"What a shameless statement." The papermaker said disdainfully.
"It's not about being arrogant, it's about being confident."
Ye Qing said: "This junior has been practicing martial arts for only a few years, and he is already a semi-saint."
"And now that I have the Earthly Emperor Bell in hand, it is not difficult for me to obtain the emperor's inheritance and become a saint."
The papermaker opened his mouth, wanting to say something sarcastic, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
It seems that everything they say is true.
"So, senior, are you willing?" Ye Qing asked.
"I..." The papermaker wanted to say something more, but at this moment, a soft and beautiful voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Why are you talking so much nonsense to him? Since he doesn't want to, sister will help you make him a puppet." never mind."
The moment the sound rang out, the papermaker suddenly felt great fear, but he didn't dare to even move. He had a premonition that if he made any rash move, it would be his death.
"I am willing..."
The papermaker's face changed, and he said hurriedly: "I am willing to be your protector."
In fact, he had already made a move. After all, who would want to die if he could live? What's more, is life worse than death?
The reason why he didn't agree immediately was because he wanted to test the other party's bottom line so as to gain more benefits for himself.
But the sudden voice behind him and Ye Qing's half-smiling smile made him realize that he was just a piece of fish on the chopping board, not the person holding the knife, and he was not qualified to negotiate terms.
"That's how you behave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the woman's voice ringing again, but before he could relax, he heard the other party continue: "But you have wasted so much of my time, you should be beaten."
As the word "should be beaten" sounded, as if the words were spoken, the papermaker lost control and fell to the ground. The whole city seemed to tremble silently, but the soft ground was unharmed, and even the dust was No traces of splashing.
The paper craftsman's feeling was particularly obvious. It was like being hit by a huge mountain or pressed by a huge river. His body ached, his internal organs were displaced, and dark red blood flowed out of his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and pores.
Just when the papermaker's consciousness was blurred and he couldn't hold on any longer, the terrifying power suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Thank you, senior, for not killing me..."
After a while, the papermaker regained some strength and said hurriedly.
"Get up if you're not dead." The woman's indifferent voice sounded.
The papermaker did not dare to neglect and hurriedly stood up. When he stood up, he felt that he was relaxed and no longer had the previous pain and suffering. Then the papermaker was pleasantly surprised to find that all the Taisui ghost inflammation that had been entrenched in his body had dissipated.
In other words, his injury was healed.
"Thank you, senior, thank you, senior..."
The papermaker was overjoyed, but even though his injuries were completely healed, the papermaker didn't have any other thoughts in his heart, only respect and fear.
With just one word from the other party, he was rendered powerless to resist, and all his helpless Tai Sui Ghost Flames were eliminated. What kind of power is this?
It's unimaginable.
Looking up, the papermaker saw a woman, a woman too beautiful to be described in words, so beautiful that he couldn't even think of her in his heart.
Therefore, after only one glance, he lowered his head. He felt that looking at her any longer would be an insult to the woman in front of him.
"You are quite smart and you don't have any inappropriate thoughts." The woman, Murong Xianxian, said.
The papermaker bowed his head and said, "I don't dare, this junior."
"No need to be polite, just follow my brother from now on."
Murong Xianxian waved his hand and said, "Wu Huan, just do whatever you want."
"Thank you, sister."
Ye Qing bowed his hands to Murong Xianxian, looked at the papermaker, and said frankly: "I want to plant a restriction in the soul of senior. As long as senior abides by the rules and promises, this restriction will not have any impact on senior. I hope seniors don’t mind.”
"Do I mind if it's useful?" The papermaker was reluctant, but did he have the right to refuse?
Sorry, he didn't.
So the papermaker relaxed his mind and said, "Master, please do as you please."
"Thank you for your understanding, senior." Ye Qing smiled slightly, his eyes gradually turned dark and deep, and a magic lotus emerged and bloomed in the darkness.
I saw that magic lotus, with dark petals and dark yellow stamens. It looked mysterious and mysterious, strange and majestic.
"What a weird and mysterious technique. Is it from legend? It's interesting!"
Murong Xianxian looked at the magic lotus in Ye Qing's eyes with a look of interest on his face.
When the magic lotus stretches, there is an invisible and mysterious power swaying away.
At the same time, Ye Qing slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the darkness and the magic lotus in his eyes had disappeared.
"Okay." Ye Qing said with a smile on his face, he held his hands to the papermaker and said, "Senior, please take care of me from now on."
"Zhang Quan, I've met the young master." The papermaker also bowed his hands to Ye Qing, but without him noticing, the hostility, resentment and vigilance towards Ye Qing in his heart had subsided a lot for no reason.
"Senior, you're welcome." Ye Qing smiled happily: "Senior, you can just call me Wu Huan from now on. Young Master or something like that is too outsider."
"Okay, then I'm welcome."
The papermaker had an inexplicable liking for Ye Qing: "Wu Huan, just call me Mr. Zhang."
"Okay... I'll have to work hard from now on." Ye Qing smiled and held the papermaker's arm. However, the papermaker, who always hated others being close to him, uncharacteristically turned a blind eye to Ye Qing's actions and didn't mind at all.
"My younger brother has so many secrets!" Murong Xianxian smiled like a flower as he looked at the papermaker, who had completely different personalities and was completely unknown to him.
"Now, only Gui Taisui is left."
After chatting with the papermaker for a while, Ye Qing seemed to be aware of it and looked into the distance.
"I hope you won't disappoint me either!"
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"Damn it, let him escape again!"
Xia Houzun raised his hand and cut the hill next to him in half. The vegetation on the hillside was instantly reduced to ashes: "These ghosts Tai Sui and Xuanyuan Kun are really good at running. They are like loaches..."
Ever since Gui Taisui and Xuanyuan Kun escaped from Donghua Mountain that day, he, Wan Lingxiao and the Long-Eyebrow Divine Monk had been in hot pursuit.
At that time, Gui Taisui and Xuanyuan Kun had been severely wounded by them. According to their thinking, these two people were at the end of their strength, and catching them would be a matter of ease.
But he never expected that Gui Taisui's cunning and Xuanyuan Kun's magical powers would make the two of them as slippery as loaches. They chased each other for nine days and nine nights, but still couldn't catch each other, even now The trace of the other party has been completely lost.
"Old monk, have you found any trace of them?"
Xia Houzun looked at the long-browed monk aside.
At this time, the long-browed divine monk manifested six eyes and eight ears, with eyes observing six directions and ears listening in all directions.
This is the magical power of Lanke Temple to observe the sky and listen to the earth. The six eyes can see the front, back, left, right, up and down, and the eight ears can listen to the southeast, northwest and all directions. You can see things in the surrounding heaven and earth, and hear the creatures in the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. It is the supreme magical power and secret technique for tracking and finding people.
Over the past few days, they have always been able to find their whereabouts when Gui Taisui and Xuanyuan Kun escaped without a trace. This was all thanks to the long-browed monk's magical power of observing the sky and listening to the earth.
