Xiuxian Supreme in the city

Chapter 377 The Last Chance

As the focus of the incident, Ye Liushang stayed alone in the room, calmer than anyone imagined.

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Ye Liushang didn't even think too much about An Yan's death. He sat quietly cross-legged in the refining formation, refining primordial energy, spraying light from his fingertips, and kept pouring towards the nine jade beads and seven jade lotus carved last night. On the lamp, an obscure divine pattern is engraved.

The nine jade beads and seven jade lotus lanterns are the main body of the Tianji Formation.

"The material of these magic tools is okay, but the dao pattern is too thick and shallow, so it's not very interesting to keep them."

During this period, Ye Liushang also took out several Qiankun bags, and took out all the contents inside. After being forcibly ingested soul essence, each piece of magic weapon shattered in front of Ye Liushang. For powder.

If Mr. Yan and the others were still alive, they would probably vomit three liters of blood after seeing this scene.

Those magic tools that the practitioners of the Jietian sect regarded as treasures are now being used by Ye Liushang in the most brutal way.

After Ye Liushang murdered and robbed, he didn't feel the ecstasy of getting a treasure, but like cleaning up junk and using it, he took away his soul and fueled the main body of the secret array.

On the contrary, Ye Liushang valued those elixirs picked or planted in the monastic mountains, and kept them all in his pocket.

"Huh? These two spirit treasures are not bad. It's a pity to destroy them, and there is still room for some changes. I will refine them again when I find time and give them to you two."

Ye Liushang decided to leave Hongjin and Yu Wanyou for self-defense when he was left with an exquisite sword and a simple folding fan.

"I want that beautiful little sword, hee hee!"

The little cutie was already drooling, and immediately chose what she liked.

"Thank you, master."

That simple folding fan belongs to Hong Jin.

The big and the small obviously don't care much about the movement outside.

……

The whole day passed, and Ye Liushang never went out.

At night, the moon and stars are rare.

Mo Xi sat on the roof in a daze. Miss Bai Tian's words touched her a lot. Even now, this cold-blooded queen still couldn't figure out the reason behind it.

Feng Wu grabbed her arms, Yingying came over, shook her head and sighed: "Don't think about it, you can do what Miss tells you."

"Senior sister, do you believe that Ye Xiaozi didn't kill anyone?"

Mo Xi turned around and asked some inexplicable questions.

"I do not know what to say."

Feng Wu stepped forward and sat beside her, as if she was talking to herself: "Now all the details show that An Yan did die under the hands of this kid, but somehow I feel that this guy is not like It's a lie."

"Senior sister seems to have changed a lot about this person."

Mo Xi was a little depressed.

"I admit it. I think it's impossible for me to investigate the matter of Qin Lu's old fox."

"Senior sister thinks this guy has been hiding his cultivation from us?"

"That has nothing to do with strength, or in other words, it has nothing to do with strength at the level of pure force. It's a skill that I can't explain clearly. There are also the grievances of the fairy gate, Ah Zhen, the doom of the eternal grandmother, and the recent little demon. question."

Feng Wu's eyes were deep and shining brightly.

Mo Xi was suddenly in a daze.

What the senior sister said is right, which of those existences is not a thousand times stronger than ordinary cultivators?Looking back now, it can't be luck every time.

After being silent for a while, Mo Xi looked at Feng Wu seriously and asked, "Then according to senior sister, how can Ye Xiaozi break through An Yan's death? Can you call An Yan's ghost back and speak up for him?"

"With An Yan's aptitude, if he dies in vain around the time of day shortage, he will definitely become a Yin spirit, but unfortunately... An Yan died under the power of an eleventh-grade treasure talisman. The souls are all scattered, and An Yan has no chance to become a ghost."

Feng Wu sighed, this question was what bothered her.

Because even Feng Wu herself didn't know, how could Ye Liushang break this deadlock now.

"If there is no proof of death, Boss Yang and the others will definitely not give up."

Mo Xi didn't know that An Yan was already out of his wits, and after asking, it only increased his distress.

"With the young lady's current eyesight, she must be able to see the situation. Why does she still give Ye boy two days? Does she want to give Ye boy another chance?"

Seeing that even the senior sister thought that it was difficult to find the truth about this matter, Mo Xi gritted his teeth and couldn't help but tell what had been on his mind all night.

Feng Wu looked at her with meaningful eyes, shook her head and said: "You are wrong, Miss is giving Sihu one last chance, and I am actually not worried about Ye Xiaozi, but for Boss Yang and the others. I'm sweating."

"what?!"

Mo Xi's eyes widened, and she suddenly seemed to understand something.

Everyone in the world calls Miss Tianxian, so it is inevitable that they will subtly feel that Tianxian must be holy and just, but if this kind of thinking is a mistake, many things will be completely different with Tianxian's temperament.

"I'll go to the place where An Yan died again to see if I can find any clues. The Tang family is currently troubled by internal and external troubles, and the four tigers can't leave."

Mo Xi got up abruptly, flew towards Moon Lake, and disappeared into the night.

……

The moonlight shone in the garden behind the building, as bright as washing.

Liu Yan was meticulously trimming the bonsai. Around her, the potted plants on the wooden frame were vigorous and beautiful. At night, it seemed to be shrouded in a halo and filled with mist.

"Ma'am, your ginseng soup."

A maid came over with a porcelain cup and greeted him respectfully.

"Thank you, leave it at that."

Liu Yan nodded and smiled gently.

The maid hesitated for a while, then whispered: "The weather is turning cold, madam, let's drink while it's hot..."

For some reason, this maid who often delivered nutritional supplements for Liu Yan recently came here tonight with a slightly unnatural expression on her face, and her brows frowned.

"Okay, I'll let you worry about it."

Liu Yan was very polite, she put down the scissors and walked over to sit down.

"There is ginseng soup, give me a bowl too."

Zhao Xiaoman came over with a grin, and jumped off the little maid.

The little maid's face suddenly turned pale, and she said timidly: "Mr. Zhao, this is for Madam..."

"It's okay, Auntie can't finish drinking anyway."

Zhao Xiaoman took the spoon on his own, going to have a taste.

"Ha ha."

Liu Yan nodded and chuckled affectionately. This Mr. Zhao's informal appearance moved her from the bottom of her heart.

But as soon as Zhao Xiaoman lifted the lid of the porcelain cup, Liu Yan couldn't help but frowned, and subconsciously shouted: "Don't drink it yet, this ginseng soup..."

The little maid trembled.

"Is this ginseng soup stewed well?"

Zhao Xiaoman looked at Liu Yan, and she looked at Tang Se, feeling okay.

Liu Yan's face was a little embarrassed, perhaps because of her recent self-cultivation, her facial features are much sharper than before, the ginseng soup is full of fragrance, and she looks very sophisticated in all aspects of the fire, but it smells a little uncomfortable, I don't know Why.

"Then let the kitchen make another one."

Zhao Xiaoman greeted the little maid without thinking.

Liu Yan hesitated for a while, but shook her head and smiled: "Forget it, maybe I feel a little bit unwell because of the wind and cold." As she spoke, she wanted to take a spoon to serve a bowl for the two of them.

Liu Yan heard a lot of gossip during the day, at this juncture, she didn't want to be criticized by others, and she didn't want to cause any trouble to her son, even if the ginseng soup tasted a bit off, it's okay to bear it and drink two bowls.

But at this moment, there was an eager shout in the air, but there was no one around.

"Don't drink it! This ginseng soup is very popular, it must have been spit on!"

Yu Wan floated there, with her hands on her waist, staring at the little maid angrily.

"What courage!"

Zhao Xiaoman naturally knew that it was the little female ghost who was talking, and when he heard this, his expression darkened, and he swept towards the maid angrily.

(End of this chapter)