Half-Tried Deity

Chapter One Hundred Seventy Five

I'm cold, I hurt~

When Qi Huan ate the chicken neck. §

§The battlefield has moved to the air. The strange thing is that no one was disturbed by such a big movement.

Looking up at the blue sky and the still hot sun, Qi Huan hit a thunderball the size of a ping pong ball with his right hand. After a short time, the gray thunderball flew as if it had encountered some obstacle, and was directly bounced back.

Enchantment! Holding the little thunder ball, letting the grey leis wrap her slender white fingers, Qi Huan sighed, she hated it.

Throwing the chicken bones into the pond scared the koi to scatter and fled, only the golden koi was still swimming lazily. Qi Huan stared at the big fish for a long time and finally didn't hold it back. She started.

As a result, the ground net had already covered the pond, and it was about to catch the fish. It jumped out of the water and even vomited, "You can't catch me, my meat is sour~"

Qi Huan stared at it fiercely, don't you say a few words for you, I can let you go, sour. The sour ones are eaten as sauerkraut fish without adding sauerkraut. Isn’t that good!

Qi Huan didn't mean to stop at all. Finally, the fish on the water compromised. Then Qi Huan saw an unforgettable scene that caused her to never eat fish again.

That carp actually grew its tail. The nine fluffy fox tails swayed in front of Qi Huan, but its upper body was still a fish, mother, monster~

Without saying a word, Qi Huan struck two thunders. The nine-tailed fish hurriedly dived into the water, but did not forget to scream, "Xiao Huan, stop~~~"

Qi Huan's tone is quite familiar. It looks like a little fox. How did the little fox become a fish... Does he think that the nine-tailed sky fox is not profitable, so he switched to being a carp?

Although this concept was in his brain, Qi Huan's hands didn't follow the brain's commands at all, and more than ten thunderballs crackled into the water.

Then, there was a smell of fish in the water~

"Xiao Huan~ you almost killed me~" struggling to change back to the shape of a fox, but the color of the little fox's fur turned back to black, just like when the two of them first met.

"Little fox? Why are you here and still pretend to be fish?" Qi Huan lowered the clouds on the bottom of his feet and fished the little fox out of the water.

As a result, she forgot that water is very conductive, so the little fox, which is not resistant to thunder, blows his hair again. At last. The little fox, who was shocked by the electric shock, leaned back into Qi Huan's arms unceremoniously, and began to tell her what happened over the years.

I don't know how long the little fox said, but when he finally finished talking, Qi Huan suddenly realized that Mo Ye and Huo Crow seemed to be still fighting. I don't know how the two of them are fighting? Even if Mo Ye's strength he believed absolutely, Qi Huan became a little worried after listening to the words of the little fox.

The generals are not as simple as she imagined, and the strength of the generals is comparable to the four beasts. Little Fox said that Mo Ye had spent a lot of effort to save her, and the difficulty of condensing the soul was far beyond her imagination. Mo Ye has not recovered now.

Seeing Qi Huan looking anxiously at the sky, the little fox yawned and huddled in Qi Huan's arms. It was all good things to say. Whether Mo Ye can get Qi Huan done depends on his methods.

Hey, it’s easy to be a fox. His owner happily died as a martyr. His life-linked pet was almost belching. If it hadn’t been for the Nine Girls in the past to leave a spirit of energy in him to protect him. Small life. And Mo Ye found a wisp of his ghost in the underworld in time, I'm afraid he didn't know what flowers and plants it turned into at that time.

When Mo Ye came to the human world, he also brought him over by the way, but there were too few places in the world with sufficient spiritual energy. Only in this Tiandao Pavilion there was a spiritual spring that could restore him. This spiritual spring can be regarded as unique. , Otherwise there will be no golden carp raised here, and Thunder will not come here to settle down.

It’s just that thunder has been here, so Mo Ye could only turn the little fox into a fish and put him in the spirit spring to prevent it from detecting it. As for the golden carp, it can only be said that its meat is too delicious, as a fish. It is normal for a carnivorous fox to not hold back.

The little fox was still petite, and Qi Huan casually tucked it into his sleeve and flew up with fear and fear on the cloud under her feet. She always felt a little worried.

Facts have proved that her worry is right. The last scene Qi Huan saw was that the fire crow turned into a huge bird, rushing towards the sky, Mo Ye planted directly from the sky with scars all over his body.

The little fox poked his head out of Qi Huan's sleeves, and saw Qi Huan's expression of horror drag Mo Ye, who was only half of his breath, back to the clouds, his big round eyes flashed a few times.

It seemed that he had noticed the little fox's breath. Mo Ye, who was still dead just now, turned his head while Qi Huan was not paying attention, and gave the little fox a vicious look. The little fox shook his body and shrank back to Qi Huan. In the sleeve.

Of course Qi Huan couldn't notice Mo Ye's small movements. She hugged Mo Ye tightly, her small face turned pale, and she hurriedly tore Mo Ye's broken clothes, looking at him with deep bone scars.

"Mo, Mo Ye. Wake up, wake up." Qi Huan's voice was choked, as if he could cry at any time. She covered the scars on Mo Ye's body with her small hands, but the bright red blood still flowed out along her fingers.

A normal person spurted blood like Mo Ye, even if he didn't die, he had lost too much blood and passed out now, but now he could reach out his hand to wipe the tears on Qi Huan's face, while comforting Qi Huan, let her not worry.

Sometimes women are very smart, but sometimes, I have to admit that their nerves are still very thick, and Qi Huan has not found anything wrong with the man in his arms from beginning to end.

"Ahem, Xiao Huan~~" Spouting a lipstick of bright blood, Mo Ye leaned weakly on Qi Huan, his face just buried in Qi Huan's chest.

"You, you say."

"Don't, don't be angry, okay, I didn't mean to deny you..." Mo Ye was already angrily at the moment, and the weak voice came into Qi Huan's ears intermittently.

"I know, don't say it, it's all my fault. It's my waywardness." Qi Huan wrinkled his face, tears streaming down. The little fox in the sleeve sighed a long, such a host, plus such a hostess, hey~ Although he is very optimistic about Qi Huan, but now, I have to say that Qi Huan is one foot taller, and Mo Ye is The magic is high.

He is a ghost, where is so much blood to shed. As long as there is grievance in this world, he will be immortal. And right now, even if he doesn't have to absorb grievances when he is cultivating, he can still shake a celestial general. If Mo Ye was hurt so badly just now, how could Fire Crow run so fast?

In fact, not to mention being given two punches by the Heavenly General, even if Mo Ye was chopped up and thrown into a frying pan, he could still appear in front of you in a few seconds. He couldn't die at all.

"Xiao Huan, I'm cold~" Mo Ye hugged Qi Huan in an inch, but Qi Huan didn't notice so much.

"Let's go back to the room." Qi Huan's voice fell, and the corners of Mo Ye's mouth, who was still vomiting blood on her chest, rose up, with a weird light shining in her eyes. How much he speaks.

After dragging Mo Ye back into the room, Mo Ye looked at him with pitiful eyes, his eyes looked like a frightened little rabbit, Qi Huan looked at Qi Huan carefully, "Xiao Huan, you can lie down with me A while?"

"But, your injury..." Although the bleeding has stopped, the wounds on Mo Ye's body are still terrifying. Although Qi Huan also knows that Mo Ye should not be in danger, she is still very worried.

"Ahem, no, it doesn't matter, can you stay with me for a while?" The clear eyes made Qi Huan's mouth unable to spit out any words of rejection.

"Okay, be careful." Qi Huan nodded earnestly, put Mo Ye on the bed, and then lay down beside Mo Ye obediently, "Does it still hurt?"

"Xiao Huan~" Mo Ye lay on the bed with blurred eyes and looked at Qi Huan nervously~www.readwn.com~ and stretched out slightly trembling arms, "Can I hold you, it hurts." Fart, A ghost of your girl, or a ghost, will feel pain. Lie children, in fact, they are really deceived. I don't know when the little fox who was thrown out of the room sat in front of the door with his legs crossed, scratching the door frame very uncomfortably, but the two people in the room had no time to take care of him.

Qi Huan was lying in Mo Ye's arms with a distressed look, and his little hand gently touched the scar on his body that was enough to split a person in half, his teeth biting his lower lip tightly, and his heart throbbed.

"...Xiao Huan...Lady..." Mo Ye whispered in Qi Huan's ear, as if he couldn't call enough. And he actually had to use that claw to tear her clothes clean. Hearing the tearing of clothes and silk in his ears, Qi Huan's face turned red and white.

At this time, even if Qi Huan was sluggish, she knew what was wrong. Mo Ye's pale complexion had long since returned to normal, and her voice had made up for her weakness. His hands and feet were on his body, and the entire octopus tied himself up. Feeling a powerful thigh that suddenly came in, Qi Huan almost jumped up with anger.

"You cheat!" Qi Huan raised his head and stared at Mo Ye viciously while restraining the restlessness in his body.

"Um... I'm afraid you will be angry, so don't want me." Mo Ye said without any guilt, he lowered his head and held Qi Huan's lips, but Qi Huan took a bite. After so many years, the bad habits still remain unchanged. Mo Ye sighed. Of course, he would not give up the fat in his mouth so easily.

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╮(╯▽╰)╭Forty tickets plus more probably will be issued in the middle of the night. . . . Let me think about it. . . . Everyone is waiting. . . . . I will see it tomorrow morning. . . .