My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

The cold wind in July caused the red lanterns on the porch to sway. The guards wearing long swords walked back and forth, and the sound of the soles of their boots scraping against the ground was particularly clear in the dead night.

Crickets kept chirping in the grass, and Yan Conngling silently counted their steps. From left to right, right to left, it’s the same every time…

No matter how real the puppet is, it is still fake after all.

Turning his head and looking at the girl's stern face, Lou Qixue asked in a low voice, "All of them?"

Yan Conngling shook his head, "A few of them should be real, but most of them are puppets. Not all of them come from Yunshan, some of them should be guards in the palace."

Yunshan adopts orphans, so even if there is something wrong, it is difficult to find out.

And these guards are just trying to fool people, making it even more difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

"These puppets have evil energy in them. If they stay for a long time, they will only make the zombies stronger." Lou Qixue looked like she was the one who made the decision.

"So what now? Just go in?"

Yan Conlingjiu had completely woken up and said in deep thought, "Put me down first."

He did as he was told.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she reached for the Qiankun bag at her waist. The faint golden light of the talisman loomed in the dark night, and finally disappeared into the group of fireflies not far away.

“It is better to catch a turtle in a urn than to scare a snake.”

Since the other party's goal is the ten corpses that have not yet been purified. I want to use evil puppets to re-raise these evils.

Then she would simply use the trick and add another layer of formation. The corpse evil can be raised, but at the cost of physical consumption, it will turn into ashes in less than three days at most.

"Yunshan Forbidden Technique?"

Lou Qixue recognized that formation of gestures at a glance. Lou Qixue regretted what she blurted out subconsciously and looked at her cautiously.

Fortunately, the other person's expression didn't change much, just as if he had lived a long life.

"This is what Master taught me."

Those golden lights from before were like fine threads, winding inward in corners that no one noticed.

It became fainter and fainter, and finally submerged completely into the ground.

Yan Conling rarely told him, "I begged the master for a long time, and no matter how hard I tried, he refused to agree. But later, when he woke up, he was suddenly willing to teach me, and he took the initiative himself."

Her master's behavior has always been like this, making people confused about what he will do next.

However, one thing is certain.

Everyone in Yunshan Mountain loved and protected her, and the price of the forbidden technique that Xuanyuezi refused to teach must be unbearable.

So when he saw the girl draw her sword and point the tip of the sword at his heart, Lou Qixue stepped forward and pushed her against the tree trunk behind him without even thinking.

This time the force was a bit too strong. Yan Conling grunted, looked at him in confusion, stretched out her hand to push his arm away, "What are you doing? The formation won't be completed when the time is up."

Lou Qixue didn't move at all. He only approached her and asked, "Do you need to press the blood pressure with your heart?"

He had rarely been so forceful with her.

This kind of protective posture usually means she gets hurt.

Not retreating but advancing, he turned his palms and clasped his slender wrists. With the other hand, he grabbed the natal sword in her hand and put it against his heart.

Yan Conling was stunned and looked up at him.

The trees are shaded, with their backs to the moonlight, and only a faint outline of the bright moon is outlined. In the darkness, he came closer, almost touching her face.

"The time is coming, tell me quickly, yes or no?"

"Yes……"

Upon hearing the previous sentence, Yan Conling nodded without hesitation. The moment she finished speaking, she heard the subtle sound of flesh being cut open by a sharp blade.

A faint fishy-sweet smell permeates the air.

The blood in the heart is not just the blood in the heart, but also the essence and blood condensed with cultivation. The figure in front of him shook, and Yan Conling hurriedly supported him.

She seemed to be born to defeat him. Since following her, Lou Qixue has never been full of health. Either he has residual blood, or he is on the road to residual blood. The last time I didn't take good care of it, it will be hit hard again soon.

This time it was Yan Conling's turn to support him.

Sighing softly, she said with a helpless tone, "It's not like I can't do it myself."

The reason why Xuanyuezi was unwilling to teach her in the first place was simple.

As long as it was a move that could hurt the enemy by 1,000 and damage himself by 800, he would not teach him. Because Yan Conngling is ruthless to others, and he is also ruthless to himself.

But now, everything has shifted to Lou Qixue.

He was still arrogant, "I am the Millennium Demon King, how can your little pains compare to that?"

Yan Conling stuffed the pills in her hand.

The two quickly left quietly.

The clear light filled Qingshi Street, and Lou Qixue still had that blood on her body. Just when she was about to tear off her clothes and bandage them up, there was a sudden sound behind her.

Yan Conling's expression changed, she reached out to hold him, and hid in the grass behind her.

The wound that was not bandaged originally was pulled like this, and a little bit of red seeped out from under the clothes. Lou Qixue groaned, her face turning pale in pain.

The girl pressed one shoulder lightly on his back and did not notice anything wrong with him. She only focused on the group of patrolling guards not far away.

The sound of clashing weapons pierced the silent night, mixed with the sound of dogs barking.

The imperial city had no flying tiger beasts, so they replaced them with human beings and spirit dogs.

Looking at the huge figure at the front of the team, Yan Congling frowned.

It's steamed buns.

The guardian spirit beast of the Demon Suppressing Tower.

The thick iron chain clattered on the ground, and the other end stretched long into the distance. The leader is holding the chain in the middle, leading it forward.

Anyone who can guard the Demon Suppression Tower cannot be a good person. It's just that steamed buns are special and are not offensive in most cases, except...

The giant dog, which was all white without a trace of color, suddenly flapped its wings on its back. At the moment of opening and closing, the group of people were blown away by the strong wind and subconsciously squinted their eyes in recognition.

Only Yan Conngling could clearly see the spreading darkness under its armpits.

Without thinking, he strode forward.

The commander was startled, drew his sword and shouted at her, "Who is it? Be bold!"

Under the night, the girl was graceful and graceful, with a fire burning on her fingertips, "It's me."

"Miss Yan?"

The other party put away the knife and was a little surprised, "Is something wrong?"

He was not surprised that Yan Conling appeared here so late. After all, he was a well-known patrolling maniac in the Imperial Capital.

"this."

Pointing to the white dog that he had taken the initiative to lie down on, Yan Congling said, "It can't be taken out."

The commander hesitated, "But, but this is the will of the Holy One..."

It's hard to disobey your orders, you have to obey them. Yan Conling only said slowly, "Last time the flying tiger beast injured the Seventh Prince, my second senior brother almost went to jail. The thing you are holding now is something more dangerous and cruel than the flying tiger beast."

Yue Lingheng still had the Seventh Prince's Palace and the Great Prince's Palace to intercede, but he did not have the same backing.

Cold sweat was pouring from his forehead, and the commander clenched his hands tightly, "Please give me some advice, girl."

Disobeying the order is a capital offense.

Compliance is also a dead end.