Immortal Loves Cat Also

At the moment when Qingwu's breath leaked out, the jar suddenly shook violently, emitting wisps of black gas from inside. It didn't come directly to Qingwu, but lingered around the jar.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? " A gloomy and hoarse male voice sounded, full of malice.

Qingwu looked at the jar, and a moment of familiarity flashed in his heart, "who are you? Why are you here? "

After Qingwu asked this sentence, the jar suddenly quieted down, and the things inside seemed to be thinking, but after a while, the male voice sounded again, mixed with the smell of tyranny: "I don't know! You don't care who I am! If you dare to break into here, stay and fill my stomach. Your breath smells delicious! "

Before the voice fell, the originally calm black fog suddenly surged violently and hit Qingwu in the direction. It seemed that there was no lethal black fog, but Qingwu didn't dare to let these things close to him easily.

Yin Qi invading the body is not a good thing.

She quickly put a layer of white spiritual power around her body, isolated the black fog, and kept her eyes on the jar.

In fact, it's good to start when Lord Duan hasn't started yet. At least the kid is still sealed in the jar. It's not so easy to get rid of the body. It's much easier for her to deal with it.

Qingwu picked up his lips and saw the murderous opportunity in his eyes. As soon as his wrist turned over, a long sword condensed in her hand. The sword Qi swept across and went to the jar with a broken sound.

The things in the jar probably noticed the power of the sword Qi. At once, more black fog surged around the jar. The sword Qi broke through layers of black fog, and the momentum became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.

The split black fog closed again at an unpleasant but visible speed.

Qingwu narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered. The long sword in his hand stabbed out one after another, threw out many sword Qi, and attacked the same place ruthlessly.

Pop!

Some crisp voices sounded, and cracks were found on the altar. Those cracks were expanding rapidly, and the whole altar began to shake. It seemed that something was struggling to get out of it.

At the same time, Prince Duan, who was preparing to rest with the side imperial concubine in the backyard, suddenly changed his face. He looked down at the sapphire hanging on his chest and saw a wisp of black fog in the middle of the sapphire, suddenly moving slowly.

"I have something else to do!" Lord Duan stretched out his hand and waved away the side concubine, got up and got out of bed. He didn't even care about his robe, and strode out of the backyard to his study.

As soon as Prince Duan left, the concubine who was waved away put away the smile on her face, slightly twisted her eyebrows, hurried to the outer room, picked up the white cat lying in the nest lazily licking its claws, patted the white cat's head and said softly, "go and tell the prince that things have changed."

"Meow!" the white cat gave a soft cry, ran out of the house and soon disappeared into the night.

Soon after, Wen Yue, who was not sleeping in the palace at this time, got the news. Without half hesitation, he stood up and went to the main hall. Soon, groups of people wearing black cloaks ran out of the palace and went to King Duan's house.

When the night wind gently lifted, they lifted up one of their Cape to reveal the black official clothes inside.

Qingwu didn't see any panic. He put away his long sword, played a magic formula, and quickly hid into the air around the altar.

She just wants to release the contents of the jar, but if the contents don't come out, how does she deal with him?