The Harem Rescue Project

Lin Qianshuang Zizai Lingyun Pavilion met with the genius doctor Bai, who was incarnation of Xuan Luoqian, always felt that she was a bit like the woman who took the shark pearls in the sea and kicked her into the water. Only now I know that they are the same. people.

She patted the dust on her clothes and stood up. The group of shadow guards walked by her sides as if she was like air without squinting their eyes. They turned into a few miscellaneous foxes and went to guard outside the temple.

On the rusty Buddha statue, a spider was spinning and climbing on the spider web, and a few icy moonlight appeared in the crack of the door, and the surrounding environment could be seen vaguely. This seems to be a ruined temple that has been abandoned for a long time. The gold leaf on the temple’s pillars shattered. The two copper lamp candle wicks in the memorial table were half-burned, and a layer of black and gray lamp oil was solidified. The fruits on the dishes were shriveled and black. There are also a few dead mice lying half-rotting on the shattered tiles falling from the eaves.

Lin Qianshuang righted the two copper lamps from the confession, and was about to draw two fire symbols to light a half of the candle. A bright warm light was shining from behind. She turned around and surrounded by six eternal lamps burning shark oil. Show them.

"It's enough to have an eternal light. Your qi sea is half the size of an eggshell. If you go crazy again, you can use even less devil qi."

Half of Xuan Luoqing's face was slowly revealed in the darkness, her red eyes turned black again, and there were no eye-catching runes on her cheeks, her face was beautiful and peaceful, and her body was elegant and quiet, Mo Lin sat on a rush of grass. On the woven round mat, the hem of the black dress was scattered in an arc due to the fluctuation of her magical power, and the ribbon at the tail of the skirt was floating and condensed on the ground like water patterns, occasionally floating slightly with the overflowing spiritual power, nine fluffy and furry white The foxtail drooped behind her.

The demon spirit has faded a lot, not paying attention to the few foxtails, the temperament as light as the orchid makes Lin Qianshuang feel that the person in front of him is a sense of being cast into the world. He thought that the Demon Emperor in front of him was a profound fairy in the human world.

Lin Qianshuang sat opposite Xuan Luoqing without any fear, and said, "What is your purpose for arresting me? It's better to just say it, don't worry about it."

"Also, who are you? Why is that Lingyun Pavilion's white genius doctor looks so much like you, but your temperament is so bad. One is irritable and bad-tempered, but now it seems to be a different person. It's like a change of soul."

"Ye Linglong, did you forget everything? Or did you pretend?"

Xuan Luo's eyes were deep like the sea, and suddenly he leaned forward, rustled open the placket of his clothes, and pulled down the cloth on his shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​smooth skin.

Damn, what are you doing to undress while talking about business? Lin Qianshuang was about to divert his eyes awkwardly, and was suddenly attracted by the exposed skin. There was a black pattern like a hideous black vine climbing on the opponent's curvy shoulders and collarbone, and when it spread to the neck, it seemed to grow branches and leaves. Spread away, completely covering the back of her neck.

Xuan Luoqing closed his clothes, sat back and said, "The spell on this seat was planted by Ji Yuekong, the master of Yanyuezhai's master, the first demon master in the realm, and ordinary people can't understand it."

Lin Qianshuang's eyes condensed, and he retracted his gaze looking at the runes on his skin, and said, "The curse patterns on this are indeed unheard of. I know a single spell, but they are a bit complicated together."

Under the moonlight, Xuanluo's dark blue silk draped over her shoulders quietly faded to silvery white, exuding cold moonlight and dancing with the wind. She stared at Lin Qianshuang, and said lightly: "A hundred years ago, this seat When the cultivation base encounters a bottleneck, he travels to all walks of life to accumulate merits. By chance, Ji Yuekong, the lord of Yanyuezhai, made friends with the genius doctor of Lingyun Pavilion of this seat. After knowing that his identity was rejected again, he assumed that he was playing tricks on him, and in a rage, he linked up with the master of cultivation and fabricated all kinds of charges against the demon cultivation world out of thin air.

This seat didn't think about the old feelings, after the battle between the human world and the demon world, he broke his righteousness with Ji Yuekongen, and also beheaded his personal disciples who inherited his mantle. Ji Yuekong loves and hates to fight with this seat. He lost in the fight. Before he died, he scolded this seat for being ruthless and unrighteous. He also refined his life's cultivation into a forbidden curse, and planted the curse fruit in it. On the body of this seat. "

Lin Qianshuang listened, silently complaining that this Ji Yuekong was too shameless, and he would harm others if the courtship was not successful, dragging the entire world of cultivation into the water.

Xuan Luoqing grabbed Lin Qianshuang's wrist and raised it, pulling up his sleeves, revealing a large ceremonial pattern, and said: "The forbidden curse he gave to this seat is a love curse, and he knows that this seat holds a ring of red tears. Life is not tempted. If this seat has no heart, the day's merits and kindness will be locked by the love charm, and the appearance will be corroded by the refining demon energy, and it will not be restored until night, but the mana will also disappear after the restoration of the sixth layer, just like a mortal. ."

Listening, Lin Qianshuang guessed something vaguely, the tribute that Xuan Luo poured out of his mouth must be nothing good.

"You and a few other tributes were planted with fragments of the curse fruit by this seat since you were young, but all survived. Therefore, your flesh and blood skin is the best anti-curse medicine in this seat,"

Xuan Luoqing looked at Lin Qianshuang’s sight without emotion and said: "This seat has watched you for a long time in order to choose the tribute. Special, I have no choice but to choose you as a fellow practitioner of the antidote. If you can survive tonight, then that is your opportunity. If the Hades accepts you, then you don't blame this seat."

Xuan Luoqing flicked a flick on Lin Qianshuang's forehead with a bit of hatred, and her narrow and narrow eyes gleamed and said, "Who told you to steal the nine-bead flame cauldron that this seat wanted?"

Lin Qianshuang's expression was ugly, "Same as... fellow practitioners? What do you mean?"

Xuan Luoqing stroked the hair that had fallen on her forehead behind her ears, with a charming smile, she reached out and pushed Lin Qianshuang to the ground, held her down condescendingly, loosened her belt, and her deep eyes drifted away. On her face, she smiled profoundly with a variety of styles and said: "Ye Linglong, you have tried every possible way to climb onto the bed of this seat. Now this opportunity is given to you. Why did you squeeze? It's over, shouldn't you take the initiative?"