Chapter 1052 Observation of Human Dolls Notes
Bailian never imagined that the thousands of tombs in this Soul-killing Mausoleum were actually the resting place prepared by the Lord of Snow City for the puppets he created. .
Listening to Jiujiu's sighing tone, Baili looked at her calmly and said: "But you have thoughts after all, and so far, you have been acting for yourself.
Irrespective of the order, although the emotion is weak, after all, you have human-like emotions."
"Don't presume to judge me."
Jiujiu was not moved by his words, and his expression remained calm.
“Otherwise, compared to the golden immortal Fengxu who has contaminated this land, I may let you taste the pain regardless of the consequences.”
In this situation, Balian Naturally, he would not take the initiative to cause trouble for her, "It was not my intention to break into Soul Killing Mausoleum without permission.
When my mother's injury is stable, she will leave. I hope that the ninety-nine girls can be forgiving."
"The puppet has no sense of humility and cannot be forgiving. I don't want to be with myself. There is another corpse of a corpse demon in his lair.”
Jiujiu raised her fingertips and tapped Balian's eyebrows. The soul fire suddenly went out. She said lightly: "There is no coffin prepared for you here."
Bailian opened his eyes suddenly. His eyes were big and his body was still hot, but the soul fire between his brows could no longer be summoned.
Seeing this, Ying Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jiujiu gratefully.
Bailian's face turned completely gloomy: "Don't come here to get in the way."
Jiujiu said calmly: "Although your method can barely keep her soul alive, but you Death is not a torture for her.
Boy, if you die, many people will have a headache. ”
The finger that pointed at Bailian’s eyebrows did not retract, Jiujiu just looked at him in a bent posture.
Her voice was cold, and her surroundings were bright. Mie Li, his eyes looked particularly bright Bright, like a wolf hunting prey at night under a long moon, giving rise to a dangerous and aloof beauty for no reason.
"I do have a way to help her take out the three golden needles, but I don't know if you have the consciousness to do it. sacrifice? "
'Yinghuo' is the first generation puppet. While possessing powerful destructive power, it also injects incomprehensible 'wisdom' and 'knowledge' into its master Xuefu.
Although it sounded ridiculous, Bailian couldn't question what Jiujiu said.
Just as he couldn't understand how Jiujiu rescued Xiao Bailong from the madman Jinxian Fengxu.
Bailian looked at the finger that was withdrawn from the tip of his eyebrow. He slowly let go of Ying Ji, stood up and looked at Jiujiu, his expression gradually returning to calm.
He asked: "Why did you help me?"
Ninety-nine said: "I said, if you die, I will be very troubled. Of course, my kindness It's not all free.
I helped you today, but if I need it in the future, you must satisfy my request without any conditions. "
Bailian did not hesitate, looked at her with burning eyes, and said directly: "Okay. "
Jiujiu raised his eyebrows and said: "You agreed so simply, but you still don't know what price you will have to pay to save Ying Ji. "
Bailian lowered his eyes and said: "In front of my mother's life, any price is nothing more than this. ”
“Don’t talk too much. "Ninety-nine spread out his palms, ignited his own soul fire, cut half of it, and flicked it into the center of Balian's eyebrows, and said calmly:
"The strange golden needles are strange and evil things. If you want to restrain them, you can only force them out with pure Yang and strong energy.
I think Jinxian Fengxu wants these three golden needles to stay in Ying Ji's body. Absorb enough of the essence, then take it out and put it into your own body, and finally force it to practice together
In this way, you can integrate the power of the essence that does not belong to you, and there will be no trace of it. He refused to accept it for his own use."
Under the expression of Bailian's gradually becoming more exciting, Jiujiu's expression remained as usual and he continued to say without shame:
"On the contrary, If the power of dual cultivation is used to accumulate the body in advance, the strange Yin Gu transformed by the three golden needles will automatically leave the body and retreat like a snake and scorpion. "
"Cough..." Bai Lian interrupted her with a slight cough, his eyes avoiding Ying Ji's cold expression.
Looking unconsciously at Bailiyu who was unconscious on the ground.
"You don't have to look at Baili Yu, he can't do it." Jiujiu ruthlessly shattered Baili'an's thoughts.
The corners of Balian's mouth twitched and his expression was strange: "How do you know he is not good?"
Ninety-nine raised the knife and chopped it on Balian's head, her eyes With a low glance, his tone became increasingly cold:
"Stop your rude thoughts, Ying Jigui is the daughter of the Immortal Emperor, and her bloodline is noble and extraordinary.
Although Bailiyu has excellent talent, he is a mortal who enters the immortal way after all.
In terms of blood, he cannot suppress Ying Ji. Even if he drains out his energy, blood and soul, he may not be able to force her out. Here comes a golden needle."
Bailian felt that her method was equivalent to not saying anything, and frowned: "Not to mention the crisis at this moment, I can't leave this Soul Killing Tomb at all.
Even if I can leave, where should I go to find the descendants of the Immortal?”
This time, Jiujiu said nothing, but stared at Bailian with his clear black and white eyes as cold as gems.
The guiding implications are extremely strong.
Under such gaze again, Bai Lian's scalp felt numb and his heart was turned upside down.
“What are you thinking in your stupid head?!”
Jiujiu looked at the furious Bailian with an expression of indifference that was hard to sympathize with: “You want to Wrong, the power of dual cultivation can be you and others.”
"Other people... there is no other person here..."
Bailian paused and looked at Jiujiu with a strange expression: "You didn't say you were referring to yourself?"
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He has never seen anyone volunteer so actively in this regard.
The more Ying Ji heard this, the more she felt something was wrong.
This strange woman appeared out of nowhere and was actually trying to persuade her son to do that kind of thing with her...? !
Absolutely appalling!
Ying Ji's face was ashen and extremely ugly: "Where did you come from, this bastard, you dare to covet my son!"
"Xiao An, this woman has evil intentions and treacherous words. You must not trust her easily. What nonsense! She is coveting your body! How can the emperor's blood be involved in these strange women?
My mother has been in the world for thousands of years, and she has long been indifferent to life and death. You must not commit yourself to a thief for the sake of my mother's safety!"
< br>What and what...
This makes it sound like he is just a weak little wife who is being forced into prostitution by bullies.
Ying Ji was eager to protect her cub, lest he really agreed, so she struggled to get up.
Mo Yue moved a little anxiously, pulling on the wound on his back. Heat surged in his chest. He couldn't help but spurt out a stream of blood from his mouth, and the warmth dripped on Bai Lian's sleeves. .
Bailian looked horrified, she was so frightened that she quickly got up and went to help her.
Ninety-nine didn’t mind Ying Ji’s words, ‘The mind is evil and the words are evil’.
She comforted in a low voice: "Empress Zhongyou must be able to live and let go."
Ying Ji screamed, wishing she could eat this bastard alive: "Get out!"
I have never seen such a shameless person.
After he finished rolling, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Ying Ji was so weak that it was difficult to even open her eyelids.
Before she could roll away, she opened her palms, and soul fire jumped from them. "Why react so violently? I'm not interested in your little son's body.
Boy, this is my soul fire. Although we are dual cultivators, there is no need to have a substantial relationship. , Soul cultivation is also a form of dual cultivation. < br>
If you let go of your spiritual consciousness, you and I can communicate with each other and understand this way.”
Bailian has no objection to this. He has a cooperative relationship with Jiujiu Ben, and he knows it. The reward she will ask for in the future will definitely be huge, and she will not be polite to her.
He tapped his eyebrows with his fingers and absorbed the remaining half of the soul fire that Jiujiu gave him.
"That's it, we can start."
"My son Xiao'an..." Ying Ji's voice was sad, and she sang a kind of desolation in which a young son sells himself to bury his mother.
The doll woman spread her arms towards Balian. Although she didn’t need to do anything, she still needed a hug.
Ninety-nine is a doll that cannot understand emotions. She does not know morality and shame, and she does not have the shame-avoidance of her daughter's family.
His expression was as calm as if he was dealing with some simple official business.
Her attitude made Balian feel hesitant and uncomfortable.
Ninety-nine sighed softly: "So, if you read too many books of sages, you will have more worries. Human emotions are really complicated."
She shook her head. Arriving in front of Bailian, Nannan squatted down, took his arm and asked him to squat down too.
The hem of the woman's clothes spread out like a red lotus. She stretched out a delicate hand like cold jade, and her movements were as graceful as picking leaves and flowers, gently twisting the soul fire between his eyebrows.
At this moment, Balian's mind seemed to be captured by her finger, and all the senses gathered at the fingertip.
Her fragrant breath rolled between her fingers, entangled and wrapped around him with a somewhat soft consciousness and posture.
Strangely, even though there was no unnecessary physical contact, Balian couldn't help but the blood flow accelerated.
Her consciousness was like a fine feather, slowly and unhurriedly controlling his body and mind, as if she could no longer belong to her.
At the same time, her ninety-nine senses were in sync with him. She looked at Balian's gradually red face with clear eyes.
She sighed softly and raised her cold face. There was no shyness that a woman should have on her face.
The tone was as serious as if he was talking about some important issue:
"You have worries and can't accomplish anything. I have good intentions to help you. I am a man, so why should I act awkward and pretentious like a little girl? ."
"You are a woman. Son, you don’t have the slightest worry about what you say and do.”
Ninety-nine sneered: “I am an unintentional doll, made of special spiritual materials by human hands. You use human emotions and desires to restrain me. This idea is truly absurd.”
She looked up at Balian and said seriously: "In the black market of Shifang City, there are also unscrupulous Talisman masters who will make some autocratic dolls that lack combat effectiveness, but the skins are particularly pleasing to the eye, which can be used by men for indulgence. Enjoy.
When Xuefu made 'Yinghuo', he strived for perfection and the rich knowledge of the world.
Whether it is political strategy or the way of romance, it is also injected into our 'furnace'.
I know what you are worried about, but after all, I am not a human being, you just need to treat me as me. ..."
Jiujiu paused, as if she was organizing her words. She looked up at Balian and said seriously:
"At this moment, in order to reach a consensus, you just need to treat me as a 'tool' and use it as much as you can."
She tilted her head slightly, glanced at Balian's hand, and said calmly: "I want to come. , I should be relatively 'easy to use'."
There was a touch of imperceptible mockery in his cold eyes.
This is the first time that Balian is faced with a dual cultivation with the opposite sex, and a woman can be so cold and rigid, with a businesslike look.
She was so free and open, and he couldn't continue to push her away, so he had to slowly let go of his consciousness in silence.
Although Jiujiu is a hard-hearted doll, he is serious and responsible when he is put into 'work state'.
A gentle, business-like smile appeared on her face, indicating that in order to make him relax without so much pressure, she patted Balian's head graciously.
"Well, what a good boy." It was still the cold and emotionless tone.
This strange woman.
Not to mention how awkward Balian felt.
The two of them knew each other for a long time. Suddenly, it seemed that she had reached a critical moment, and she was pushed by Jiujiu's hand.
My back was pressed against the cold stone wall, like a naughty student whose teacher finally caught him by his pigtails, and he could only stand in the corner of the wall in an orderly manner.
Standing still, the woman's body seemed to be slightly cold with spring water and pressed against Balian's chest like a boneless body.
She was not thinly dressed, but through her clothes, Balian could still feel the soft cloud-like atmosphere.
She looks so slender, but she is a hidden master.
Balian frowned slightly, not used to being in such close contact with her, and wanted to retreat back.
But she had the foresight to push her into the corner, leaving no room for concession.
She pressed against the wall and knelt down on him like this. She was clearly a woman, but her height was not lower than that of Bai Lian, and she could look at him calmly.
When he was in contact with this woman on weekdays, even though her appearance was not obvious, Bailian could feel the restrained and domineering aura around her.
Now that we have such close contact, it is even more obvious.
Her brows were calm and charming, and she supported him with one arm on the wall.
Her eyebrows are wide open, and the soul fire is connected with the soul fire, and she enjoys the intersection.
A sense of ambiguity and intimacy suddenly arises in my soul.
Bailian couldn't help but groan and gasp. Different from the joy of the body, this kind of collision between soul and soul is even more difficult to resist.
Ninety-nine looked calm, as if he was not affected at all. He even stretched out his fingers without thinking, and scraped his rounded nails back and forth on Bai Lian's chin like a cat.
Balian could hardly stand and slid down the wall.
Ninety-nine calmly took action, held his waist, and stabilized his body.
She looked deeply into Bai Lian's increasingly moist eyes with interest, and said with a faint smile: "I can somewhat understand Fang Geyu's happiness."
< br>Ying Ji fell on the rattan bed and couldn't move. From this angle, she could only see the figure of the woman.
I didn’t even know the little movements in her hands, but just listening to her incoherent words, I couldn’t help but blush with anger.
Is this treating her son as a face?
No matter how good my relationship with the Lord of Xuefu City was in the past, I couldn't help but scold her thousands of times in my heart.
She secretly thought that she was the most serious person, so how could she create such a nondescript doll, and why she made such a nondescript doll based on her own face.
Looking at it this way, it almost looked like her old friend was playing with her young and ignorant son.
As an old mother, how can the Empress not be anxious and heartbroken!
Balian blushed at her shameless words, and he looked at her sideways: "Is it fun to tease people?"
Ninety-Nine muttered: "Observing human beings is one of my pleasures. .”
(End of this chapter)