Killer Wife

Chapter 68 The Male Corpse in the Coffin (2)
Qiluoxiang is a kind of tree. The age of this kind of tree is very strange. It may live for ten thousand years without flowering, or it may bloom for ten years and wither when the flowers fall.

The non-blossoming Qiluoxiang is very similar to ordinary trees, and it is useless. Once Qiluoxiang blooms, its flowers will secrete a highly poisonous aroma, which will make people fall into hallucinations and perish in the hallucinations.

However, the flowering period of Qiluoxiang is extremely short, even more than that of epiphyllum.

On the contrary, after the flowers fall, the withered Qiluoxiang looks like a piece of ordinary dead wood, but the core is blood red, and it emits a fragrance that is very beneficial to cultivators.

Wearing Qiluoxiang will make the cultivator never go crazy during cultivation.

There is another reason why Qiluoxiang is called this name, it can be used as incense to light, and its smell is very effective in cultivating the soul or restoring the injured soul.

Ye Juanhuan needed Qiluoxiang to heal brother Hu Chifeng's wounds, and even if there was a substitute, the effect would be much worse.

Ye Juanhuan never expected to see Qi Luoxiang, who had been extinct for many years, in this kind of place.

Ye Juehuan gritted his teeth and said, "Open the coffin!"

This ice coffin is extraordinary, even the Nine Phantom Fire can't do anything about it, can it be simple?

Ye Juanhuan walked around the ice coffin several times, and finally decided to try head-on. She reached into the void and slowly drew out her scimitar.

"Do you have a name?" Lin Muyuan asked as he looked at the scimitar that looked like a crescent moon.

Ye Juanhuan wiped her beloved knife cherishingly, she even looked at the knife obsessively: "The name of the knife is the first quarter moon."

It was cast by her own hands, and it took three years to feed her own blood every day to form a square shape. This knife was not cast by fire, but after all the materials were fused together by Ye Juanhuan, impurities were removed, and the shape was formed. It was made into a ball, and it was ground continuously every day until it was shaped into the current shape, and then the blood groove was opened.

In three years, she forged a knife named Shangxianyue, and also forged herself into a good knife for cutting gold and cutting jade, and sealed it in the scabbard 'Waste Wood'.

Ye Juehuan flicked the first quarter of the moon, and said: "The sword is the gentleman in the army, and the sword is the king of all soldiers. Therefore, what the sword needs is that no matter whether you win or lose, even if you know you will die, you can only go forward!"

So she likes knives the most, and what she loves is the arrogance of knives!
Lin Muyuan suddenly felt that it was not for nothing that Ye Juanhuan liked knives. She was like a knives, extremely domineering, making people love and hate at the same time.

The moment Ye Juehuan grasped the knife, his whole demeanor changed, becoming fierce and domineering. The slightly raised tip of the knife pointed at the ice coffin, and he slashed down brazenly with an indomitable determination.

As if the crisp sound of gold breaking and jade shattering sounded, Ye Juehuan flew back five or six steps, the hand holding the knife was trembling, and a trace of blood flowed from her tiger's mouth that was shattered by the force of the countershock.

"It's so hard..." Ye Juehuan gasped, her hands were so numb that she almost couldn't hold the knife. Fortunately, the first quarter moon was not damaged, otherwise she would have cried.

Kacha, several gaps were cracked on the ice coffin, Ye Juanhuan condensed the Nine Phantom Fire, and was about to slap down the ice coffin, cracking the ice coffin.

As a result, as soon as her palm touched the coffin, the entire ice coffin shattered into ice slag all over the ground, and even turned into a puddle of water within a few breaths.

Ye Juanhuan hurriedly withdrew the Nine Ghost Fire, but couldn't take it back, and slapped the man in the coffin on the forehead.

Even she didn't realize that a trace of blood fell from her tiger's mouth onto the man's forehead and disappeared in an instant.

Ye Juanhuan was not in the mood to observe these things. She felt that the skin under her hands was icy cold without a trace of vitality. It was creepy. Did she just eat the tofu from the man's corpse?

Thinking about it this way, the whole person is bad and swollen?
Ye Juanhuan, who was covered in goosebumps, quickly withdrew his hand. As soon as he raised his hand, it was held by someone. His long pink nails and pale and slender fingers tightly held Ye Juanhuan's hand.

Hell!

Ye Juanhuan would definitely have screamed if it hadn't been for the fact that Lin Muyuan was watching and there was a little bun, howling would affect the image too much.

After all, it is a person who is held by the wrist when opening the coffin, so it is impossible to be calm, even if it is Ye Juanhuan, the premise of a generation of Ye Di is a woman.

What made Ye Juanhuan even more horrifying was that she met a pair of eyes, a pair of black eyes with very little white, and green rippling in the bottom of the eyes.

Those eyes are beautiful, no matter in shape or size, they are considered perfect, but the key point is that the owner of these eyes is the man who was lying in the ice coffin and was identified as dead by Ye Juanhuan...

As a result of extreme nervousness and fear, Ye Juanhuan suddenly calmed down. With a wooden face, she opened the man's fingers one by one, and pressed the man's forehead to press the man who just tried to sit up. back to the ground.

"Hey, go out and burn paper for you, it's not fun to cheat corpses, I'll get you a better coffin..."

What kind of trouble is this kind of coaxing tone like a child trying to make?Even Lin Muyuan couldn't help stroking his forehead, Ye Juehuan turned around, took two steps unhurriedly, and then screamed: "Damn! It's a scam!"

The man sat up straight, looking curiously at Ye Juehuan's fleeing back, his eyes were as pure as a newborn baby, and at this moment he felt a little bit wronged.

Ye Juanhuan has already sneaked decisively behind Lin Muyuan. She is not afraid of anything, but two things, one is soft earthworms, and the other is ghosts.

That's right, His Majesty Ye Di, who kills people faster than pigs, is afraid of ghosts... sounds like a joke, doesn't it?But it happens to be true.

Lin Muyuan looked vigilantly at the man sitting on the ground, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword, the man just looked at Ye Juanhuan with aggrieved eyes, tried to stand up several times but failed, finally stood up unsteadily, and walked towards Ye Juehuan reached out.

Ye Juehuan stared at the man, he stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hug him, but... how is it possible!This ghost must be a sexy ghost, trying to suck her energy!definitely is!

How can a ghost be so cute that he wants to be hugged?Look, she can pout, so she won't be tempted!

Well, she gave up, she was tempted, Ye Juehuan sighed, and walked forward, but was pulled back by Lin Muyuan: "Be careful."

Ye Juehuan shook her head: "Don't worry, although I don't know what he is, I can be sure that he is not a ghost." As long as it is not a ghost, it is fine, even if it is a Godzilla, she will chop it up the same way.

Lin Muyuan: ...

He just wanted Ye Juehuan to pay attention and be careful of danger.

Ye Juanhuan walked towards the man, the grievance in the man's eyes became more intense, and covered with a layer of mist, like an abandoned child.

He struggled to move forward, took a step and stumbled, and finally sat on the ground with tears in his eyes. The hem of his black and gold-rimmed clothes was like a butterfly with broken wings, falling to the ground.

Ye Juanhuan stretched out a hand, held the man's cold fingers, and pulled him to stand up, but the man staggered two steps like a toddler, holding Ye Juanhuan's hand tightly, and walked up to her. around.

(End of this chapter)