Bewitched as cannon fodder

Yan Hengxun also noticed his flustered appearance, and his awkward expression suddenly gained confidence, and then he stretched out his hand, regardless of Sang Yi'an's evasive refusal, and then pulled him in.

As a result, within a few seconds, Yan Hengxun's face turned red when he saw all kinds of blushing and heartbeating tools displayed inside, and then walked out angrily, Sang Yi'an followed behind, his head drooping and his earlobes covered with a layer of pink.

But Yan Hengxun couldn't take it anymore and turned to Sang Yi'an who bowed his head fiercely and said: "These human beings are really shameless, rascal, and dirty."

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, his earlobe was as red as a boiled shrimp, but Sang Yi'an was so ashamed that he couldn't speak when he thought of the things in the shop.

"Why don't you speak? You also think they humans are too shameless, don't you?" Yan Hengxun saw that he was silent, so he raised his eyes and asked Sang Yi'an.

"Hmm." What could he say, at this moment he just wanted to leave this place quickly, but Yan Hengxun felt that he was too perfunctory.

He spoke weakly, so he suddenly thought strangely, when his little brother just entered, his face was blushing and his heart was beating, and he didn't talk much when he came out. Maybe he has such a special hobby.

Thinking of this, Yan Hengxun coughed strangely, forget it, my little brother, he has this special hobby, so he will pamper him.

Whoever called him is a competent boss.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable Yan Hengxun waved his hand, pointed at the shop, and said with an awkward expression: "If you like it, you can go in and pick some you like."

When Sang Yi'an, who had lowered his head and remained silent, heard these words, his snow-white neck instantly turned red.

Yan Hengxun thought it was just poking at his little brother's heart, so he held his chin and said, "Then do you want to..."

Before he finished speaking, Sang Yi'an raised his head and gave him an unbearable look, then turned around and went back by himself.

Yan Hengxun was left standing there in a daze, but at this moment, a cloud of black air suddenly condensed on the ground, and suddenly a man in a black robe came over. When the man came over and saw Yan Hengxun, he immediately opened his mouth : "Master Ghost King, the Liu family and the Wang family have been investigating Wang's trace recently, and the two families have sent people to contact the Xin family."

After the man in black robe finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and then continued: "Tomorrow Nanshi will be holding a spirit-calling formation, and I want to summon other ghosts from the ghost world to enter the human world. I have already arranged for the little ghosts under my hand to go there .”

After hearing his subordinate's report, Yan Hengxun raised his hand to indicate that he understood.

Seeing this, the black-robed man's voice slowed down, thinking about the news he received yesterday.

"Master Ghost King, there was quite a commotion last night. Do you want to move to live here with your subordinates? After all, Mr. Ghost King, you have just entered the human world, and your strength has been weakened a lot. You need to recuperate. The residence of your subordinates is a famous one in Jingzhou. The cemetery is very cloudy, especially suitable for you as an adult."

The man in black robe lowered his head and said this in a respectful tone.

But Yan Hengxuan just smiled arrogantly: "It's easier to be found by those old immortals after going to the tomb. It's better to stay here first. They must think that the king has been discovered and has hidden somewhere else. gone."

"Master Ghost King, it is said that you are accompanied by a little ghost with low strength. Would you like to change your subordinates to a big ghost with strong strength?"

"You think this king needs someone else's protection." Yan Hengxun pressed down the corners of his lips, and his brows and eyes were very unhappy. When he glanced at him, there was no loathing and arrogance in the past, but only the endless black water of the black pool, lifeless, Cold sweat rose from the depressed back.

When the black-robed man heard these words, his head drooped even lower in fright, and his voice was filled with fear, "Please forgive me, Lord Ghost King, this subordinate made a mistake."

When Yan Hengxun heard this, he didn't continue to entangle. He glanced at the shop hidden in the corner during the day, "Go and pick out a few and send them to the place where the king lives now."

The man in black robe responded immediately, but when he saw the name of the shop, he stopped and looked at Yan Hengxun with an unnatural expression.

"Master Ghost King, who is this for?" The black-robed man looked at the shop, feeling his feet were filled with mud and he couldn't move.

But Yan Hengxun said as it should be: "It's the kid who followed me recently that likes it. You don't think that face is for your use, do you?"

Facing the ghost king's suspicious gaze, the black-robed man immediately restrained his complicated expression, and said very seriously: "No, no, I just think that little ghost under your hands, Mr. Ghost King, is really good at playing."

"If there are a few, will it not be enough for the little ghost, or I will pick some more." The man in black robe felt that the little ghost must be in Lord Ghost King, which is of great significance.

It's of great significance—how about currying favor with that brat.

In order to impress the king of ghosts, and maybe get a job in the ghost world after returning to the ghost world, the man in black came up with this bad idea.

And Yan Hengxun thought for a while, anyway, there are not too many things, so give that kid some more, maybe after he receives it, he will feel ashamed that he just left without saying anything.

The more Yan Hengxun thought about it, the more reasonable he became, so he condescendingly raised his chin and motioned to the man in black robe, "You're right, so be more picky."

The man in black robe responded excitedly, and then prepared to go in and pick.

As soon as he moved, he was stopped by Yan Hengxun. The man in black robe lowered his head with an excited expression and asked, "Master Ghost King, do you have any other orders?"

"I haven't been in the human world for a long time. It's been 500 years. The Xin family still exists. Go and investigate, Xin Yu."

When Yan Hengxun said the last sentence, a trace of coldness burst into his eyes, and then he returned to his usual impatient look in a flash, "Hurry up and investigate."

After receiving the ghost king's order, the black-robed man left in a hurry, but he didn't forget to go into the shop to search for a few before he left.

And when the shop owner discovered that the vending machine was missing a few sex tools the next day, the boss thought he was suffering, and immediately called out the monitoring.

As a result, there is nothing, but this is impossible to disappear inexplicably.

Could it be that the well-informed boss shuddered, and muttered to himself: "Could it be a ghost who stole it?"

"Are all the ghosts playing so wild now?"

Thinking of the boss here, he couldn't sit still immediately, turned around, opened the black curtain and walked in, and wrote a handwritten letter to his old friend. He greeted the other party's health first, and then got to the topic.

Tell the beginning and the end of all these things together. After writing, the shop owner looked at the letter with satisfaction, and then asked the trustee to hand it over to the other party.

The middle-aged man who received the letter just thought it was a greeting between friends, but when he saw the end, his face turned ugly, he put the letter on the table heavily, and slapped it hard.

And Xin Ci, who was sitting at the bottom, raised his eyes when he heard the movement, and saw that his father was so angry that he didn't have the calm demeanor in the past.

Xin Ci slowly reached out to pick up the white porcelain teapot with painted plums next to it, and then asked slowly, "Is there anything difficult about father?"

Father Xin snorted coldly: "It's not that he was careless in making friends. He turned his back on the ghost exorcist back then and became a shop owner. Now that something happened, he just wanted me to help. He thought I was so kind."

"Is it Uncle Liu? I remember that he had a deep friendship with his father at that time, but he voluntarily gave up his cultivation and was willing to be an ordinary person." Xin Ci's voice was very cold, like a mention on a white porcelain plate Qingti, clear and cold.

"Oh, don't mention what happened back then, if he didn't anger "that person", fortunately, I begged for mercy and let him survive."

When mentioning that person, Xin Ci's fingers froze on the teapot, and his brows frowned.

But Xin's father realized that he was talking too much and was afraid of being overheard by "that person", so he coughed lightly and changed the subject: "By the way, I heard that you met a little ghost who seems to be quite advanced. It was able to escape from your hands."

Mentioning that brat, Xin Ci's expression turned cold, as if he thought of that brat again, he is too weak, and always likes to do those shameless things.

Thinking of Xin Ci here, he seemed to be able to think of that wet touch again. He, who had always been frivolous and precious, showed anger at this moment.

"Father, don't worry, I will catch that little devil sooner or later and send him to hell."

Father Xin also just asked casually, but he saw that his outstanding son was full of fighting spirit, and he didn't know how that kid provoked him.

And after Xin Ci said this, he stood up, the chill all over his body, so that Father Xin didn't know how to continue asking.

Then I saw that Xin Ci turned around and was about to go to the Xin family's practice room, and the servants guarding outside immediately greeted the most outstanding young master Xin of their Xin family's generation.

It's just that when they passed by the ancestral hall, Xin Ci smelled the sandalwood fragrance inside, and over the years, every time they passed by, it would always be somewhat contaminated, and the smell could not be washed away for three or five days in a row.

"Master, why don't you go?"

"It's been a long time since I visited my ancestors." Xin Ci thought of what his father said just now, and "that person" has been in this ancestral hall for several years, worshiping Buddha and seeking scriptures.

As for that Uncle Liu, he was deeply impressed. That Uncle Liu just accidentally saw the picture scroll in "that" arms, so he was punished. In the end, he chose to cut off his cultivation, in exchange for ordinary people to survive.

The corners of his lips were drawn into a straight line, thinking of that painting, although he was very curious, he knew what not to do, so when he continued to resume his pace and was walking forward, he did not expect a majestic male voice to come from inside: "Come in. "

Countless times, he passed by and people from other families passed by, but the people inside didn't let him in, why did they suddenly call him this time.

Xin Ci hesitated for a moment, but his face was still so cold, he lifted his foot and walked in.

Because there are rules when entering the ancestral hall, you have to kneel down first and then worship the ancestors, so Xin Ci walked to the main hall of the ancestral hall first, then respectfully worshiped the ancestors and ancestors, and lit the incense, but after a while, the clouds and mist lingered.

After the burning, the person sitting in the deepest part of the ancestral hall said again: "Who did you meet recently?"

Xin Ci didn't know what he meant when he asked this question, but he just said flatly: "Mr. Xin, I haven't met any strange people recently." It's just that I met a little ghost with evil intentions.

But Xin Ci didn't say anything.

And through the bamboo curtain, Xin Ci sat on the futon, he couldn't see what the person on the other side of the bamboo curtain looked like, but through the gap, he could only see a wrist full of scars and bruises wrapped around a string of Buddhist beads, and that One hand is tightly holding a picture scroll, and the picture scroll...

Before he could see clearly, the person sitting inside asked him, "Where's the ghost?"

The voice of the person inside was obviously very soft, but it seemed to be able to penetrate everything, asking in a deep voice through the bamboo curtain.

Xin Ci's originally calm heart stagnated for a moment, but as the best ghost exorcist of this generation, he said without humility: "I have been planning to capture him back to Xin's family these few days."

"When the time comes, send that little devil to me." The owner of the voice stopped speaking after saying this.

However, Xin Ci noticed that he seemed to be opening the scroll in his hand, and Xin Ci's cold eyes also glanced casually.

Just that one glance, that special beauty made Xin Ci stagnate in his heart, how could he be so familiar.

But in the next second, the man noticed his gaze and felt unhappy. He stretched out his hand mercilessly, severely injured him, and threw him outside.

"Next time, bring someone to me."

After saying this, Xin Ci saw the door of the ancestral hall close in front of him, as if he was isolated from the world.

The servant waiting next to him didn't expect to see Young Master Xin anger the people inside, and when he noticed a stream of blood flowing from the corner of Master Xin's lips, the servant panicked.

Just about to yell, Xin Ci used a "silence" method to seal his mouth.

Then I saw Xin Ci standing up by himself, and the blood just now seemed to have been misunderstood and disappeared.

Xin Ci had a cold face, and when he turned and walked out of the Xin family, the servants saw the young master's frown, but on the surface he still looked like the most outstanding young master of this generation, the best young master of the Xin family.

—

On the other hand, Sang Yi'an thought about how Yan Hengxun's brain grew, and why he liked that thing. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, but when he thought about the strength of the other party, he became discouraged again.

Who told him that he is his boss now, and he is still a ghost king. If he gets angry with him, will he anger the other party?

And just now he ran away without saying goodbye, wouldn't he be even more angry.

Thinking like this, Sang Yi'an stopped wandering outside, and went back in despair, only to see Yan Hengxun came back very early.

And seeing that he looks the same as usual, Sang Yi'an thought anxiously, then his voice was very soft, and he couldn't hear what he was saying at all if he didn't listen carefully.

"Boss, you are back."

Yan Hengxun glanced at him with a casual expression, but the corners of his lips were raised, "I ran away halfway, and I still know how to come back."

Sang Yi'an lowered his head, pretending to be well-behaved.

And as soon as he lowered his head, the delicate and white neck appeared in front of him again, and Yan Hengxun's expression, which he wanted to pretend at first, began to wander.

"I know you like the things in the store, but I'm too embarrassed to say so, so I asked my subordinates to help you choose."

His expression was very smug, and after he finished speaking, he showed a "quickly praise me" expression, which brought Sang Yi'an's violent heart to the peak all of a sudden.

He suppressed his anger, thinking about the disparity in strength between himself and the other party, and he still had to follow the plot, what if he broke up with him.

Sang Yi'an, who kept comforting him, squeezed out a smile, "I really don't like this, if the boss likes it, you can go back to the ghost world next time and give it to those eighteen concubines."

Yan Hengxun heard it, and said with awkward eyes: "This is because you like it. As your boss, I want to buy it for you. Those eighteen concubines don't have this kind of treatment."

Sang Yi'an: "Boss, is it because you don't have eighteen concubines?"

Yan Hengxun became furious, then stood up, and said with a stern look: "I kindly chose for you, but you still question my ability."

"Then boss, can you show me what those eighteen concubines look like next time?"

Sang Yi'an thought coldly, he definitely didn't, the acting skills of lying are not advanced at all.

But Yan Hengxun looked away, crossed his arms and said, "You are questioning me and want to change the subject."

"Then does the boss have any?"

"I won't show it to you." Aware of the problem of Sang Anfei's obsession, Yan Hengxun stared at him silently and fiercely, thinking why his new recruit was so dishonest and difficult to deal with.

Sang Yi'an also didn't ask any further, afraid that the other party would become angry if he continued to ask, what should he do if he started to attack him.

And the heart that was angry just now gradually calmed down.

So he turned around and wanted to go back to his room, but Yan Hengxun was very dissatisfied, and pointed to the unsuitable props on the table.

"You don't take these with you?"

Sang Yi'an said without turning his head: "As a younger brother, I really don't have the good fortune to consume the kindness of the boss. I will accept it next time. Thank you, boss."

Next time he dares to send it again, he will throw it away when he sees it.

Yan Hengxun, who stayed where he was, realized that he did it on purpose. He glanced fiercely at the props on the table, and in the end he didn't throw them away. under the bed.

I was thinking in my heart, hiding here can give him this surprise.

The confident Yan Hengxun didn't realize that Sang Yi'an didn't like this at all, but simply felt that he was shy.

A few days passed slowly, and since Yan Hengxun went out with him last time, he spent the whole time in the bedroom, cultivating and stabilizing his strength.

And Sang Yi'an went out early because of the plot points released by the system today.

The point of the plot this time is that, as a vicious cannon fodder, he meets the protagonist outside, and he is greedy for the other party's yang energy. He completely ignores what happened before, and secretly wants to absorb the protagonist's yang energy while the protagonist is not paying attention.

But I didn't expect that this was the protagonist's deliberate intention to trick him, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness and wanted to kill the original owner with one blow, but fortunately the original owner reacted, and the original owner, who had super escape ability, ran away decisively, but In the middle, he was still half-life injured by the opponent.

The original owner who finally went back felt extremely resentful, so he deliberately said in front of the villain that the protagonist wanted to provoke you, the ghost king.

Then keep making rumors, and the more the villain listens to the protagonist, the more he hates the protagonist.

After sorting out the plot, Sang Yi'an, who thought it was simple, went outside to find the protagonist.

But the original plot didn't say where the original owner met the protagonist, but simply summed up that he was looking for Yang Qi outside, smelling the fragrance, and followed.

So he wandered outside for a long time, and then secretly sucked some yang energy around mortals, and then stabilized his ghost body.

Then after he absorbed it almost, he smelled the fragrance that once made him go up, and then sniffed this smell, and saw the protagonist step by step.

The protagonist at this moment seems to be dealing with a car accident. He is wearing a police uniform with a calm expression, while the family members next to him are already kneeling on the ground and crying loudly. If you look closely, Sang Yian can see that he is lying on the ground with blood unknown human.

But the protagonist should have come to help, because he saw that there were several policemen nearby, and the traffic police were maintaining the scene, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Sang Yi'an was afraid that Xin Ci would find out, so he watched from a long distance, but Xin Ci didn't seem to notice, the corners of his lips were always pursed, and when he was done, Sang Yi'an saw that he seemed to be going to the men's room next door.

When he saw it, he felt that the opportunity was coming, and then quietly followed.

As for Xin Ci, who was wearing a police uniform, his fingertips were already showing a smog, his eyes were cold and cold, and he walked into the men's toilet in front of him step by step.

When Sang Yi'an found out that Xin Ci had walked in, he followed happily, thinking that his concealment ability was getting stronger and stronger.

Little did he know that as soon as he entered, the surroundings of the men's room began to be covered with formations of nets.

Sang Yi'an saw that Xin Ci walked into a toilet cubicle, so he restrained his ghostly aura, and was about to walk in through the wall.

Suddenly, a cold light hit him, and Sang Yi'an, who couldn't avoid it, wanted to retreat, but the back was like a wall, nailing him in place.

"A brat who never changes his nature." The Xin family looked at him indifferently, and the white mist in his hand also condensed into a ball.

Sang Yi'an hurriedly begged for mercy, "I was just passing by."

Xin Ci sneered: "You are a ghost and you can go to the bathroom."

Sang Yi'an was embarrassed.

And Xin Ci's cold eyes did not hide his disgust at all, "The ghost energy on your body is so solidified, it must be how much Yang energy you have absorbed from the outside to be so stable."

Sang Yi'an didn't expect him to see through it, and watched the energy of the white mist grow stronger and stronger.

Knowing that he must not leave here today, he began to panic, "It's normal for me to absorb Yang Qi, I'm a ghost, you can't let me suck your Yang Qi."

"Bold brat, you still want to covet me." Hearing these words, Xin Ci's expression became colder, and he wanted to do something to him more and more.

And Sang Yi'an thought that the ring on his hand could protect him, but because he wanted to maintain the plot, he could only regret that he couldn't take it out.

On the other side, Xin Ci saw that the white mist in his hand was about to fly, and was about to throw the white mist on him, but Sang Yi'an pretended to be pitiful.

An unusually beautiful young man, his eye sockets were wet, his eyelashes trembled in fear, and his voice was soft, "I really haven't done anything bad, I just like to inhale yang energy, you will kill me for this!" Did you kill me?"

"Since ancient times, ghosts and evil spirits have been vicious and evil people."

For some reason, Xin Ci, who had always taken this as his own responsibility, became irritable when he saw his begging and aggrieved expression.

The original tight curve was also lowered a bit, and the cold and noble eyes looked directly at his wet eyes, "Do you always do this to the ghost exorcist who wants to catch you?"

"How come?" Sang Yi'an quickly explained.

But Xin Ci just said indifferently: "Ghosts are best at deceiving people's hearts. This sentence must be a lie."

He thought of his urge to be angry just now and want to hide him, only to let him see it alone.

Xin Ci, who reacted quickly, blamed everything on Sang Yi'an, thinking that he used the charm to make him fall for it.

Thinking of this, Xin Ci's heart fluctuated, but his expression became colder and colder.

"Let me tell you, with your tricks, you still want to get away with it." After Xin Ci finished speaking, he threw the white mist in his hand.

But the pretty little ghost in front of him suddenly jumped on him as expected.

And the ghost exorcist on his body was also working, Xin Ci held back his temper and yelled at him in a cold voice: "Get off."

But the little ghost on his body would rather bear the pain caused by the ghost exorcist than come down life and death.

Xin Ci's expression became colder and colder, but Sang Yi'an took the opportunity to absorb his yang energy, and then used his yang energy to ease the pain on his body.

Sensing that some of the power in his body was slowly dissipating, Xin Ci quickly realized that it was the pretty kid on his body who did the trick.

His eyes were so cold that they almost froze into ice scum, and the scent of that little devil lingered in his nose, his whole body was soft and boneless, and he could only cling to the person in front of him.

"I won't get up unless you let me go." The voice of the kid in his arms was arrogant.

It was the first time to be treated with such a casual attitude. Xin Ci was originally suppressing his calm heart, but now he started to rage.

Xin Ci felt the little ghost's scent was very strong. It was because he had caught ghosts many times, and he could smell it only in Yan.ghost.

Could it be that the little ghost in his arms is Yan.Ghost, but he checked before, and it was just a very ordinary little ghost.

But for some reason, smelling the sweet smell, Xin Ci thought of the unchanging sandalwood scent of the ancestral hall, and the picture scroll in the hands of the man sitting behind the bamboo curtain.

"If you want me to let you go, do you know Xin Yu?"

Sang Yi'an shook his head in his arms, not knowing why the protagonist asked him this question.

When Xin Ci heard this, he said coldly, "It's best if you don't know him."

"Who is he?"

Xin Ci didn't expect the kid in his arms, he didn't seem to be afraid of him at all, and dared to continue to ask him, "Did you forget that you are now in my arms."

After saying this, Xin Ci felt that he couldn't let this kid continue to be so confident, so he endured a trace of inexplicable emotion in his heart, and the breath around him suddenly burst into danger.

Sensing his dangerous aura, Sang Yi'an let go of his hand decisively, and then a ball of bright light hit his eyes in the next second.

Then the original white mist suddenly solidified into several white needles, attacking him.

Sang An was startled, this was the first time he had seen such a situation, and the black air around him formed a protective shield.

"Why do you always disagree, you have to start doing it."

The arc of Xin Ci was straightened, and the voice said indifferently: "You are just a scheming brat, what kind of etiquette do you need to talk about when dealing with you?"

Then, the air began to flow, and Sang An's eyes widened, watching the white needle attack him like a thunderbolt, and Sang An, who knew how to avoid it, just stood there motionless.

And Xin Ci's originally indifferent expression turned cold for a moment, and then he took back those white needles, then glanced at the pretty kid, and scolded him: "You are not very resourceful, you don't even hide."

Xin Ci didn't know why he forcibly retracted the energy he had released for the sake of this brat, and at that moment the internal organs that were still injured began to ache again.

But his appearance was still the same as usual, but his expression was only colder. Seeing that those white needles did not attack him, Sang Yi'an felt anxious.

He was waiting to be attacked, and then complained to the villain Yan Hengxun when he was seriously injured, but why didn't Xin Ci do anything to him now.

Sang Yi'an was in a hurry, but he suppressed his restlessness, fearing that Xin Ci would find out.

"I just forgot to hide, and you are so full of yang energy. When I make a move this time, you will be sucked up by me."

After Sang Yi'an finished speaking, the surrounding black air solidified into black balls, but inside the balls contained the power to kill people.

Xin Ci also understands very well, because his internal organs are starting to hurt, he can't even move a finger at the moment, he can only stay still, just like Sang Yi'an just now, standing there, letting Sang Yi'an treat him He does it.

And when the black ball came to his eyes that day, Xin Ci's heart was already becoming stagnant, but the next second, Xin Ci's cold eyes flashed with surprise.

When he looked again, he saw the beautiful little ghost in front of him, clutching his chest and said viciously to him: "Oh, this is the reward for not doing anything to me before."

Not to mention how depressed Sang Yi'an was when he forcibly withdrew his energy and ended up getting injured, but it happened that he could pretend that he was injured by Xin Ci, and then go to sue Yan Hengxun.

Thinking of Sang Yi'an here, he smiled provocatively at Xin Ci, then turned around and left.

But Xin Ci, who stayed where he was, covered his heart for some reason.

That kid only needs to touch him lightly, and he will definitely be damaged here today, but he didn't.

He would rather risk his own injury than forcibly withdraw his actions.

Xin Ci thought of his provocative smile just now, beautiful and flamboyant.

The originally indifferent heart is like a complete mirror at this moment, which has been cut mercilessly by someone and has become cracks, and the cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

By the time Xin Ci realized it, the mirror would no longer be the perfect surface it was before.

"Next time, I..."

Originally, he wanted to send the little ghost to the underworld, so that he could not enter reincarnation at all, but now he had other thoughts.

—

Sang Yi'an returned to his room, and after confirming that his injury was serious enough, he looked haggard and injured.

When he came to complain in front of Yan Hengxun, and Yan Hengxun saw his appearance, the rebellious man immediately became irritable.

I learned that it was that brat from the Xin family who bullied his younger brother and injured him so badly.

A tyrannical aura rose in Yan Hengxun's heart.

But after he realized that the aura in his body was his own power, Sang Yi'an quickly picked up the excuse he had made in advance and explained: "It was on purpose. I fought against him, and it turned out that he seemed to have some kind of treasure. It hurt me all of a sudden."

Hearing his explanation of these words, Yan Hengyun said thoughtfully: "No wonder, the ring I gave you is not a decoration, just how could that brat hurt you, it turned out to be hurting you."

Sang Yi'an didn't know how far Yan Hengyun was thinking, but in short, it's good to get past it, and then submitted the plot.

Sang Yi'an felt relieved when he heard the reminder of completion.

But Yan Hengxun got up at this time, his haughty expression was full of dissatisfaction with Xin Ci.

"He dares to bully you, I'll find a place for you."

Sang Yi'an quickly stopped him. After all, he did this by himself, so he grabbed the other party and explained: "Boss, I know that you are doing it for my own good, but you are weak now. What if he lured you to go over all this on purpose?" , and then unite with other people to suppress you, what should I do?"

Yan Hengxun pondered: "What you said makes sense."

Sang Yi'an just breathed a sigh of relief, but Yan Hengxuan's next sentence made him bring up that tone again.

"Then, the king, let the subordinates handle these matters, and send a few more people to give me a hard lesson on the Xin family."

Sang Yi'an still wanted to stop him, but Yan Hengxun was determined, and even asked him strangely: "Why do you want to stop me? Is there something you are hiding from me?"

Although Yan Hengxun usually looks confident and arrogant like a primary school student, he is also the king of ghosts after all, so he still has that bit of vigilance.

So Sang Yi'an didn't dare to explain any more, but said in a weak voice: "I'm just afraid that the boss will make such a fuss because I'm a brat."

Yan Hengxun snorted coldly: "You are my little brother, bullying him is bullying this king."

"You rested for a while, and you didn't go out to cause trouble." Yan Hengxun gave him this order and went back by himself.

On the other side, Xin Ci, who stayed where he was, had just returned when he was bumped into by Xin's father. Seeing his son's breath was messed up, he asked in surprise, "Who hurt you so badly."

Xin Ci didn't speak, but the blood in his mouth flowed out uncontrollably, which surprised Father Xin.

He hurriedly called someone over to show him, but Xin Ci didn't refuse because of the heavy blow to his body, he just looked forward and didn't think about anything else.

When Xin's father found someone to come over and investigate, he found out that he was the one who made him look like this.

Father Xin had a strange expression on his face, but he still sent him out. When Father Xin came back and wanted to ask him the whole story, he saw that Xin Ci had disappeared.

Sang Yi'an, who was originally ordered by Yan Hengxun, was recuperating and staying in his bedroom.

But he had only practiced for a short time, when he heard a muffled groan beside him, Sang Yi'an was so frightened that he opened his eyes, and then found that the protagonist had appeared beside him.

He was full of question marks "???"

But Xin Ci didn't expect that at that time, he felt that someone was calling him, and someone seemed to be chanting some spell in his mind, causing him pain, but in the next second, the surrounding scene changed into strange furniture.

So when his cold eyes flickered with surprise, he saw Sang Yi'an looking at him in astonishment.

"Why are you here all of a sudden?"

Xin Ci frowned, and was about to stand up, but his internal organs began to ache again following his movements, "I don't know."

He obviously didn't know it, Sang Yi'an frowned, and saw a blooming rose on Xin Ci's white shirt, as if it was naturally attached to the surface of his clothes.

Sang Yi'an wondered, when he saw Xin Ci, it seemed that there was no such rose on his white shirt.

And the more I looked at it, the more weird it became, the rose was as red as if soaked in blood, and Xin Ci also noticed something wrong with his clothes.

"Someone should have cast a spell for me." His slender fingers lightly touched the pattern, and he could feel the dangerous power contained in it

But he has never seen this kind of formation, and he has never seen it in the study of Xin's family. He is about to introduce the existence of this formation.

"Then do you know that whoever offended you gave you this kind of formation." Although he didn't know what effect this formation would produce, Sang Yi'an still asked this topic curiously.

Then the body also moved more and more to the side.

Sang Yi'an was afraid of hurting himself, but Xin Ci didn't say anything when he saw his action.

"I am not sure as well."

"Then I'll find you another dress and change it."

Sang Yi'an kindly helped him, and at the end he didn't forget to ask, "If you help me, I want your yang energy."

Xin Ci raised his eyes and glanced at him, but didn't say anything. Sang Yi'an thought he agreed, so he stretched out his hand and threw him a shirt that he didn't know where he got it.

Xin Ci who took the shirt didn't know what he was thinking, but the indifference in his eyes subsided a little at this moment.

Then Sang Yi'an saw him unabashedly taking off the clothes in front of his face, and the lean, strong, and perfectly lined upper body was presented naked in front of him.

Sang Yi'an didn't expect to see that he looked thin, but he took off his clothes. After watching for a while, he looked away unnaturally, "You are changing clothes in front of a ghost. You are not afraid of what I will do to you."

"Do you think you are the only one who can survive a few tricks under my hands."

Xin Ci's voice was cold, he finished buttoning the last button, and then threw the weird shirt on the ground.

Then I saw a ray of fire appearing from the palm of Xin Ci's hand. From Sang Yi'an's perspective, I saw the cold and noble man with a frosty complexion, who wanted to burn this strange shirt with disgust.

But at the same time, Sang Yi'an felt that Yan Hengxun's breath seemed to be getting closer to him.

Sang Yi'an panicked, as if there was no such part in the original plot, so he took advantage of the fact that Xin Ci was still empty, regardless of 21, and stuffed him under the bed