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"Aju—!"

Warm wine opens the brocade bag, and red light rises into the sky.

The scorching flames immediately burned the young man's eyes clean, and ashes fell down.

The young man looked horrified.

"It's Suzaku! Wait, my master will take care of you for me!"

The air returns to nature.

There is no more dampness, and it is gradually getting drier and warmer.

Suzaku ran over and put his little paws on Wenjiu's shoulders, and his long pointed beak combed the hair.

Wenjiu touched its head and said, "Thank you, Xiaohong."

The fog dissipated and the people were naturally present.

Zhou Shenghu appeared and grabbed the fat Suzaku.

"Okay, I'm not stupid enough to know that Suzaku's flames can burn away all evil spirits." He held down the struggling Suzaku, curled his lips and said: "But have you forgotten that the fresh eyeballs you burned just now are the same as those of your pretty face?" share?"

Suzaku's flames lingered in the room.

Bright flames hit Zhang Qing, who was dying on the iron bed.

Wenjiu quickly checked his closed eyes, and they were indeed empty. She poked Zhou Shenghu with her elbow, who was watching the fun without taking it too seriously, "Why are you still standing there in a daze? Why don't you quickly cooperate with me to stop his bleeding!?"

Zhou Shenghu, who was inexplicably slandered, had cold eyes.

He repeated the action of warming the wine to deliver spiritual power to the unconscious pretty boy.

The white curtains beside the window swayed in the wind, and the shadows of the three people in the room were blurred.

The only thing that the dog could clearly see was that the three of them were very close to each other.

The dark shadow that had been dormant on the tree for a long time disappeared into the night after the few people separated, and was blown all the way to the capital by the north wind.

Halfway up the mountain.

Flowers and vines are everywhere in the wooden villa. The man in the courtyard is tall and erect, with his sharp-jointed knuckles entwined among the bright flower branches.

Black shadows descended from the sky and clasped their fists.

"The madam and two men are in the same room. I can't see clearly through the curtains. The only thing I'm sure of is that the madam has never done anything sorry to you."

Jiang Yubai turned around. He was wearing a crescent-white ancient robe, which gave him a mysterious charm.

Inviolable.

Jianshu didn't get the order, so he knelt down on one knee and continued to maintain his posture.

"Go explore the nearest secret of Xuanmen."

"Yes."

As a personal bodyguard who protects the powerful people of the Jiang family, he comes and goes without a trace, and his hidden aura is better than his outstanding cultivation.

Jiang Yubai turned around and looked up at the moon obscured by clouds and mist.

The peach blossom eyes are full of unpredictable colors.

"Jiu, don't let me down." His index finger climbed onto the nearest rose, and the tiny thorns dug into the flesh. "Otherwise, I won't be able to help myself."

Look up again.

Those dark eyes were full of depressing storms.

Cold, possessive, sick.

**

In the graduate dormitory.

The separate rooms allowed Wen Jiu and Zhou Shenghu to move freely.

She checked Zhang Qing's empty eye sockets and pursed her lips in silence.

"What should we do now? We can't take him to the hospital. His demonic aura is so strong. If he goes out, it will disturb other people's magnetic field."

"If I had known, I would have given him a talisman. It's my fault that I thought we would meet again soon, but I didn't expect something would happen in such a short period of time."

The more Wen Jiu talked, the more anxious he became. According to her calculations, Zhang Qing is very likely to have an unusual relationship with Ying Yin.

She felt it the last time they met.

There was an unusual aura about Zhang Qing.

He was not an ordinary person, but he was not a demon or ghost either. The thought of Ying Yin acting recklessly under her nose made her feel bad.

It felt like an extremely powerful insult.

The room is not big, except for the bed and table, there is only room for two or three people to sit.

Warm wine was walking up and down the narrow aisle, making people dizzy.

Zhou Shenghu didn't get used to her, so he waved her hand and pinned her to the bedside, "I asked you to be calmer. I didn't expect that Qin Jingfu would let you carry the banner. No matter what you think, I'm not afraid that you will drag the whole Xuanmen backs up."

He recalled what Emperor Jianwen and Qin Jingfu came to say in Qintian Prison a thousand years ago.

The more I think about it, the more impossible it becomes.

The eyes he looked at Wen Jiu became more suspicious and mocking.

She was not stupid. In just a few moments of Wen Jiu, she felt what was called a direct, insulting look.

"Why do you look at me like that? Don't forget, when it comes to magic, you are also my loser!" Wen Jiu snorted, "Not to mention the Qingyun Temple's thousand-year-old press box manuscript, which I have read, along with the entire Xuanmen Even the spells left behind by the ancient survivors are all in my mind."

The woman looks okay, but her brain is not good.

Zhou Shenghu thought like this, feeling disdain and hostility towards her for picking off his brother's flower.

"Since you know all the magic, then you should come up with a way to wake up this immortal person."

"You! You you!" Wen Jiu said angrily: "Do you think I don't want to!"

After Zhou Shenghu's popular science just now, she finally understood the boy running around with a bag full of eyeballs.

The name of this monster is the multi-eyed monster, and it is said that the monster race has been extinct in ancient times.

Also known as Thousand Eyes Tai Sui, because no one wants to disturb Tai Sui, but there are still people who "win the lottery" after collecting people's eyeballs and unpack the sacks they carry with them, holding thousands of them in their hands. The eyes are lumps of flesh. People who have lost their eyes will become disoriented under the gaze of thousands of eyes, and their souls will fly into the sky.

Death has no cure.

Fortunately, Zhang Qing has not been killed yet. Wen Jiu carefully recalled the time when the multi-eyed monster came to Zhang Qing.

"Come here and take a look at what's written on the pretty boy's desk." Zhou Shenghu said.

Opposite the bed is a three-meter-long desk.

Wenjiu stood up and stood in front of the table, looking down. It was a lot of white paper with many incomprehensible calligraphy and paintings on it.

The most eye-catching thing is the word "Report Letter" in bold bold letters on the white paper at the bottom.

Wen Jiu took out the piece of paper, and when he saw Huang Pi's name, surprise flashed in his eyes.

Is Zhang Qing going to report his mentor?

Continuing to read the signatures, I found that there was Zhang Qing's signature at the beginning, followed by a row of names of ten people.

Wen Jiu opened his eyes and saw a strange aura on the paper other than Zhang Qing and the ten people.

It dawned on me.

"Now it seems that what happened to Zhang Qing was not an accident, but someone deliberately planned it. This letter of report was discovered. It is most suitable for a demon to do it to kill people and silence them."

Zhou Shenghu nodded, "So does this have anything to do with rescuing the pretty boy?"

"...Go away, my name is Zhang Qing, not pretty boy." Wen Jiu said.

She slid the red rose on her hand and woke up the sleeping red rose.

Wait for the demon to wake up.

Seeing the cruel former owner whom she hadn't seen for a long time, the red rose opened its entire petals to cover its face.

"Beautiful wine! How dare you provoke this person and call me a traitor in front of him after we haven't seen him for a day!?"

Very appropriate.

Zhou Shenghu pinched a petal of a red rose and threatened, "Stinky flower, you still know that you betrayed me, let me see whose flower fertilizer you are suitable for!"