Bailian never imagined that the thousands of tombs in this Soul-killing Mausoleum were actually the resting place prepared by the Lord of Snow City for the puppet he created.
Listening to Jiujiu's sighing tone, Baili looked at her calmly and said, "But you have thoughts after all, and so far, you have been acting for yourself.
Regardless of the order, even though your emotions are weak, after all, you have emotions similar to human beings. "
"Don't presume to judge me."
Jiujiu was not moved by his words, and his expression remained as calm as ever.
"Otherwise, I might let you taste the suffering first regardless of the consequences compared to the golden immortal Fengxu who has contaminated this land."
In such a situation, Balian would not take the initiative to cause trouble for her, "It was not my intention to break into the Soul Killing Tomb without permission.
When my mother's injury stabilizes, she will leave on her own. I hope Miss Ninety-nine can forgive me. "
"The puppet has no heart and no tolerance. I don't want to have another corpse of a corpse demon accompanying me in my lair."
Jiujiu raised her fingertips and tapped Balian's eyebrows. The soul fire suddenly went out, and she said calmly: "There is no coffin prepared for you here."
Bailian suddenly opened his eyes wide, his body was still hot, but the soul fire between his brows could no longer be summoned.
Seeing this, Ying Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jiujiu gratefully.
Bailian's face turned completely gloomy: "Don't bother me."
Jiujiu Dan said: "Although your method can barely keep her soul alive, your death will be a kind of torture for her.
Boy, if you die, many people will have a headache. "
The finger that pointed at Bai Lian's eyebrows did not retract, Jiujiu just looked at him in a bent posture.
Her voice was cold, and her eyes were particularly bright in the dim light of the surrounding souls, like a wolf catching prey at night under the long moon, giving rise to a dangerous and aloof beauty for no reason.
"I do have a way to help her take out those three golden needles, but I wonder if you have the consciousness to make the sacrifice?"
Yinghuo is the first-generation puppet. While possessing powerful destructive power, it also injects incomprehensible wisdom and knowledge into its master Xuefu.
Although it sounded ridiculous, Bailian couldn't question what Jiujiu said.
Just like he couldn't understand how Jiujiu rescued Xiao Bailong from the madman Jinxian Fengxu.
Balian looked at the finger that was withdrawn from the tip of his eyebrow. He slowly let go of Ying Ji, stood up and looked at Jiujiu, his expression gradually returning to calm.
He asked: "Why did you help me?"
Ninety-nine said: "I said, if you die, I will be very troubled. Of course, my kindness is not without cost.
I helped you today, but if I need it in the future, you must satisfy my request without any conditions. "
Balian didn't hesitate, looked at her with burning eyes, and said directly: "Okay."
Jiujiu raised his eyebrows and said: "You agreed so simply, but you still don't know what price you will have to pay to save Ying Ji."
Bailian lowered his eyes and said, "In the face of my mother's life, any price is nothing more than this."
"Don't talk too much yet." Jiujiu opened his palm, ignited his own soul fire, cut half of it, and flicked it into the center of Bai Lian's eyebrows, and said calmly:
"The strange golden needle is a strange and evil thing. If you want to restrain it, you can only force it out with pure Yang and strong energy.
I think Jinxian Fengxu wanted these three golden needles to absorb enough essence in Ying Ji's body, then take them out and put them into his own body, and finally force them to practice together.
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"On the contrary, if the power of dual cultivation is used to accumulate the body in advance, the strange Yin Gu transformed by the three golden needles will automatically leave the body and retreat like a natural enemy, avoiding snakes and scorpions."
"Cough..." Bailian interrupted her with a slight cough, his eyes avoiding Ying Ji's cold expression.
Unconsciously, he looked towards Bailiyu who was unconscious on the ground.
"You don't have to look at Baili Yu, he can't do it." Ninety-nine ruthlessly shattered Baili'an's thoughts.
The corners of Balian's mouth twitched, with a strange expression: "How do you know he's not good?"
Jiujiu raised her knife and chopped it on Balian's head. She glanced down and her tone became colder:
"Stop your rude thoughts, Ying Jigui is the daughter of the Immortal Emperor, and her bloodline is noble and extraordinary.
Although Bailiyu is extremely talented, he is still a mortal entering the immortal world.
In terms of blood, he couldn't suppress Ying Ji. Even if his energy, blood and soul were exhausted, he might not be able to force out a golden needle. "
Balian felt that what she said was equivalent to not saying anything, so he frowned and said, "Not to mention the critical situation at this moment, I simply cannot leave this Soul-killing Mausoleum.
Even if I can leave, where should I go to find the descendants of the Immortal? "
This time, Jiujiu said nothing, but stared at Bailian with his clear black and white eyes as cold as gems.
The guidance implications are extremely strong.
Under such gaze again, Bailian's scalp felt numb and his heart was turned upside down.
"What are you thinking in your stupid head?!"
Jiujiu looked at the furious Bailian with a cold expression that was difficult to sympathize with: "You are wrong. The power of dual cultivation can be between you and others."
"Other people...there are no other people here..."
Balian paused for a moment and looked at Jiujiu with a strange look on his face: "You wouldn't say you were referring to yourself?"
He had never seen anyone volunteer so actively in this area.
The more Ying Ji heard this, the more she felt something was wrong.
This strange woman appeared out of nowhere and was actually trying to persuade her son to do that kind of thing with her...? !
Simply appalling!
Ying Ji's face was livid and extremely ugly: "Where did this bastard come from, how dare you covet my son!"
"Xiao An, this woman has evil intentions and treacherous words. Don't believe her nonsense! She is coveting your body! How can I, who is of the great Emperor Jiuyou's blood, get involved with these weird women!
Auntie has been in this world for thousands of years, and has long since lost sight of life and death. You must not commit yourself to a thief just for the sake of Auntie’s safety! "
It does not make sense……
This makes it sound like he is just a helpless little wife who is being forced into prostitution by bullies.
Ying Ji was eager to protect her cub, fearing that he would really agree, so she would struggle to get up.
Mo Yue moved a little more anxiously, pulling on the wound on his back. Heat surged in his chest, and he couldn't help but spurt out a stream of blood from his mouth, spreading the warmth between Bai Lian's sleeves.
Balian looked horrified, she was so frightened that she quickly got up and went to help her.
Jiujiu didn't mind Ying Ji's words, "The mind is evil and the words are evil."
She consoled her in a calm voice: "Empress Zhongyou must be able to live and let go."
Ying Ji screamed, wishing she could eat this bastard alive: "Get out!"
I have never seen such a shameless person.
After he finished rolling, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
Ying Ji was so weak that it was difficult to even open her eyelids.
Before she could roll away, she opened her palms, and soul fire jumped from them.
"Why react so violently? I'm not interested in your little son's body.
Boy, this is my soul fire. Although it is a dual cultivation, there is no need for a substantial relationship. Soul cultivation is also a form of dual cultivation.
Let go of your spiritual consciousness and communicate with your soul, and you can understand this way. "
Bailian has no opinion on this
, he and Jiujiu Ben had a cooperative relationship. He knew that the reward she would ask for in the future would be huge, and he was not polite to her.
He tapped his eyebrows with his fingers and absorbed the remaining half of the soul fire that Jiujiu gave him.
"That's it, we can get started."
"My son Xiao'an..." Ying Ji's voice was sad, and she sang out the desolation of a young son selling himself to bury his mother.
The doll woman spread her arms towards Balian. Although she didn't need to do anything, she still needed a hug.
Ninety-nine is a doll that is unemotional. She doesn't know morality or shame, and she doesn't have the shame-avoidance of her daughter's family.
His expression was as calm as if he was dealing with some simple official business.
Her attitude made Balian feel hesitant and uncomfortable.
Jiujiu sighed softly: "So, if you read too many books of sages, you will have more worries. Human emotions are really complicated."
She shook her head and came to Balian, squatted down, took his arm and asked him to squat down too.
The hem of the woman's clothes spread out like a red lotus. She stretched out a delicate hand like cold jade, and her movements were as graceful as picking leaves and flowers, gently twirling the soul fire between his eyebrows.
At this moment, Balian's mind seemed to be captured by her finger, and all the senses gathered at the fingertip.
Her fragrant breath spread between her fingers, entangling him with a somewhat soft consciousness and posture.
Strangely, even though there was no unnecessary physical contact, Balian couldn't help but the blood flow accelerated.
Her consciousness was like a fine feather, slowly and unhurriedly controlling his body and mind, as if she could no longer belong to her.
At the same time, her ninety-nine senses were in sync with him, and she looked at Balian's increasingly red face with clear eyes.
She sighed softly and raised her cold face. There was no shyness that a woman should have on her face.
His tone was serious, as if he was talking about some important research:
"You can't accomplish anything because of your worries. I'm kind-hearted in helping you. You're a man, so why do you have to be so awkward and pretentious like a little girl?"
"You are a woman, so you don't have any worries about what you say or do."
Ninety-Nine sneered: "I am an unintentional doll, shaped by a human using special spiritual materials. The idea that you use human emotions and desires to restrain me is truly ridiculous."
She looked up at Balian and said seriously: "In the black market of Shifang City, there are also unscrupulous talisman masters who will make some autocratic dolls that lack combat effectiveness, but the skins are particularly pleasing to the eye, which can be used by men for indulgence. Enjoyment.
When Xuefu originally created Yinghuo, he strived to be comprehensive and perfect, and to embrace the rich knowledge of the world.
Regardless of political strategy or the way of romance, they are also injected into our hearts.
I know what you are worried about? But I am not a human being after all, you just need to treat me as..."
Jiujiu paused for a moment, as if she was organizing her words. She looked up at Balian and said seriously:
"At this moment, in order to reach a consensus, you just need to treat me as a tool and use it to your heart's content."
She tilted her head slightly, glanced at Balian's hand, and said calmly: "I think it's easier to use me."
There was a hint of mockery and ridicule in his clear and cold eyes.
This was the first time that Balian faced a dual relationship with the opposite sex, and a woman could be so cold and rigid, with a businesslike look.
She was so free and open, and he couldn't continue to push her away, so he had to slowly let go of his consciousness without saying anything.
Although Jiujiu is a hard-hearted doll, he is serious and responsible when he is put into work.
A gentle, business-like smile appeared on her face, indicating that in order to make him relax without so much pressure, she patted Bailian's head benevolently.
"Well, he is such a good boy." He still had that cold and emotionless tone.
This weird woman.
Not to mention how awkward Bailian felt.
The two of them knew each other for a long time. Suddenly, it seemed that she had reached a critical moment, and she was pushed by Jiujiu's hand.
His back was pressed against the cold stone wall, like a naughty student who was finally caught by his teacher by his pigtails, and could only stand in the corner of the wall in an orderly manner.
Kankan stood firm, and the woman's body, which seemed to be slightly cold with spring water, pressed against Bailian's chest like a boneless body.
She was not thinly dressed, but through her clothes, Balian could still feel the soft, cloud-like atmosphere.
She looks so slender in stature, but she is a hidden master.
Balian frowned slightly, not used to being in such close contact with her, and wanted to retreat back.
But she had the foresight to push him into the corner, and there was no room for him to give in.
She pressed against the wall and knelt down on him like this. She was clearly a woman, but she was no lower than Bai Lian and could look at him calmly.
When he was in contact with this woman on weekdays, even though she didn't show it on the outside, Balian could feel a restrained and domineering aura around her.
Now with such close contact, it is even more obvious.
Her innocent brows had a calm and charming look on her face, and she supported him with one arm on the wall.
Her eyebrows were wide open, and the soul fire was connected with the soul fire, absorbing and intersecting as much as she could.
An ambiguous, intimate and lingering feeling suddenly arises in the soul.
Balian couldn't help but groan and gasp. Different from the joy of the body, this kind of collision between soul and soul was even more difficult to resist.
Jiujiu's expression was indifferent, as if he was not affected at all. He even stretched out his fingers indifferently, and scratched his rounded nails back and forth on Bai Lian's chin like a cat.
Balian could hardly stand and slid down the wall.
Ninety-Nine Danding took action, held his waist, and stabilized his body.
She looked deeply into Bai Lian's increasingly moist eyes with interest, and said with a smile: "I can somewhat understand Fang Geyu's happiness."
Ying Ji fell on the rattan bed and couldn't move. From this angle, she could only see the figure of the woman.
He didn't know the little movements in her hands at all, but just listening to her incoherent words, he couldn't help but blush with anger.
Is this treating her son as a face?
No matter how good my relationship with that Xuefu City Lord was in the past, I couldn't help but scold her thousands of times in my heart.
She secretly thought that she was the most serious person, so how could she create such a non-decent doll, and then make such an inconspicuous doll based on her own face.
From this point of view, it almost looked like her old friend was playing with her young and ignorant son.
As an old mother, how could the Empress not be anxious?
Balian blushed because of her shameless words, and he looked at her sideways: "Isn't it fun to tease people?"
Jiujiu muttered: "Observing human beings is one of my pleasures."
