When she opened her eyes, she was already on the bustling street.

She walked and looked around, and the more she wandered around, the happier she felt. Fengcheng was indeed a big city, and she lost count of the number of people performing and setting up stalls on the streets, and shouts always came out from around her inadvertently. However,

What she cares about is not only the people here, but also the temples here.

In just one stick of incense, she saw three or four temples, dedicated to different gods. She went in to visit each one and put some incense on the way. There were many people here, and the gods they believed in were also mixed. She

I was thinking about it in my mind, and after walking for a while I saw a nice piece of land.

It's a good place to build a temple.

Just as she stopped and took a second look, a man ran up to her in the wine shop. The man stopped and looked at her, his eyes darting up and down, as if he wanted to see her inside and out.

"Little girl, are you building a mansion or doing business? I'm the owner of a nearby restaurant. People are vying for my place for miles around. I think you have a good eye. If you like this one today,

I'll sell it to you." The shopkeeper waved his hand and said with a cheerful smile.

"I want to build ten temples. The scale doesn't need to be that big. I just need to put up a statue and an altar so that passersby can see it." She took out her money bag and handed it to the man.

The shopkeeper threw the bag in his hand and rolled his eyes to the sky in the blink of an eye. He threw the money into her arms and stared, "Aren't you taking this for fun! Why do you buy land for such a small amount of money?"

You can't even build a temple with your trivial skills, so go ahead and don't delay my business."

Zi Mo didn't know that things had changed rapidly over the past thousands of years. If she hadn't left the mountain, the world would have been completely different. In the past, the gold and silver in her hands were more than enough for ten temples and twenty temples, but now

He couldn't even buy a cow.

"Well, there is a small woodshed at the corner ahead. I will sell it to you out of kindness, and no one will care about what you do with it." The shopkeeper took the money bag and said.

When we arrived, the small firewood shed was even worse than what the shopkeeper said. The bricks and tiles were covered with dirt, a few mice were jumping up and down on the firewood pile, and the walls were peeling off outside the door. There was even a place to stay.

None.

She was silent for a moment and started to repair the little dilapidated house.

With the blessing of mana, the small woodshed quickly took on a new look.

Looking at the empty door plaque, she stared at the statue of the statue for a long time. Why not call it Wuming Hall? With a wave of her hand, the three characters were hung on the plaque.

The small temple looked simple, but it had the same style as it should have. After all, the temple was built, but it still had a long way to go to gain people's faith and incense. She herself put some incense in front of the altar.

Faintly hearing the chirping at the door, Zimo put on the incense burner and wanted to see what was going on outside. He crossed the threshold of the small temple. Suddenly his mind went blank and his body was dragged away uncontrollably. When he opened his eyes, his appearance changed drastically:

Weeds were piled high on the ground. A man was lying quietly among the weeds. The cold wind was pouring into the cave. There were three big characters on the stone wall next to it - Qiongguan Road.

Why did you come back to Qionguan Road?

She raised her hand to cast the spell, silently recited "Fengcheng" three times in her heart, and opened her eyes, still in the same place.

Not enough mana?

She cast spells one after another, but her hands were empty. It took a long time before pieces of light shone in her hands, leaving only a trace of magic power.

The silent short whip on the ground suddenly stirred, and the man on the ground was afraid that he was about to wake up. The time limit of the Yan Ting Ji Cong Pill had almost passed, and just now the little King of Hell was jumping up and down, crying and laughing, and tangled his hair around his face.

It's such a big circle...

When he was controlled, he looked like he was gnashing his teeth, as if he wanted to peel off her skin and suck her blood.

She slapped her head hard, followed by a burst of bitterness.

Why didn't you think carefully about the dilemma that would follow when you gave Yan Song the 'Words and Obedience' pill just now?

For example now...

Using the last bit of her magic power, she wiped away Yan Song's memory of that period just now.

Touching Yan Song's body, a surge of spiritual power surged into her body again. It seemed that the consciousness surrounding her was constantly gathering. The four ring spirits on her right arm gradually burst into light, and a soft light completely enveloped her.

Covered up.

This feeling was so familiar. She suddenly remembered something and summoned the spirit moths. Sure enough, just like that time, thousands of spirit moths flickered and danced with fluorescent light.

"What are you doing?" With a sharp cry, all the spirit moths flew into the ring spirit in a mess, and disappeared one by one in an instant.

Yan Song stared at her hands, his lowered eyes flicking up and down, his face showing no joy or anger.

Seeing him, Zi Mo angrily took back the hand on his waist. The moment her fingertips left the golden robe, the turbulent waves in her body immediately calmed down, and the rising spiritual power began to dissipate. She didn't know why.

There was a faint calmness in my heart, which soon turned into stagnant water.

"You Guan." Yan Song called softly, and the short whip jumped up from the ground and wrapped it around his waist.

There were bursts of noise coming from outside the cave, and the sound seemed close or far away.

Zi Mo looked around and saw Qianguan staggering over to him, stretching out his hands and hugging her and the little King of Hell tightly, "I thought the two gods had gone away secretly. I searched for you for a long time but couldn't find you.

Please don’t leave yet, okay?”

She was already a little shorter than the Little King of Hell, so she was already at a disadvantage when standing opposite him. Qian Guan rushed over and gave her a fierce hug, knocking her directly into the arms of the Little King of Hell, causing her pain.

She didn't put her hands on her back, nor did she put her hands behind her back. It looked like she and Qian Guan were fighting to pounce on the little King of Hell. She opened Qian Guan's buried head, trying to get through the narrow gap between the three of them.

He moved out of the room, but unexpectedly, the child was whimpering with runny nose and tears, and the strength in his hands became stronger.

Almost her whole body was trapped in her chest, and she could even hear the ups and downs of Little Hell's heartbeat. She couldn't move, so she could only curl up in a cramped manner.

Not long after, Little Hell pinched Qian Guan's arm with one hand and pulled him out of his arms like dust. Taking this opportunity, Zi Mo also quietly moved away, smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes and stood aside dignifiedly.

, as if nothing happened just now.

After Qian Guan was pulled away, a pair of hands grabbed Yan Song restlessly. He wiped his tears and whispered: "The two adults haven't imparted my teachings and mental methods yet. I have already made arrangements for the two adults."

Residence, come back with me quickly."

That night, Zi Mo couldn't sleep and got up from the bed. Feeling the dim light of the moon, she walked to Qionguan Road without knowing it.

Scenes from the day came to her mind over and over again.

She first gave Little Hell the Yan Ting Ji Cong Pill, and then suddenly gained temporary magic power. At that time, Little Hell's magic power collapsed, and Little Hell lost his magic power while she gained it.

Is there some kind of connection there?

Could it be that physical touch would open this connection? She recalled in detail the turbulent feeling when her hands were placed on his body. At that time, she was sure that there was abundant spiritual power flowing in her body.

If this were the case, it stands to reason that when Qian Guan hugged the two of them tightly, she and Xiao Yama were almost close to each other and should have opened the connection, but she made no movement at all at that time.

What the hell is going on?

She sat on the stone pier, and only the endless winding weeds looked at her silently.

Right.

‘Do what you say’ pill!

Her eyes lit up.

Have a close encounter!

It was a kiss before that that triggered all the abnormalities later on.

She jumped up from the stone pier and had her next move in mind.

It's late at night and the door is slightly closed.

In the narrow gap that no one could see, a small moth got into the room. It circled a few times in the air and flew towards the man on the bed. His slender and distinct hands were casually placed on the edge of the bed, his forearm

There was a thick layer of gilt black gauze wrapped around it, which did not fade away even at night. The little moth rested on the black gauze for a moment, then jumped up and landed on the man's lips, pecking lightly.

The familiar surging feeling hit me again.

This direction is indeed the right one.

In this case, the little King of Hell will lend you your magic power first.

Zi Mo folded her wings and glanced at the closed eyes of the man on the bed. She calmed down and immersed herself in the spiritual exchange.

Suddenly, there was a burning pain on the top of her head. She flapped her wings and moved her body. The pain was as if she was being roasted. She was about to flap her wings again, but she couldn't move. She raised her head, and a huge palm covered her, stopping her.

Into the deep darkness.

After being lifted and thrown to the ground, she was instantly shaken out of her original body.

"I didn't provoke you, but you provoked me first." Yan Song twirled his hands, sat up and said coldly. The short whip on his waist suddenly trembled, he touched the whip with one hand, and then he seemed to notice something.

Close your eyes slightly.

It seems that he is adjusting the spiritual power in his body.

Zi Mo quietly moved towards the door.

The shimmer all over his body became fainter and fainter, and finally he couldn't see a trace at all. When he frowned, he suddenly opened his eyes and put on a cold, bloodless face.

"Okay, no wonder my spiritual power has been out of balance these past few days, and no wonder I can't find the reasons or flaws. It turns out you are the one who is doing it. You pretend to know nothing all day long, but you secretly use tricks behind your back. Even I can be fooled.

In the past, it seemed that you were quite capable."

Yan Song pressed forward step by step, gently turning the short whip in his fingertips, wrapping it around his chest, and in the blink of an eye it was pressed against Zi Mo's heart.

The sharp blade on the whip seemed to be able to break through her skin at any time. She stepped back repeatedly, and the blade pressed closer and closer until she had no way out.

"Why don't you say anything? Are you feeling guilty? Show your true strength."

She choked and sat in the corner, silent.

"What kind of strength do I have? You've seen all my abilities. I also accidentally discovered that you and I are spiritually connected. It was definitely not intentional and there was no purpose."

She clearly understood the murderous intent in Yan Song's eyes. Even if she had just stolen a little bit of mana, it would definitely not be enough to fight against Yan Song. Fighting against him would definitely be a dead end, but it could still be used to escape.

The only option right now is to go.


Chapter completed!