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Chapter 1097 The Wrong Soul

"Suppressing souls, just stay quietly." After Helan Yunlian said indifferently, the original warmth in her eyes turned into a dignified look.

He opened his red lips lightly, and exhaled an icy blue breath.

The trace of breath followed the guidance and hit Yu'er's dantian.

Hearing a stern scream, Yu'er couldn't help but start to tremble, "Bastard, what did you do to me! My parents know, they will kill you!"

Helan Yunlian's five fingers were tense, and her left hand tightly pinched her wrist. Five silk threads penetrated Yu'er's body, flew out from her dantian, and wrapped around her fingers.

Gathering the mind, the palm slowly moves back and pulls the silk thread.

About half an hour later, Yu'er's abdomen began to glow with a milky white luster.

Yu'er kept yelling and cursing in pain, her whole body was soaked in hot sweat.

"What to do, what to do, Yu'er is crying..." Outside the house, the middle-aged man paced back and forth anxiously.

"That's not Yu'er at all," Tong Yuyan who was standing beside said suddenly, "Yu'er's mood has been very stable for the past five days, and she is obviously very happy to be able to practice. But now, instead of yelling and threatening, you still think , is she really our Yu'er?"

The middle-aged man was startled, and then he heard Tong Yuyan continue to say, "The authorities are obsessed but the bystanders are clear. We have not seen it through for so many years."

She put her palm lightly on the other's shoulder, and said softly: "Don't worry, I believe him..."

Yu'er, who was entangled in the silk thread, spoke with angry insults, Helan Yunlian tensed her nerves, forcing herself not to hear these voices, her eyes fixed on the pure white that was about to be pulled out.

As time passed, an elegant smell mixed into the entire space, and subtle fluctuations came out from the clear teardrops.

Yu'er screamed, her white eyes were turned upside down, and she looked hideous.

"Pfft!" The rich and elegant taste suddenly became violent, Helan Yunlian stared, and pulled her arm backwards, a round bead was pulled out of Yu'er's body.

She howled miserably, and collapsed to the ground.

After shaking the silk thread in her hand, Qing teardrops arced across the air and landed firmly in Helan Yunlian's palm.

Feeling the lingering warmth from the clear teardrops in her hands, Helan Yunlian breathed a sigh of relief.

On the night of the full moon, the broken soul that has been suppressed for five days will definitely appear under the influence of the moon tide, so that the soul he stripped out will not be mistaken.

Turning her thumb lightly, Helan Yunlian saw a black stain on the pure clear teardrop.

"It's a soul with negative emotions. If it is picked out, it will only look for the original owner." Helan Yunlian frowned. Such a dark soul, he had better get rid of it.

As soon as this thought came up, the teardrop in Qing's hand turned suddenly, Helan Yunlian was taken aback, and saw that black stain was thrown out by the teardrop.

He was startled, and watched the black spot drill into his body.

Seeing this, Helan Yunlian hurriedly spit out the Yin-Yang Eight Diagrams Bead. The moment she opened it, she saw the black stain directly mixed into the pure white Demon Spirit Bead.

"It's the benefactor's soul?!" Helan Yunlian said in a dumb voice, but he didn't expect him to miss it too.

The soul that Die painstakingly protected was not the queen of the Wanjin Dynasty.

Laughing dumbly, Helan Yunlian no longer knew whether to be happy or worried.

(End of this chapter)