Flash marriage to the underworld boss, the queen of metaphysics is sweet and wild

Wen Qi smiled and nodded, "Let's start in the living room."

Lin Ruyue's face became paler. There were antiques everywhere in the house. If there were antiques in the living room, were they also in the bedroom? Doesn’t their antique bed also have a spirit? Wouldn't that be... She didn't dare to think about it, she was frightened and embarrassed.

When Wen Qi walked to the entrance, the first thing she dealt with was the vase she saw when she entered the door. The vase was a blue and white porcelain pot-bellied vase almost one meter high, and the spirit that was born was a proud woman.

This kind of spirit has only consciousness and no aggressiveness, and can be dispersed with a spell. But Wen Qinian found it difficult to become a spirit, and after asking for its opinion, he sent it to the underworld. If it could be reincarnated, if it couldn't, the underworld is so big, and it could always find a suitable job to support itself.

After that, Wen Qi handled the teapot again, following the same process.

During this period, Lin Ruyue clearly heard the conversation between Wen Qi and Ling. Cheng Rong's inspiration was not as strong as hers, and because she paid too much attention, she couldn't hear clearly. She couldn't help but ask: "Why can't I hear clearly the more I focus on it?" arrive?"

Wen Qi kept moving her hands and said casually: "Inspiration is an elusive thing and cannot be grasped by force."

Cheng Rong vaguely felt that she understood after hearing this, but when she thought about it carefully, she was still confused. She shook her head secretly, and she really had no talent.

After dealing with the living room, we went to the dining room, kitchen, bedroom, entertainment room, study room... There are antiques that gave birth to souls in almost every room.

Wen Qi secretly sighed that the antiques in this room could open a small museum.

Finally going to the basement, Wen Qi was shocked by the various antiques that almost filled the entire basement, but the next second, all her attention was attracted by an ancient sword hanging on the wall.

The two people who had just started to evolve their inspiration couldn't see it, but Wen Qi could see it clearly. The ancient sword was filled with black and red blood evil energy, and there was a chill that was refreshing to the bone marrow.

There is no doubt that this sword must have been on the battlefield.

Jianwen Qi's eyes fell on the sword, and Cheng Rong took the initiative to explain: "This is a sword from the Warring States Period. It is said that there are countless souls under the sword. I spent six million to bring it back from the auction house."

Wen Qi looked at the sword with fixed eyes, "I want to take this sword away, please give me a price." The price of antiques is never constant, and it is impossible for her to pay how much someone buys it back. Money bought it.

Cheng Rong did not respond and asked instead: "Master Wen Tian, ​​are there any antiques here that can give birth to spirits?"

Wen Qi shook her head and said truthfully: "With this sword, no antique can give birth to a spirit." The spirit was obliterated and absorbed when it was first born.

Cheng Rong pondered: "What if I keep this sword and let it help suppress other antiques?"

Wen Qi glanced at her unexpectedly, "You dare to think about it, but if you can't control it, it will bite you for breakfast, and then it will be more than just listening to the sound."

Cheng Rong understood and looked at the ancient sword reluctantly, "Six million, you can take it."

Wen Qi raised her eyebrows, "Don't you want to increase the price?"

Cheng Rong shook his head and smiled, "Maybe I will trouble Master Wen Tian in the future, so let's make a good relationship."

Wen Qi liked such open-minded people and nodded in agreement.

After the matter was settled, Wen Qi transferred 6 million to Cheng Rong and got an ancient sword. Cheng Rong transferred 10 million to Wen Qi in exchange for peace at home.

One code equals another code, the calculation is clear.

Wen Qi did not return to her old house with the ancient sword, which was used by the elderly and children there. She was afraid that the evil spirit would be too strong and hurt them. She went back to the apartment directly, put the ancient sword on the coffee table, and said casually: "Come out."

Gu Jian showed no reaction.

Wen Qi raised her eyebrows, "You haven't seen anyone for thousands of years, are you shy?"

The ancient sword was silent for two seconds, then suddenly trembled, and a strong evil aura surged out. The evil aura fell in front of the coffee table, and slowly condensed into a tall figure wearing armor, a helmet and a mask. The armor was full of traces left by sharp weapons. There are also mottled and bright blood stains.

Like a general who has just come off the battlefield.

Wen Qi looked him up and down, her eyes fixed on the long sword at his waist, which was exactly the same as the one on the coffee table. She asked: "Is this the sword you wore when you were alive?"

There are only two eye holes left on the mask, inside which are a pair of blood-red eyes. Hearing this, the eyes moved, and a low and hoarse voice came out from under the mask, "Exactly." After death, it attached to the sword and finally became a sword spirit?

The general said coldly: "I will not recognize a woman as my master." Even though he knew that the person in front of him was very strong.

Wen Qi smiled, "Then let's change someone." Feng Ce couldn't kill in the world of the world, so he just needed a powerful soul envoy. She didn't say it before, but she had been paying attention. This general was obviously the best choice.

The general's eyes suddenly turned cold, "I have no intention of recognizing my master." In the peaceful and prosperous times, his bloody battles were no longer needed.

Wen Qi ignored him and took out her cell phone to call Feng Ce, asking him to come back as soon as possible.

The general returned to his sword and completely ignored others.

Wen Qi didn't care, so she called her master again and made a shelf in the living room just to put the sword.

After the others left, Wen Qi raised the sword and asked, "What is this sword called?"

After a while, the general responded, "Han Xing."

Before dinner, Feng Ce came back. He seemed to have noticed Han Xing's presence a long time ago. He greeted Wen Qi and walked over directly.

The general probably also noticed Feng Ce's aura. This time he came out of the cold star without being called and landed in front of Feng Ce.

The two men looked at each other, and the atmosphere was inexplicable.

Wen Qi sat on the sofa and looked at them, wanting to break the atmosphere several times. Hmm... She was a little jealous. Why did she look at it for so long that she almost made eye contact!

"Become my soul envoy." Feng Ce said calmly.

Wen Qi felt bad. This general was very arrogant. If he didn't invite him properly, he would probably be rejected. Just when she was about to open her mouth to smooth things over, she saw the general suddenly kneel down on one knee, lowered his head and said respectfully: "See, Lord." superior."

Not surprised, Feng Ce took a ray of soul power and bound it to the general.

The whole process was eerily smooth.

Wen Qi was speechless, so there was no need for her to worry.

Feng Ce quietly ordered: "You don't have to follow me on weekdays. I will call you if necessary."

The general took the order and returned to the ancient sword again.

Feng Ce turned around and walked slowly towards Wen Qi. As he walked, he took off his suit, pulled on his tie and unbuttoned his buttons. When he reached Wen Qi, he leaned over and hugged her, whispering: "Thank you, wife."

Wen Qi hummed, "As expected of an ancient ghost, the preference for boys over girls shouldn't be too serious."

Feng Ce stood up slightly, then suddenly approached and kissed her lips.

Wen Qi no longer had the intention to talk. She had to concentrate on enjoying herself when it was time to enjoy.

In early February, New Year's Eve arrived, and the Feng family's aunts and chefs were on vacation. The heavy responsibility of cooking the New Year's Eve dinner fell on Wen Qi and Feng Ce.

Feng Xiao originally wanted to help, but Feng Ce drove him away with a look of disgust. If Feng Xiao were to be involved, it would definitely be a disservice and a hindrance.

Both Wen Qi and Feng Ce can cook, but the former rarely has the opportunity to cook and his cooking skills are average, so he still has to rely on our almighty Mr. Feng!

Feng Ce lived up to expectations, cooking a sumptuous banquet and cooking red wine.

Turning on the TV, with the Spring Festival Gala as the background sound, the family chatted and ate, and had a very warm New Year.

Just after the New Year, which was the tenth day of the lunar month, Zhu Jinni suddenly called and said that she wanted Wen Qi to help investigate a case.