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Zhong Fufeng was awakened by a slap across the face.

When he opened his eyes and saw the situation in front of him, his wit was completely awake.

The ghost king Yin Ji, who was wearing a red wedding dress, really planned to get married tonight.

It's just that it wasn't the peasant girl he fell in love with, but Zhong Ziyuan.

The female ghost that appeared during the day was not low in level, she was a fourth-order ghost messenger. I didn't expect her to be so useless, and she was so shocked that she was knocked out of her wits, so at night, he came to ask for someone in person.

Speaking of which, the time he fell in love with Zhong Ziyuan was very short, and the person he was attracted to just showed up and was amazed.

If the ghost has a heart.

Chi Xingqian looked at the slightly familiar face in front of him, and his attacks were particularly ruthless.

He set up a barrier to cut off the connection between this room and the outside world, and the farmer next door snored loudly.

Yin Ji gathered black spiritual power in his hand, his eyes were full of disdain, his palm could split an ordinary monk in half directly.

Chi Xingqian shot quickly, Yin Ji hadn't seen clearly whether he had sacrificed the magic weapon, but felt a buzzing in his head.

not good!

The hair on the head has been cut off, and the hair is hanging down to set off the blue and white face, which is really scary.

Yin Ji looked at Chi Xingqian in disbelief, and gathered all his strength to bombard him frantically. Zhong Ziyuan and Zhong Fufeng were dealing with the ghost soldiers on the side, and had no time to care about the battle situation here.

Chi Xingqian beat Yin Ji half to death within ten moves.

At this moment, Yin Ji saw his left arm, the manzhushahua-like pattern looming, black, familiar and hideous.

He gave up the fight, and said mockingly: "You are actually a ghost messenger, and you are still the first rank of that old man."

Yin Ji has always felt that his dead ghost father is of no quality, and the lines of the ghost envoy are all made of manjusawa, which is ridiculous to think about.

Zhong Fufeng had just cleaned up the two ghost soldiers, and was completely dumbfounded when he heard this sentence, and he looked at Zhong Ziyuan in a daze.

Zhong Ziyuan remained silent with a cold face.

Seeing that the wedding dress he was wearing was really an eyesore, Chi Xingqian picked it apart with his sword three or two times, and said in a deep voice, "Get out of here immediately, or I will crush you."

Yin Ji didn't want to stay longer, he looked at Zhong Ziyuan intently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

After Yin Ji left, there was silence in the house.

Zhong Fufeng immediately stepped forward and grabbed Chi Xingqian, his eyes were shining, and he said in a mysterious and excited tone: "Why are you so powerful, what did he just say? Are you a ghost? What is a ghost?"

Chi Xingqian didn't answer, he looked past Zhong Fufeng and looked straight at Zhong Ziyuan.

Zhong Ziyuan retracted his sword, sighed almost imperceptibly, and said, "I'll ask, you answer?"

Chi Xing said: "Okay."

Zhong Ziyuan said: "Who are you?"

Chi Xing said: "Chi Qian."

Zhong Ziyuan's expression was clear, he felt that there was really no trace of this name in his memory.

There is no sign of this person.

He hesitated: "We, we used to know each other?"

Chi Xing sneaked in, "I know."

Zhong Ziyuan was puzzled and helpless, he had no reason to believe that this person was not lying, "But I don't remember."

Chi Xing froze for a while, he looked at him fixedly, his eyes were as bright as stars, and said softly, "I just remember."

Zhong Fufeng was so anxious that he wanted to jump up.

He looked back and forth, feeling that there was a natural barrier separating him from them, and he couldn't speak at all.

At the same time, looking at them, he felt that strange feeling came back.

"What's the matter with your ghost mark?" Zhong Ziyuan asked.

Zhong Fufeng breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally going to hear important information.

In the past, Chi Xingqian especially hated being cowardly. He was forced to wander between the three worlds at that time. What's worse, his spiritual power was damaged at that time and he could only stay in the ghost world where he least wanted to be.

Ghost King Yin Hua grew up much handsomer than Yin Ji.

But Yin Ji was right about one thing. Yin Weisheng's taste is really bad. Thousands of Manjusawa are planted in his ghost mansion, and the banks of the Prison River are all red. Chi Xingqian almost wanted to see that dazzling red for the first time. A fire burned out.

Yin Huasheng was very considerate towards Chi Xingqian. He thought he had a heart for talents, so he wanted to let Chi Xingqian, who was like a wandering soul, follow him. However, Chi Xingqian had a very bad temper, and often three sentences were blocked back to two sentences. Yin Hua was so angry that he was half dead.

How did the ghost seal come about?

Yin Huasheng secretly branded it while Chi Xingqian was asleep.

In the stone plate where the fire has not been cut off for thousands of years, the ghost blood coagulates into the shape of manjusawa, and soaks into Chi Xingqian's muscles little by little.

This made Chi Xingqian completely enraged.

Yin Yusheng knew that he had offended the great Hades, and immediately prepared to go to the world to have a good time, thinking that he would persuade him after his anger subsided.

Zhong Fufeng heard this, saw that Chi Xingqian had stopped talking, and interrupted anxiously: "Then what? You became a ghost envoy to work for the ghost king?"

Chi Xingqian looked at the idiot, and wrote lightly, "Of course not."

"Then how do you get out?"

"The ghost mansion collapsed, and I walked out."

Zhong Fufeng: "..."

He finally felt stupid at this moment. It is said that this generation of ghost kings succeeded 300 years ago. So, how many years ago was the last generation of ghost kings...

There was a surge of heat in Zhong Fufeng's chest, and with an unconcealable excitement on his face, he said: "I will definitely keep the secret and not confess you." After speaking, his sense of justice became stronger.

Chi Xing said: "It doesn't matter."

In Chi Xingqian's eyes, Yin Ji, the ghost king of this generation, is no different from an idiot. His father is at least a little bit capable. Looking at him, he can't handle ten tricks. He's a waste.

The rain on Yangjiaopo became denser and the moisture spread, Zhong Ziyuan's lips turned pale little by little.

The battlefield was in a mess, and there was a hole in the roof, and the wind and rain poured in crazily, making it impossible to sleep.Chi Xingqian saw that he was trembling almost imperceptibly, so he quickly took off his robe and put it on his shoulders.

Zhong Ziyuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, without making a sound, he only tightened the belt of his robe.

Three blue bricks were placed side by side in the corner of the wall, and Zhong Fufeng sat down in the middle, with an expression clearly wanting to ask some more details, his curiosity and thirst for knowledge were ignored by Chi Xing.

Chi Xingqian asked him to stand up.

Although Zhong Fufeng didn't understand why, he still stood up.

He pulled Zhong Ziyuan over and sat down in the middle, and sat next to him, closing his eyes and refusing to chat with lightning speed.

Zhong Fufeng was speechless, so he had to sit down on the other side of Zhong Ziyuan, while sketching in his mind the heroic scene of Chi Xingqian blowing up the ghost mansion after a disagreement.

Zhong Ziyuan shrank his arms, he thought that the fear of the cold was well hidden, and the robe on his shoulders still smelled of that person.

Suddenly, a warm hand accurately covered his.

He was stunned, the person next to him seemed to be asleep and unconsciously moved, the warmth spread on the back of his hand, and he didn't pull out his hand for a while.

The tiredness gradually spread, and he let go of his strength and let himself fall asleep.

It was still early before dawn, and the light was dim. Chi Xingqian opened his clear eyes and moved closer to the person next to him.