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Ling Jiuyao was carrying a wine jug, which was half filled with wine, and it swayed with his steps, making some noises.

He raised the jug in front of him, raised his head and took a sip, and staggered forward, looking completely drunk and unconscious.

When he came to an intersection, a gust of cool wind blew by, and a penetrating chill climbed up his scalp along his back.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ling Jiuyao's mouth.

coming.

Another gust of wind blew by, leaving only fragments of flagon on the ground where Ling Jiuyao was standing.

Qi Yu was standing on the attic not far away. In the darkness, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, only the rings on his fingers were glowing coldly.

Ling Jiuyao didn't know where he was swept by the gust of wind, he could only feel his body floating in the air, and when he stopped again, there was a strange smell lingering at the tip of his nose.

It smelled like a mixture of incense and blood.

It can form such a strong taste, which means that this thing has harmed many people.

Although Ling Jiuyao was awake, he did not rush to open his eyes.He wanted to wait and see what happened, but he didn't expect a cold hand to slowly cover his face.

He keenly caught the smell of powder on that hand.

It appears to be a woman.

A trace of cold air spewed on Ling Jiuyao's neck, he finally couldn't help it, and opened his eyes.

The woman in front of her was surprised and said, "My lord, are you awake?"

The first thing Ling Jiuyao noticed was her almost monstrous face, and then she saw faces on the wall behind her.

The two hollows on the face stared at Ling Jiuyao closely, as if expressing their unwillingness.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dressing table with a simple bronze mirror on it.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Ling Jiuyao asked in confusion, pretending to have just sobered up.

The woman giggled and said, "Look at what you're asking, this is naturally the slave's boudoir."

A room that can cover a wall with human skin is called a boudoir, which is really heavy taste.

Ling Jiuyao collected his thoughts, looked at the woman trembling and said, "You, are you a monster?!"

The woman's finger painted with Kodan slid across Ling Jiuyao's chin, and said softly: "Young master said that the slave family is, so the slave family is."

Ling Jiuyao felt nauseous from the incense on the woman's body and the smell of blood in the room. He held back his nausea, and got goosebumps all over his body when her fingers touched him.

He calmed down, looked at the woman in panic and said, "I beg you to let me go, I don't want to die yet. I have money, and I will give you money, as long as you let me go."

After hearing this, the woman said coquettishly, "My lord, what I want is not money."

"I want it," she smiled coquettishly and lifted Ling Jiuyao's chin, "it's your face."

Ling Jiuyao was chained to a pillar by an iron chain, unable to move at all.

He wanted to do it directly, but suddenly realized that the woman in front of him didn't seem to appear in her real body.

Ling Jiuyao stabilized his mind, and said to her: "Girl, if you want me to die, you have to let me know. Where did I provoke you, girl?"

He said so, as if he was about to cry.

The woman laughed after hearing this. The silver bell-like laughter was originally very pleasant, but it seemed particularly strange in this room.

"My lord, it's this face that offends my family."

Ling Jiuyao understood that she just tore off the face of anyone who looked good, and placed them neatly in the room, just like collecting items.

"But," the woman said with a smile, "I have never seen someone as good-looking as you."

Ling Jiuyao's head was full of black lines, and she watched helplessly as her hand slipped from his face to his chest.

"If you just let the young master die like this, wouldn't it be a waste of money, why not..."

The woman smiled charmingly, and tore his shirt with all her strength, exposing almost half of Ling Jiuyao's chest.

"Girl wait a minute!" Ling Jiuyao hurriedly called out.

The woman stopped her hands and looked at him with dissatisfaction: "Young master, don't you despise the slave family?"

Ling Jiuyao gritted his teeth in his heart, his face full of bitterness.

"If the girl wants to kill me, I will admit it, but I already have a sweetheart, so please forgive me."

Hearing what he said, the woman thought it was very interesting, she looked at him and smiled and said: "It turns out that the young master already has a sweetheart, but I don't know what kind of person fell into the young master's eyes?"

Ling Jiuyao sighed, raised his right wrist, and a red thread was tied to his middle finger, extending outward.

He smiled bitterly: "This is the red line between me and my sweetheart."

The woman was slightly startled, looked down, and suddenly shouted: "No, you are not a mortal?!"

Before she finished speaking, a long golden whip slammed hard on her body, leaving a deep whip mark that was visible to the bone.

The woman let out a cry of pain and collapsed to the ground.

Qi Yu let go of the long whip, and said coldly, "Tie her up."

After receiving the master's order, the long whip immediately went over and tied the woman tightly.

Ling Jiuyao sighed, and unlocked the chain for himself.

Originally, I wanted to take a closer look at what this woman's body was, but I really couldn't let her go.

Otherwise, I would have confessed here today.

Hearing him sigh, Qi Yu turned around and wanted to say a few words of concern, but she didn't expect to see Ling Jiuyao's torn neckline at a glance.

He was stunned for a moment, Ling Jiuyao was also a little strange, he looked down and hurriedly covered it.

Qi Yu coughed uncomfortably, forcing himself to look at the woman, pretending that he was guarding against her.

He suddenly remembered something, and with a slight smile, he turned his back to Ling Jiuyao, who was looking for clothes behind him, and called out, "Ah Yao?"

"Ok?"

Ling Jiuyao took out a new set of clothes from the copper coins, and responded without raising his head.

"I seem to have heard you say, A Yao," Qi Yu teased, and tugged at the red thread on his hand, "Is this the red thread with your sweetheart?"

Ling Jiuyao's hand grabbing his clothes was pulled by the red thread, and he almost let go.

With a thought, he took the red thread back.

"To deal with what that woman said, don't take it seriously." Ling Jiuyao laughed.

Qi Yu was afraid that Ling Jiuyao would think too much, so he finally explained: "I just said it casually, so don't worry about it, Ayao."

Ling Jiuyao fastened his belt, turned around and walked to Qi Yu's side, looked at the woman on the ground who was tightly strangled by Qi Yu's long whip, and asked, "You said you didn't want to stay in the sky and come to the mortal world?" What are you making trouble for?"

The woman didn't answer, she just stared at Qi Yu, as if she saw something terrible.

Ling Jiuyao followed her gaze to look at Qi Yu, but the other party smiled calmly, not caring about the woman's eyes.

"I asked you something, why didn't you answer?"

The words Qi Yu said were more effective than any threats. The woman shook her body and said slowly, "You... how do you know my origin?"

"Someone died strangely, but it wasn't caused by evil spirits, so we can only look for clues from the immortals or the heavens."

Ling Jiuyao bent down and stared into her eyes.

"I didn't expect to find it."

The woman backed away trembling.

Ling Jiuyao stood up and pointed at Qi Yu, "Am I scary?"

Qi Yu shook his head with a smile: "No way, Ah Yao is the most kind."

Ling Jiuyao nodded: "It makes sense."

After that, he turned around and walked to the dressing table, reached out to pick up the bronze mirror, and shook it at him, the girl's pupils suddenly dilated.

"This is your body, right?"

But before she could reply, Ling Jiuyao threw the bronze mirror heavily on the ground.

He poured spiritual power into this fall, and the copper mirror immediately shattered.

The woman screamed and turned into a pile of ashes on the ground.

"Ah Yao, why did you act so fast this time?"

Qi Yu patted the ashes that didn't exist on his weapon, and took it back.

Ling Jiuyao threw the bronze mirror casually: "This time, I came here to eliminate harm, so if you find it, you will do it. Isn't it normal?"

Qi Yu bent his eyes and smiled, "That's right."

Ling Jiuyao thought for a while, and called Xiaobai in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiaobai witnessed everything, and was silent at the moment, when Ling Jiuyao called out suddenly, it took him a long time to recover and respond to him.

"Say something."

"The mirror in the heaven has a spirit, and it came to the human world to make trouble, so when did your control in the heaven become so lax? It won't work if you continue like this."

Xiaobai remained silent, and replied after a while: "Don't worry about this."

Ling Jiuyao shook his head helplessly, and said to Qi Yu, "Let's go, go back to sleep."

But before the two of them walked out of the room, they heard a cough.

Startled, Ling Jiuyao looked up at Qi Yu, who made a silent gesture.

"I'll go and see, A Yao, you are waiting for me here."

Qi Yu didn't wait for Ling Jiuyao to reply, and walked to the place where the voice came from alone.

The cough came from the bed, and the lowered bed curtain covered the inside, and Ling Jiuyao was indeed frightened by the woman just now, so he didn't find anyone inside.

As for Qi Yu, Ling Jiuyao had reason to suspect that he had actually noticed it, but he just didn't want to worry about it.

Ling Jiuyao shook his head, but still walked over.

At this moment, Qi Yu lifted the curtain of the bed, and the coughing person appeared in front of the two of them.

His eyes were closed tightly, apparently unconscious.

Ling Jiuyao stared at the blood stains on his body and the patterns on his clothes, and raised his eyebrows: "A disciple of Gui Yi Sect."

"What does it matter?"

Ling Jiuyao opened the blood-stained part of his clothes and said to Qi Yu: "I guess that woman went out tonight to kidnap this person, and I just brought it back."

However, when he saw the shape of the man's wound clearly, his hand stopped in the air.

A cross-shaped wound suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, exactly the same as the one on the corpse of Elder Discipline.

Ling Jiuyao stared at this Guiyi Sect disciple, his eyes were unpredictable.

After confirming that this person is still alive, he said to Qi Yu: "This person has to be taken back. I should be able to find out the whereabouts of the person I am looking for from him."

"So?" Qi Yu asked.

Ling Jiuyao sighed, "But I don't want to carry him on my back."

Qi Yu smiled: "Coincidentally, me too."

The two looked at each other, and Ling Jiuyao directly pulled Xiaobai out of the chessboard.

"Uncle Bai, please help me."

Xiaobai: "...Ling Jiuyao, I really want to beat you up."

Ling Jiuyao pushed Xiao Bai to the side of the man: "Thank you, Mr. Bai."

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Xiaobai: Cherish life, stay away from Ling Jiuyao.