I was vying for favor with four big daddy

Chapter 408

Tuanzi didn't realize it all at once, and was still wondering how could Brother Jingyun's mother still have a wisp of consciousness?
Just when she was in a daze, that blue-purple consciousness pierced her round face like a small knife.

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

As soon as Qian Shuang and Yingwei came to their senses, they rushed towards Tuanzi with their swords in hand.

Ming Wuci had never seen this thing before, and felt like a ball of will-o'-the-wisps. All will-o'-the-wisps that burned in broad daylight must be bad, so she pushed the ball away:
"Little Master, run away—"

But that ray of consciousness seemed to have eyes, and he didn't chase others, just followed Tuanzi.

When the dumpling ran, it flew; when the dumpling stopped, it rushed over again, and it seemed that it was about to get stuck——

Suddenly that ray of consciousness seemed to hit something, paused, turned around and ran away.

"Don't run away!"

Tuanzi followed behind with her little skirt in her hands, jumping up and down to reach her with her paws up: "Mrs. Xie, don't run, Tangtang won't hurt you."

The divine consciousness flew even faster, rushing towards the place where there was no one else, Tuanzi's short legs almost flew into the air, and he didn't catch it.

In the end, there was no other way, and a thousand lisuo ended the battle.

Tuanzi carefully brought back his consciousness, and saw Xie Jingyun looking at her with red eyes: "This is, is it mother?"

The consciousness bound by Qianlisuo jumped twice.

Tuanzi blocked a little bit with his paws, lest his consciousness escape again:
"Brother Jingyun, don't be afraid. This is Mrs. Xie's consciousness. It can feel you, but it can't speak, and it doesn't understand what you are talking about."

Xie Jingyun rubbed his face fiercely: "Isn't this the mother's soul?"

Tuanzi tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's not a big deal, it's Mrs. Xie's longing for the world, disgust or other emotions. Tangtang's magic skills are limited, so she can only see so much."

Xie Jingyun asked expectantly: "Then, with it, can mother come back to life?"

"No, Brother Jingyun," Tuanzi lowered his head, "You can't be resurrected after death, so don't be too sad."

Xie Jingyun's face turned pale: "Then little master sister, can you let go, let Jingyun touch your mother's consciousness?"

Tuanzi put his consciousness and Qianlisuo together in his palm:
"I'm sorry, Tangtang can only do this. If Madam Xie's consciousness is used by bad guys, it will hurt everyone."

Xie Jingyun shook his head, didn't say anything, just held his consciousness carefully, and burst into tears.

Qian Shuang and the others drove away the nearby people, surrounded the two children for a long time, and asked softly after making sure they were safe:
"Your Highness, what happened?"

Tuanzi took Qian Lisuo to a place where no one was around, and talked about his consciousness:
"Tangtang thinks that Mrs. Xie and Feng Weilan's experiences are the same. Could it be that his consciousness was also taken away and went to the Evil Army?"

Qian Shuang's face became serious: "Then it seems that Mrs. Xie's coffin cannot be returned to its original place."

"No, brother Jingyun and Mrs. Xie are not practitioners of magic arts. If they stay in the capital for a long time, their bodies will rot."

Tuanzi frowned and thought seriously for a long time: "Send more people to protect Brother Jingyun's safety, and if you encounter bad guys, catch them back."

Qian Shuang took the order to arrange the manpower.

Tuanzi was thinking about how to tell Xie Jingyun that the coffin could be taken away with the spiritual consciousness, otherwise there would be trouble.

Unexpectedly, Xie Jingyun returned Madam Xie's consciousness with tears in her eyes: "Sister Master, is it useful for you to hold mother's consciousness? Jingyun will give it to you."

Tuanzi picked it up carefully with his claws: "Tangtang will take good care of it. When it's safe, I'll send Mrs. Xie's consciousness back. Brother Jingyun, don't worry."

Xie Jingyun nodded heavily: "Jingyun knows."

"Also, elder brother Jingyun takes this hairpin with him, don't leave him for a moment."

Tuanzi took out a magic circle mahogany hairpin with golden lacquer characters chiseled from his pocket, and pinned it on Xie Jingyun's bun:
"It can protect brother Jingyun's consciousness from being taken away, be sure, be careful."

Xie Jingyun's face flushed slightly, he gave her a big gift, and left with Feng Chunlin's convoy.

Tuanzi put Mrs. Xie's spiritual consciousness into a small wooden bottle, and the body of the bottle was engraved with a spell in strange characters. When the spiritual consciousness was contained, the charm was still shining.

Following her Mingwu Ci, she was stunned for a while: "Little Master, sister, what is going on?"

Ming Wuci will soon be admitted to the Shadow Guards, and if she does well in the assessment, she will become a shadow guard, so Tuanzi trusts her, so she tells her about her spiritual consciousness.

Ming Wu was dumbfounded: "Ah, here, sister, little master, will you be in danger?"

Tuantuan touched the small bottle, pouted his mouth and shook his head: "Perhaps, if Feng Weilan and Mrs. Xie's consciousness are trained to be evil, everyone will be in danger."

The fathers in the palace, and the friends around Tangtang.

Although the evil spirit is dead, but because he still retains the memory of his life, once released, the first to attack are his relatives and friends, absorbing their spiritual consciousness to make himself stronger.

"So, it coincides with the origin of Gu poison."

When the dumpling returned to the palace, Ziwei Hall hadn't left yet, and the apprentices from Immortal Doctor Valley sent over the analysis of the Gu poison on the silver needles, and Su Qingyun had read it first.

That is to say, Emperor Zun Palace couldn't touch Tuanzi and Yangui, so it started to attack the people around them.

Whether it's disintegrating everyone's willpower, or a direct warning and threat, it shows that Emperor Zun can't wait, and is eager to get the Phoenix Bone and get rid of Yan Gui.

The more Su Qingyun thought about it, the more panicked she became, she took her fan and tapped Xiaotuan: "Where's your little bastard brother?"

"Brother Yangui, huh—"

Tuanzi Chuichui the newly made golden hairpin in his hand: "He went to Bieyuan to recuperate. He has been in poor health recently, but he was still fine last year."

Gong Ziyun's expression was not good: "Are you making this a gift for him again?"

Dare to say yes, break it immediately.

"No," Tuanzi got up from the cushion and pinned the hairpin on his head, "I made it for rich dad."

As a direct disciple of the face-changing trick, Gong Ziyun's expression changed from gloomy to beaming, which can be described as a seamless transition.

Wearing a hairpin, he called together all the palace people in Chenyue Palace, men and women lined up in two rows, and asked one by one:

"The hairpin Tang Xiaoguai made for me, is it pretty?"

"Is there any temperament?"

"Does it seem that my son is extraordinarily romantic?"

"..."

The palace people were almost driven crazy, and they answered his questions feebly.

The dumpling on one side was jingling on an iron hairpin, ignorant of his father's behavior like a mad rabbit.

The young master Yun was as beautiful as heaven, until he saw Tang, the daughter of the blood relative, with his own eyes, and pinned a silver hairpin on Xuan Mo's head.

(End of this chapter)