's goat's milk."

Taking out the goat's milk and handing it to the plaything holding the child, Xue Yi knelt on the bed and stared at the child in his arms curiously, wanting to poke that cheek with his fingers itchy.

Zuo Qian touched the goat milk, it was already cold outside and needed to be warmed up, otherwise the child would have diarrhea after eating it.

Looking at Xueyi along the line of sight, seeing that he was about to move and want to tease the little baby, he frowned and hugged the baby slightly to avoid his fiery gaze.

Xue Yi curled his lips and looked up at the plaything: "What are you doing!"

Zuo Qian handed him the goat milk with a blank expression: "It's cold, it needs to be warmed up. Besides, if you make him cry, I might not be able to coax him well."

When Xue Yi heard that he might not be able to coax it well, he quickly stopped the thoughts in his heart, took the goat's milk and warmed it with spells.

Zuo Qian carefully fed the child in the brocade quilt, Gu Wen was already hungry, gulped down the goat milk, squinted his eyes and waved his fists, even kicking his little feet back and forth.

Xue Yi secretly touched the baby's feet through the brocade quilt, it was fun to touch the little ones.

But he didn't dare, for fear of making Xiaobao cry again.

He leaned over to the plaything, and stared at Xiaobao who was drinking milk side by side with him.

Is goat's milk so delicious?

He poked and looked at the storage bag secretly, there was still a lot of goat milk in it, he couldn't help but took a bag to the plaything next to him, and then took a bag and drank it himself.

The taste is okay, sweet.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the toy's open hand, and leaned forward to help him open it and put it in his mouth: "Drink."

Zuo Qian lowered his eyes and said thank you, opened his mouth to bite the goat's milk, the tip of his tongue accidentally slipped over the bloody fingers.

There was a bang, interrupting the two people in the dormitory, standing at the door with a bloody smile, holding the fan tightly in his hand, seeing his younger brother feeding the people next to him, his voice sounded like nine days of ice: "Blood clothes, you If you want a toy, tell brother, brother can help you find a new one, this one has been dirty by brother for a long time."

Zuo Qian's body suddenly froze on the spot, and the goat's milk in his mouth fell onto the bed with a thud, quickly soaking the quilt covered under him.

After regaining consciousness, he quickly put the baby in his arms not far away, got off the bed without even thinking about it, and apologized to the bloody clothes: "It's all my fault, I made your bed wet."

Zuo Qian forgot that he was tortured by that person all day today, his legs were sore and limp when they touched the ground, he threw himself on the ground, his cheek hit the ground hard, his face was pale from the pain.

"Hey—" Xue Yi stretched out his hand to catch him, but the brother at the door moved quickly, and picked up the person on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Xuebai touched the plaything's injured face, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "As a plaything, how can I hurt my face like this."

Zuo Qian looked at the bloody eyes, and was numbly imprisoned in his arms. Thinking of the next punishment, he closed his eyes in despair.

The baby on the bed coughed violently, his face flushed from the goat milk, and he closed his eyes tightly and cried loudly.

Hearing the cry, Zuo Qian thought of the deer eyes that were exactly the same as the fairy head, Zuo Qian suddenly pushed away the man who was holding him, ran towards the bed, took the baby from Xueyi's hand, hugged him and patted his back.

Gu Wen hiccupped painfully, and finally healed a lot, the crying gradually stopped, obediently held someone's hair, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Xuebai was pushed to the ground by Zuo Qian, watching him and his younger brother coaxing that demon child, the smile on his face was getting bigger and bigger, his eyes were dangerous and terrifying.

Suddenly, Zuo Qian's wrist was firmly grasped by someone, his body fell uncontrollably towards the bloody white, and there was a burst of pain in his scalp.

Xuebai pulled the plaything's wrist, brought him up in front of his eyes, closed his fan with a smile and raised his chin: "Dare to push me? Huh?"

Xue Yi frowned, looked at the abusive brother, and couldn't help but stop him: "Brother, let him go, I still need him to help me look after the child."

Xuebai smiled and glanced at his younger brother: "Looking at the children? I don't think it's just looking at the children, right?"

Zuo Qian closed his eyes not to look at the person in front of him, feeling a dull pain in his stomach and lower abdomen.

Seeing that the plaything looked like this again, his blood-white brain was controlled by anger, and he threw the person away with all his might.

Zuo Qian slammed his back against the wall, his face turned pale from the pain, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, but the most painful thing was his stomach.

I couldn't help but curled up and clutched my stomach tightly, cold sweat covered my painful face.

Seeing the blood under Zuo Qian's body, Xue Yi widened his eyes in panic: "Blood...blood...he is bleeding..."

Xue Yi subconsciously looked at his brother, but he saw that his brother was stunned, staring blankly at his hands, and he didn't even know that the fan he used to play with fell to the ground.

Bloody gritted his teeth and put the baby on the bed, then hurried to the plaything next to the wall with bare feet.

Zuo Qian was on the verge of losing consciousness, his face was pale and bloodless, he held his stomach tightly and kept calling for Master.

Xueyi didn't have time to think about it, and injected ghost energy into his body, but it wasn't enough, something seemed to be sucking his ghost energy in his stomach, and it was about to be sucked dry, when suddenly his whole body was knocked away.

Xuebai reluctantly smiled at his younger brother, shaking his hands to transfer all the ghost energy in his body to the plaything, staring at the pool of blood under him with red eyes.

Zuo Qian struggled to open his eyes, his dark eyes looked straight at the baby on the bed, his thin lips parted softly and he murmured silently: "Master...Master...the disciple is wrong...Master..."

Xuebai gritted his teeth and continued to infuse ghost energy, his body's cultivation base was lowered visible to the naked eye, he stared at Zuo Qian closely with red eyes, gritted his teeth and said to him: "If you die, I will kill that baby!"

Zuo Qian's pupils dilated, he looked blankly at the man who threatened him, and closed his eyes with trembling eyelashes.

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Li Guiyuan.

As soon as Gu Yu entered Li Guiyuan, he was entangled by those ghosts. The ghosts at the entrance had low mana and were quickly swallowed up by the magic fog.

Because of Li Guiyuan's strong ghost aura, his sight was blocked by these ghost aura, so he could only rely on his voice to find the way to the calling bell.

The ghosts around saw the fresh human beings, their eyes were glowing red, and they were floating towards the human beings.

Before meeting that human being, he was suddenly swallowed up by the rising magic mist, and his shrill screams resounded through the entire Li Guiyuan. He beat the other ghosts that were about to move, but dared not rush forward.

As he went further in, the surrounding temperature became lower and lower, and his eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost.

The tyrant reached out to wipe off the frost on his eyelashes, and continued to walk forward without changing his face, holding the Tianzi sword in his hand, and the blood jade magic flute was floating beside him, and the faint red light could only illuminate a little bit.

Suddenly a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and suddenly a face bleeding from all seven apertures appeared in his eyes.

The tyrant frowned, holding the Son of Heaven sword in his hand and attacking the white shadow ghost.

But I don't know if it's because the level of the ghost has become higher, and the attack was missed, allowing the ghost in white to hide.

Gu Yu closed his eyes vigilantly, listened to Li Gui's position with his ears, clasped his hands together and headed towards Li Gui in no time.

With a bang, Li Gui was hit hard by the blood jade magic flute, and the pure and thick magic mist quickly swallowed Li Gui.

The tyrant recalled the blood jade magic flute and continued to move forward, and the fierce ghosts who attacked came more and more.