My princess Lu Ziye

Chapter 1236 1246 Brave brat, court death!
The man was looking at the two with narrowed eyes, with a cinnabar color between his brows, which became more and more alluring in the firelight.

Shangguan Yanwan and Yun Yifei stood side by side, looking at him with a hint of vigilance.

Just as the two were facing each other, a shout suddenly came from the door.

"Sister, it's not good, my gold screen was snatched by that devil!"

It was Siyu and Youshuang who were robbed halfway.

When Xianjun heard the word "devil head", his face fluctuated, his bewitching red lips were slightly parted, and the tone rolled out of his tongue was like a cold winter wind, which made people tremble.

"Bold brat, court death!"

As soon as the voice fell, his body turned around, and his arms stretched several feet in an instant, and he grabbed Siyu who was coming at a high speed.

Shangguan Yanwan and Yun Yifei moved at the same time.

Yun Yifei flicked his sleeves, and countless yellow talismans flew out, building a wall in front of Siyu. The runes on it glowed red, blocking the way of his arms.

Shangguan Yanwan was ahead of his arm, took advantage of Yun Yifei holding him back, and dodged to the door, swiping her long sword and beheading a few baby spirits.

"Meiwu, Sirou, take them away quickly! Siyu, Youshuang, these little baby spirits will be handed over to you!"

Mei Wu and Sun Sirou nodded at the same time, and pulled them away quickly.

Siyu and Youshuang had just arrived and wanted to say a few words to her, but when they looked up, they found that she had arrived beside Yun Yifei.

Siyu was a little annoyed, and pouted, "Huh, my sister really likes the national teacher a little bit more, and doesn't say a word to him."

Feeling angry and smelling of vinegar, he picked up the Huangquan shovel, and clicked off a baby spirit's head.

She also kept crushing the ground with her feet while chanting words.

"You bad bastards, I took you to reincarnation with good intentions, but you avenged your kindness and dared to attack my sister, then don't blame me for bullying children!"

Youshuang looked at the deformed head on the ground, the corners of her mouth twitched, but she didn't say anything, she just picked up her five-poison meteor hammer and smashed the dog's head of a baby spirit, her ferocious appearance was no worse than Siyu's .

Here, Siyu and Erling are fighting Yingling, while Shangguan Yanwan and Yun Yifei are dealing with Xianjun over there.

The wall made of talismans was pulled by the arm, like a piece of cloth, instantly deformed.

Xianjun looked at Yun Yifei and chuckled, the corners of his mouth were full of sarcasm.

"Your skills are at most similar to your father's. You are not my opponent at all. If your grandfather is here, you may be able to fight with me, so don't overestimate yourself."

Seeing this, Yun Yifei didn't even frown. He originally wanted to stop him and give the people by the door a chance of survival. He didn't think that a simple talisman wall could stop him.

He looked at the frightened Xianjun, without any fluctuation on his face, but slowly pulled out a pen from his sleeve.

When Xianjun saw the pen in his hand, his eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he chuckled.

"I didn't expect the Blood Soul Pen to be in your hands, but thinking about it, the so-called heirloom of the National Teacher's Mansion, who else can I give it to besides you, hehe, pass it down from generation to generation, go to the motherfucker's generation!"

What Yun Yifei holds in his hand is the Blood Soul Pen, which is used to draw talismans. It looks no different from other pens on the outside, but in fact it looks like a pen but not a pen. , No front is better than a front.

The power of the talismans drawn with the blood soul brush is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary brushes, and he will only use them to deal with such difficult monsters.

I don't know why, when Xianjun said that the national teacher's mansion was passed down from generation to generation, the coldness around him suddenly increased several times, and he was full of resentment, as if he was stimulated.

Why does he care so much about this?
(End of this chapter)