"You can't control me," she said.

"Then try it."

"Why are you arguing again? Sir, I know you are worried about Lord Wu Ming's safety, but you can't be so unreasonable. Lord Wu Ming has her freedom." Qian Guan suddenly interrupted.

"What do you know? Her life is very important. How can she just play with it?"

Qian Guan looked at Yan Song with a smile, "Of course I understand, of course I understand, absolutely understand. You made it so clear. How could I not understand?"

Yan Song waved his sleeves and said nothing.

"This flower is called Chang Ping Hua. It is a unique flower species here in Beiyin. When the flower is white, the rhizome is poisonous. When it turns pink, it really blooms. At that time, it is not only non-toxic, but the Chang Ping Flower soup is also delicious.

It’s good.”

Qian Guan suddenly thought of something, and he continued: "Counting the days, in a few days it will be the season when Chang Ping flowers are in full bloom. A flower banquet will be held at that time. This is one of the few grand celebrations in Beiyin. When Chang Ping flowers bloom,

, everything is clear and clear, this is the most beautiful time for humble causes.”

"Do you two adults want to come and have a look?" He was full of expectation.

Little King of Hell said coldly: "I won't go."

During the flower blooming season, there is peace and joy everywhere in Beiyin, and even the weeds on the Qiongguan Road are full of vitality and blooming with tiny flowers.

Zi Mo's spiritual power was still a pool of stagnant water. Even if she was occasionally injured and would be replenished by the Little King of Hell's spiritual power, her magic power had not improved at all.

At this time, the watery spell on the little god in yellow robe tightly bound her head, preventing her from relaxing at all times. Only by rapidly increasing her magic power could she detect the evil as soon as possible.

She thought about Fengcheng silently in her heart, but when she opened her eyes, she was still in the same place. Sure enough, it was magic power that was holding her back again.

After a pause, she went to find Yan Song.

Yan Song was sitting in the courtyard with his eyes closed and meditating. The sunshine shone on him impartially. A cluster of pink flower branches poked into his hair, and caught four or five strands of black hair at an angle. Some broken flowers fell in.

His long flowing hair made him look even more playful.

It seems that some bold girl put it on. It seems that he hasn't noticed it yet, otherwise how could he tolerate this fancy thing hanging unseemly on his head. But the little devil looks pretty good with the flowers.

"Yan Song." She said softly.

Yan Song glanced at her and told her to speak quickly, interrupting her reverie.

She regained her composure and said seriously: "I want to go to Wuming Hall in Fengcheng."

Ever since she fainted last time, Little Hell has been very concerned about her whereabouts. Even if she goes to pick flowers with Bein's followers, she must inform Little Hell, otherwise she won't be able to go anywhere.

She specifically stated her whereabouts now, so it shouldn't be a problem to go out.

"You are not allowed to go," Yan Song showed no mercy, "I have sent a message to the Ghost Realm. I have searched through all the books in the Ghost Realm to find a way to disconnect you and me. Before that, you can only stay with me.

You can’t go anywhere under your nose.”

"Why? Of course I have to take a look at my temple. Besides, my magic power is now maintained by offerings. I can only gain more faith and magic power by going to the temple to help believers fulfill their wishes."

Seeing that Yan Song was indifferent, she moved her eyes and said in a different way, "There is no danger there at all. You don't have to worry that I will harm you. Last time you went there, it was just an ordinary little temple."

"And I can only increase my spiritual power by gaining more faith. With sufficient mana, I can protect myself and reduce the spiritual healing between you and me. I can't always rely on your spiritual power. What I do is For me and for you."

"Let's do this. I promise it will only take an hour. If I don't come back within an hour, you can do whatever you want. You can beat me, scold me or even kill me. That's okay, right?"

This was her final bottom line. If Yan Song was still not sure, she would remember that there were still a few pills left in the 'Words and Obedience' pills. If it didn't work, she would go to Fengcheng on her own.

"How dare I hit you?"

He said this sentence and then stared at Zi Mo quietly.

"Your own life doesn't matter. You have to know that you still carry my life with you. If you make any mistake and get injured and cause me to lose my spiritual power, I will..."

"Master in black, what are you doing? Do you need to practice spells to stabilize your spiritual power, so that you can better protect Master Wu Ming?"

As soon as the cheerful voice came out, Qian Guan walked into the room with a smile, "Master Wu Ming, you have to go out and pick some flowers from outside. It just so happened that Uncle Fang was preparing for a flower banquet recently. He is best at cooking. Already."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man shouted out of the window: "Qianlang, your scimitar was forgotten by the well and seems to have fallen in. The water is too deep and we can't fish it out. Please think of a way quickly."

Qian Guan was shocked, and he quickly ran out of Zi Mo's sight while pulling the old man.

"Only for an hour, otherwise you won't be able to go there from now on until I find a way to cut off the spiritual energy and heal it, and then I can personally solve this trouble for you."

"Deal!" She agreed readily, and then continued: "I don't have enough magic power at the moment. Fengcheng is too far away and I can't fly to Fengcheng. You can lend me your relationship-"

"impossible."

"If that doesn't work, lend me some magic power, just like last time." Without waiting for Yan Song to answer, Zi Mo went up to him and kissed him, and the spiritual power in his body was instantly replenished and satisfied.

She ignored Yan Song Tieqing's face, patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Unexpectedly, before she even took the step of being humble, she was attracted by something else.

She saw the little god in yellow coat again.

The little god with the watery charm on his leg.

As she passed Qiongguan Road, she saw a figure leaning against the stone wall all the way away. The little god didn't seem to see her, and stood there motionless.

Not long after, he limped over and Zi Mo waved to him. His eyes were empty and he didn't notice Zi Mo at all and just continued to move in the original direction.

He shuffled his feet, lowered his head, and his limbs were spread out strangely, swaying like a wooden man. He seemed to be unable to see anyone.

It's really strange. Zi Mo thought to himself.

The six minor gods of Zongshan often move together, but now he is the only one appearing in Beiyin. This is indeed a bit abnormal, and coupled with his weird posture, Zimo is even more confused.

"Please stay." She approached the little god and carefully checked his legs. The ripples on his legs were like layers of water, which was undoubtedly a water-like curse.

The little god suddenly turned around.

A pair of scarlet eyes stared at her, almost bursting his eye sockets. Blood foam appeared at the corner of his mouth, and half of his fingers were hanging from his mouth, chewing vaguely.

At his feet, Zi Mo discovered a divine attendant who looked like an attendant. His face was sallow and thin, his spiritual power had been completely sucked out, and his limbs were hanging in pieces on the edge of the weeds. It was too miserable to look at.

The little god tilted his head, and the divine crown fell off and his hair was torn into a ball. He rushed over with a ferocious face, and his hands were stiff and scratching in the air randomly.

It seemed that the watery spell had taken effect, and the little god in the yellow coat had been invaded by the evil spirit! She jumped back to avoid the clumsy attack of the little god.

She didn't expect it to happen so quickly. The magic power she borrowed was far from enough to deal with one evil spirit. It was hard to say whether she could get rid of the whole body. The evil evil was so rampant back then, one was infected by ten, ten were infected by hundreds, and hundreds were infected by thousands... At that time

She can still stand up to thousands of evil spirits, but now even self-protection is a problem.

The little god rushed towards her, and she kicked the stone pier in the air. The stone pier split into two halves. The little god got up and seemed to smell something. He turned around and walked towards the Qiongguan Cave behind him.

A burst of exclamations erupted from the Qiongguan Cave, followed by screams and tears. Three humble women were carrying flower baskets on their backs. They did not dare to move or walk along the cave wall. The little god was hunched over the Qiongguan Cave.

Outside the cave, there is a gloomy and bloody mouth.

Hundreds of spirit moths flew out of the ring spirit, and they surrounded the little god and attacked. Taking advantage of this moment, Zi Mo took the three women out and said anxiously: "Go back and tell the master in black that Wu Ming is about to die."

Tell him to come over quickly."

Zi Mo watched the three women run away before she felt relieved. The spirit moth could not hold on for long. She removed the spirit moth, and a spiritual light appeared in her hand and hit the little god's head. The little god shook his body and worked tirelessly.

Come on. It's really difficult to deal with.

He would chase Zi Mo wherever he went. He could not beat him to death or throw him away.

She transformed three rays of spiritual light in succession, striking the little god one by one. The spiritual light was still abundant in her hands, but when it fell behind the little god, it was light and weak at all. In the end, she could not transform anything at all.

Oops, the borrowed spiritual power is used up.

She avoided the pursuit of the little god and tapped the third ring spirit to open the big net to find some useful magic weapons. The moment she turned back, a strange face poked out from behind the big net.

The little god grinned and stared at Zi Mo. He pulled hard with his hand, and with a hiss, a hole appeared in the net, and all the magic weapons and treasures fell down from the hole.

Seeing this opportunity, Zi Mo turned around and stuffed Xiao Shen into the big net without noticing that her collar and the mouth of the net were tightly hooked together.

She tugged hard, and the moment she tightened the mesh, her clothes were torn into strips and draped over her shoulders. The thing inside seemed to be struggling to drag her in, holding on to her clothes and refusing to let go.

There was a click.

The clothes were torn into strips and pulled piece by piece into the net.

The little god suddenly became violent, and half of his face was exposed from the net with a rag wrapped around it, and his protruding eyeballs stared blankly at Zi Mo.

A sharp spiritual light flashed across, knocking the little god into the grass a few meters away.

There was a sudden warmth on her shoulders, and the black robe fell steadily on her body.

The little god's eyes were cloudy, he got up from the ground tremblingly, and rushed over like a crazy beast.

Youguan automatically took it into her hand, and the terrifying face oozing blood-red pus crawled over step by step. She slowly raised Yuguan and approached the little god in yellow coat.

There is no way to recover from being infected by the evil spirit, and it will only devour and infect other people. In order to prevent the little god from harming more people, she must take action.

Suddenly, several people ran over from the grass. It turned out to be the little god Zongshan. The little gods discovered early in the morning that the little god in yellow coat was missing. They searched the area and finally saw his figure on Qiongguan Road. Unexpectedly, what they saw was a whip.

It was pressed tightly against his neck, and if he was not careful, he would die.

"No, no, no!"

Three or four little gods ran over in panic. They collapsed in the grass and cried loudly: "Please be merciful and let him go -"

Zi Mo grasped the situation in her heart and screamed, the little god fell at her feet.

"Old Four, Old Four!"

The horizontal whip of Zimo stood in front of the little gods, completely separating the other little gods from the dead little god in yellow coat. The sharp blade flickered with light, and the other little gods knelt in front of her and screamed hoarse. The dead little god turned his head to the sky, and for a moment

It turned into a wisp of smoke and blew away.

Only then did she let go of the matter. The fine sweat on her palms had turned cold. Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer, and her body fell limply to the ground.

A figure stepped forward. You Guan rose from the ground and quickly put it around the man's waist. He picked up Zi Mo and was about to leave. The eyes of the little gods blocked his way with fierce glares.


Chapter completed!