Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

Leng Zhuxin reacted quickly and pulled Yinsheng back to the Han Yusuo space.

As soon as he entered the Han Yusuo space, Yinsheng became quiet, but he had not yet woken up.

Leng Fuguang and Leng Buqiu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but their expressions were extremely solemn.

“There was a restriction on Yinsheng, and I didn’t even notice it until it was triggered.

I'm afraid it's the work of those gods.

If it had been a little later, Yinsheng would have been dragged to where your father's soul is.

The ban has been triggered, and it's best not to let him out until it's lifted."

Leng Fuguang secretly said that he underestimated the enemy.

He originally wanted to help Yinsheng consolidate his soul, but he almost harmed Yinsheng.

The ban was triggered, which also brought them good news.

That is Yinsheng’s master, Leng Qian’s soul is still alive.

It is even possible that the physical body is still there!

Leng Fuguang took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

After thinking for a while, he took out another bottle of elixir.

"These may be useful to Yinsheng, but he won't wake up for a while.

When he wakes up, perhaps he can get some news about your father."

Leng Zhuxin accepted the elixir on behalf of Yinsheng and nodded in agreement.

She used her consciousness to check Yinsheng's condition and found that his soul had stabilized.

After feeling relieved a little, he asked about things related to himself.

Leng Zhu thought about it, took out the bloodthirsty knife from the space, and summoned the pitch-black bloodthirst.

The demonic energy suddenly appeared, and it was Leng Zhuxin who took it out.

Leng Fuguang and Leng Buqiu were inevitably surprised.

Looking at the pitch-black magic knife on the table, and the weapon spirit floating next to the magic knife, which was pitch-black with only two blood-red eyes.

He asked in surprise: "Xiao Zhuxin, where did this magic knife come from?

It looks quite good, but the spirit of the weapon is a bit strange."

Leng Zhuxin took out a bottle of spirit beast pills, poured out one and threw it to Xuexue.

The dark and bloodthirsty ball suddenly opened its mouth, swallowed the spirit beast pill with great enjoyment, and floated towards Leng Zhuxin again.

It seems like I still want to eat.

Leng Zhuxin threw him another spirit beast pill.

He said to Leng Buqiu and Leng Fuguang: "I stole the magic knife from a demon cultivator, and the weapon spirit was obtained from the demon world.

I thought that the spirit of the weapon looked so strange because it was re-refined into another magic weapon and could not return to its original body.

But yesterday, someone came from Penglai, a Fuzhu named Guishui from Penglai, and said that I had the smell of his kind.

It was made into a magic weapon spirit.

He was the only one I could think of, but he didn't look like Fu Zhu at all.

The only possible proof of his identity as a spirit beast is that he loves to eat spirit beast pills and that the pills are useful to him.

I wonder if my brother and Second Grandpa could help me identify it."

Leng Zhuxin gave the entire bottle of spirit beast pills to Bloodthirsty.

The bloodthirsty man grabbed the bottle of spirit beast pills and fed the spirit beast pills into his own mouth.

It was as if Leng Zhuxin and the others were not talking about him.

After listening to Leng Zhuxin's words, he looked at the bloodthirsty one who was eating the spirit beast pill.

Leng Fuguang stroked his beard and moved closer to Xixue.

He reached out and grabbed Bloodthirsty's body, then lifted him up upside down.

Only a few spirit beast pills were left in the bottle, and they fell to the ground and scattered everywhere.

The bloodthirsty one who had just been mentioned was confused and hurriedly swallowed the bloodthirsty pill in his mouth.

Then he struggled hard.

"Let go! Let me go! All my spirit beast pills have fallen!"

The bloodthirsty cry was heard.

Leng Fuguang lifted him up and shook him a few times, causing him to retch due to unbearable pain.

But soon, he stretched out his hands and covered his mouth.

He was afraid that he would spit out the spirit beast pill.

If he spits it out, wouldn't it be a waste of food?