As time passed, Aning's belly bulged day by day and became much more obvious.
During this period, Wei Wuxi declined almost everything and just wanted to be with Aning all the time. Although the old Witch King had no choice but to turn a blind eye, after all, it was already certain that the former would become the Witch King. It's just a matter of time now.
"Ning'er."
"Um?"
"I've been thinking about a question these days."
"Really?" Aning's eyes lit up, "Could it be that Wuxi is also thinking about the child's name?"
"Uh..." Wei Wuxi was slightly startled. What Aning said was completely different from what he thought, but he didn't want to disturb the other person's interest, so he could only nod his head, "Yes! What do you think, madam?"
"Here! Look!" An Ning looked excited and handed Wei Wuxi a few pieces of paper. The words on them were densely packed with names.
Wei Wuxi has been busy with Wutu Cave recently, and has left behind the sequelae. He will get a headache when he sees such words, so he can only think of an excuse to deal with it: "Ning'er, I think the child's birthday has not been determined yet. Now It’s really too early to choose a name.”
"That's true..." An Ning didn't see the clue, so he folded the words neatly and put them away carefully.
"By the way, Ning'er." Changing the subject, Wei Wuxi still couldn't help but ask, "Have you encountered anything unclean recently?"
"Unclean?" Aning was puzzled, "Wuxi means..."
"Well...I heard someone say that you always talk to yourself when you are alone..." Wei Wuxi tried.
"..." After a moment of silence, Aning chuckled, "So you are worried about this kind of thing
! So I thought to myself, of course it was about naming the child! There are so many names on this paper, I always want to try which one sounds catchy and suits my heart! "
"Is that so?" Wei Wuxi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ouch..." Smiling, Aning suddenly covered his stomach.
"Ning'er! What's wrong with you?" Wei Wuxi looked shocked.
"It's okay, I just feel... I'm a little hungry suddenly." An Ning smiled slyly, "By the way, Wuxi, go to the stove and see how the blood-nourishing soup I cooked is doing."
"Okay!" In the Wutu Cave, there were only two people whose words could make him willing. One was the old Witch King, and the other was Huang Ningning.
After Wei Wuxi left, Aning raised his eyes and looked at the window: "Don't worry Qilin, your friend will be fine."
"I hope so." These days, Qilin walked around the Wutu Cave and confirmed that no one could see him except Aning.
He has a restless temper, so he comes to chat with Aning no matter what happens, and he learns everything about what happened over the years.
As soon as he woke up today, he felt that the atmosphere around him was a bit gloomy. It was the same as what he felt in Baixianju back then, with the storm coming and the wind filling the building.
"Come here! Protect the little Witch King!" Without warning, a cry suddenly sounded in the distance, and then there were crowds of people, noisy footsteps, and a clanking sound of fighting.
"Wuxi? What's going on outside?" Aning stood up in a hurry, but was stopped at the door by Qilin.
"The person who came here has a lot of Yin energy, be careful of disturbing the fetal energy!" Qilin's eyes were full of golden light, and he used a wave that only the two people in the room could detect.
The golden light shield covered them.
"Ning'er, don't be nervous, let me go over and take a look." Wei Wuxi called the two maids over with a wave of his hand, and then left in a hurry.
"Bold maniac! How dare you break into our Wutu Cave without permission. If you know what's going on, leave immediately, otherwise you won't blame us for being rude!" someone shouted from the Wutu Cave.
"You're welcome? Haha...Then I'd like to learn from you." The visitor's words were gloomy, and he was completely covered by a black cloak, making him very mysterious.
"Why are you talking so loudly when you're alone? What nonsense are you talking to him about! Do it!" Someone next to him could no longer hold back.
"Okay!" The decision was made in a few words, and the visitor was immediately surrounded by Wu Tu Ku disciples, like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.
"I've heard that Wu Tu Ku is the best at witchcraft and poison. If you have any skills, just use them!" the visitor urged, showing that he didn't care at all about the situation he was in.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clear sound of metal, stone and iron tools. Following the sound, he saw a piece of golden gold falling from the sky like a river, and it had already piled up into a hill in front of him.
The golden mountain was half-finished, and there were sweet smiles in his ears. He turned his head slightly and saw a field of birds and birds in front of him, which was dazzling.
In the middle of money and beauty, suddenly there is a clear spring flowing, and the sweet smell of wine is refreshing, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Seeing that the man was motionless, as if he was intoxicated, a group of Wu Tu Ku disciples were ready to raise their arms and shout.
"Haha... Not bad." A sneer came from under the black cloak, "It's a pity that you met me."
The man didn't do anything, he just tilted his head slightly and shook the black bell around his neck.
Although the bell does not
There was a slight sound, but the moment it started to shake, everyone was in a daze, and some of their hands and feet became weak and unsteady.
When the sound waves dissipated, the beautiful golden mountains on the left and right immediately turned into poisonous insects and scorpions, and the river of fine wine also turned into mottled poisonous snakes.
It turns out that all that just happened was just a witchcraft illusion.
The visitor waved the red and yellow flag in his hand, and the poisonous creatures that were advancing stopped one after another, as if they were pressed down by something and could no longer move at all.
"Ah! What's going on?" The group of Wu Tu Ku disciples looked astonished. This was the first time they had seen such a situation.
Seeing that this technique had lost its effect, some disciples suddenly took out a few straw man dolls from their arms, then murmured something in their mouths, and stabbed them with thin needles... Unfortunately, the man still didn't react. () ()
Just when a group of Wu Tu Ku disciples were helpless, someone suddenly gave them a reassurance.
"You are so powerful, and you actually bullied us, Wu Tu Ku!"
Wei Wuxi's voice suddenly sounded, and with a wave of his hand, the poisonous creatures resumed their actions, and then scattered in all directions.
"Great! As long as the Little Witch King takes action, this man will definitely die!" Seeing Wei Wuxi slowly walking towards the man, a group of Wu Tu Ku disciples clenched their fists excitedly.
After walking up to this person, Wei Wuxi raised his fist and hit the other person's chest.
"..."
The imagined scene did not appear. The visitor just swayed backwards and stood firmly on the spot.
"What...what's going on?"
"Isn't it possible that even the Little Witch King is no match for this person?"
Take a look at a group of Wu Tu Ku disciples
I look at you, your face is solemn.
"Palace Master Zhao is here, why don't you say hello to Mr. Wei in advance?" After a brief stalemate, Wei Wuxi suddenly laughed out loud.
"Hahaha... The little Witch King is busy with his affairs, so I better not cause trouble for you." The visitor took off his cloak, revealing a slightly pale face.
"Brother Zhao, please stop teasing me, please come inside." Wei Wuxi hurriedly separated everyone and led the visitor towards the room.
"What...is this going on?" A group of Wu Tu Ku disciples once again expressed doubts.
"Hiss! Ouch! I remembered it!" Someone suddenly slapped his head, "If I guessed correctly, this person should be Zhao Changsheng, the master of the Ghost Palace!"
"Zhao Changsheng? Isn't the master of the Ghost Palace Zheng Wuji?" Someone next to him was confused.
"You are talking about the incoming palace master!" The man from before continued to explain, "I heard that Zhao Changsheng's yang energy was particularly strong, so Zheng Wuji left him to help in Linlang Market, hoping that he would With the help of Red Phoenix, Yang Qi was raised to its peak..."
"How is it possible... Look at that man's gloomy appearance, but he doesn't look like he is full of yang energy?" someone interrupted.
"You guy, can you please listen to what I have to say!" The man glared at the other man and continued: "Don't you know the truth that everything must be reversed when it reaches its extreme?"
The arranged words were interrupted. This person didn't know how to proceed for a while. He could only continue the topic: "Don't talk about this... Do you know why Zheng Wuji was not selected by others, but Zhao Changsheng was selected?"
"Why?"
"Because Zheng Wuji was also a person with strong yang energy before!"
…
"Ning'er! Look who's coming?
"As soon as they arrived at the gate, Wei Wuxi burst out excitedly.
"Huh? Is it Brother Zhao?" They had crossed paths before at Linlang Market.
"What's your name, Brother Zhao? He's now the master of the Ghost Hall. He was so majestic just now!" Wei Wuxi said with a smile.
"You guys really don't want to suffer, and you actually sued me in front of my brothers and sisters..." Zhao Changsheng smiled helplessly, "We are finally even now, right?"
"Hahahaha..." Wei Wuxi was in a very good mood, "Brother Zhao, don't get me wrong, those brats have been very lazy recently. I was just thinking about how to teach them a lesson. It would be great to have Brother Zhao teach me!"
Seeing Huang Ningning about to leave the room, Wei Wuxi hurriedly stepped back a few feet: "Miss Ning'er, stay here for now!"
As he spoke, Zhao Changsheng stood the red and yellow flag on the ground, took off the black bell from his neck, and hung it on the hook of the flag.
As soon as the bell left his body, Zhao Changsheng's originally pale face suddenly turned red, and his whole person returned to his normal appearance again.
"Huh? This thing is so magical!" Wei Wuxi tentatively touched it with his fingers, but the black bell that was still emitting cold air just now turned hot all over his body, making it impossible for him to touch it again.
After confirming that his breathing was stable, Zhao Changsheng and Wei Wuxi returned to their previous positions.
"Miss Aning, you're fine!" Zhao Changsheng looked at Aning up and down. Although his expression was normal, there was something strange in his eyes.
"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for your concern. Please come in quickly!" Aning said with a smile, and then glared at Wei Wuxi, "What are you doing standing still?"
"Oh..." Wei Wuxi hurriedly looked away from the black bell
He moved the pan away and invited Zhao Changsheng into the room.
"Brother Zhao, what's the matter with your visit this time?" Although he was familiar with the other party, Wei Wuxi was still a little uneasy due to the latter's identity.
"Don't worry!" Zhao Changsheng saw the other party's concerns, "I'm here in a private capacity this time, not for official business."
"That's good, that's good." Wei Wuxi breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly patted his head, "Brother Zhao has been tired from traveling all the way. If there is nothing important, why not rest here for a few days?"
"It's hard to deny kindness." Zhao Changsheng smiled.
"Hahaha...Okay!" After receiving the reply, Wei Wuxi slapped his face, "Ning'er, you chat with Brother Zhao first, and I'll go get someone to arrange the meals."
Wei Wuxi attached great importance to Zhao Changsheng's arrival, and after saying that, he left in a hurry.
When Wei Wuxi left, Zhao Changsheng suddenly asked calmly: "If I guessed correctly, it was you who sent people to the far north, right?"
"Yes, what's wrong, Brother Zhao?" Aning was confused.
"I'm not asking you." Zhao Changsheng suddenly turned around, his body filled with murderous aura.
"Where did you come from, a lonely ghost? What's your purpose of hiding here?"
