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 puppet 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.
Regardless of the order, even though your emotions are weak, after all, you have emotions similar to human beings."
"Don't presume to judge me."
Jiujiu was not moved by his words, and his expression remained as calm as ever.
"Otherwise, compared to the golden immortal Fengxu who has contaminated this land, I might let you taste the suffering first regardless of the consequences."
In such a situation, Balian would not take the initiative to cause trouble for her, "It was not my intention to break into the Soul Killing Tomb without permission.
My mother-in-law will leave on her own once her injury stabilizes. I hope Miss Ninety-nine can forgive her."
"The puppet has no heart and no tolerance. I don't want to have another corpse of a corpse demon accompanying me in my lair."
Jiujiu raised her fingertips and tapped Balian's eyebrows. The soul fire suddenly went out. She said calmly: "There is no coffin prepared for you here."
Balian suddenly opened his eyes wide, 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.
However, Bai Lian's face turned completely gloomy: "Don't come in the way."
Jiujiu said calmly: "Although your method can barely keep her soul alive, your death will be a kind of torture for her.
Boy, if you die, many people will have a headache."
The finger that pointed at Bai Lian's eyebrows did not retract, Jiujiu just looked at him in a bent posture.
Her voice was cold, and her eyes were particularly bright amid the dim light of the surrounding souls, like a wolf catching its prey at night under the 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 wonder if you have the consciousness to make the sacrifice?"
‘Yinghuo’ is the first-generation puppet. While possessing powerful destructive power, it also injects incomprehensible ‘wisdom’ and ‘knowledge’ into its master Xuefu.
Even though it sounded ridiculous, Bailian couldn't question what Jiujiu said.
Just like he couldn't understand how Jiujiu rescued Xiao Bailong from the madman Jinxian Fengxu.
Balian 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 is not without cost.
I helped you today, but if I need it tomorrow, you must satisfy my request without any conditions."
Balian didn't 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 the face of my mother's life, any price is nothing more than this."
"Don't talk too much yet." Jiujiu opened his palm, ignited his own soul fire, cut half of it, and flicked it into the center of Balian's eyebrows, and said calmly:
"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 Jin Xian Fengxu wanted these three golden needles to absorb enough of Ying Ji's essence, then take them out and put them into his own body, and finally force them to practice together.
In this way, you can integrate the power of soul that does not belong to you and use it for your own use without rejection."
Under Bailian's gradually becoming more exciting expression, 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 natural enemy, avoiding snakes and scorpions."
"Cough..." Bai Lian interrupted her with a slight cough, his eyes dodging to avoid Ying Ji's cold expression.
He unconsciously looked towards Bailiyu who was unconscious on the ground.
"You don't have to look at Baili Yu, he can't do it." Ninety-nine ruthlessly shattered Baili'an's thoughts.
The corners of Balian's mouth twitched and his expression was strange: "How do you know he's not good?"
Jiujiu raised her knife and chopped it on Balian's head. She glanced down and her tone became colder:
"Stop your rude thoughts, Ying Jigui is the daughter of the Immortal Emperor, and her bloodline is noble and extraordinary.
Although Bailiyu is extremely talented, he is still a mortal entering the immortal world.
In terms of blood, he cannot suppress Ying Ji, even if his energy, blood and soul are exhausted, he may not be able to force out a golden needle."
Balian felt that what she said was equivalent to not saying anything, so he frowned and said: "Not to mention the critical situation at this moment, I simply cannot leave this Soul-killing Mausoleum.
Even if I can leave, where should I go to find the descendants of the Immortal?"
This time, Jiujiu didn't say anything, and just stared at Balian with his clear black and white eyes as cold as gems.
The guidance implications are extremely strong.
Under such gaze again, Balian's scalp felt numb and his heart was turned upside down.
"What are you thinking in your stupid head?!"
Jiujiu looked at the furious Bai Lian with an expression of indifference that was hard to sympathize with: "You are wrong. The power of dual cultivation can be between you and someone else."
"Other people...there are no other people here..."
Bai Lian paused and looked at Jiujiu with a strange expression: "You don't mean to say you are referring to yourself?"
He had never seen anyone volunteer so actively in this area.
The more Ying Ji heard this, the more she felt something was wrong.
This strange woman who appeared out of nowhere is actually trying to persuade her son to do that kind of thing with her...?!
Simply appalling!
Ying Ji's face was livid and extremely ugly: "Where did you come from, how dare you covet my son!"
"Xiao An, this woman has evil intentions and treacherous words. You must not believe her nonsense! She is coveting your body! How can I, who is of the great Emperor Jiuyou's blood, get my hands on these weird women!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! 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!"
It does not make sense……
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's movements were a bit anxious, pulling on the wound on his back. Heat surged up in his chest, and he couldn't help but spurt out a stream of blood from his mouth, spreading the warmth between Bai Lian's sleeves.
Balian looked horrified, she was so frightened that she quickly got up and went to help her.
Jiujiu didn't mind Ying Ji's words, 'The mind is evil and the words are evil'.
She comforted her 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 spurt out a mouthful of blood.
Ying Ji was so weak that it was difficult to even open her eyelids.
Before she could roll, 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 it is a dual cultivation, there is no need for a substantial relationship. Soul cultivation is also a form of dual cultivation.
By letting go of your spiritual consciousness and communicating with your soul, you and I can understand this way."
Balian had no objection to this. He and Ninety-nine had a cooperative relationship. He knew that the rewards she would ask for in the future would be huge, and he was not polite to her.
He tapped his eyebrows with his fingers and absorbed the remaining half of the soul fire given to him by Jiujiu.
"That's it, we can get started."
"My son Xiao'an..." Ying Ji's voice was sad, and she sang a kind of desolation in which a young son sells his body 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 is unemotional. She has no idea of morality or shame, and she doesn’t have the shame-avoidance of a 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.
Jiujiu sighed softly: "So, if you read too many books by sages, you will have more worries. Human emotions are really complicated."
She shook her head and came to Balian, 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 slender hand like cold jade, and her movements were as graceful as picking leaves and flowers, gently twirling 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 spread 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, and she looked at Balian's increasingly 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 serious, as if he was talking about some important research:
"You can't accomplish anything because you have worries. I'm kind-hearted in helping you. I'm a man, so why should I act awkward and pretentious like a little girl?"
"You are a woman, you don't have any worries about what you say and do."
Ninety-nine sneered: "I am an unintentional doll, made by a human using special spiritual materials. You use human emotions and desires to restrain me. This idea is really ridiculous."
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 have particularly pleasing skins, which can be used by men to indulge themselves.
Enjoy.
When Xuefu originally made "Yinghuo", he strived to be comprehensive and perfect, and to embrace the rich knowledge of all rivers in the world.
Regardless of political strategy or the way of romance, they are also injected into our "furnace heart".
I know what you are worried about? But after all, I am not a human being, you just need to treat me as..."
Jiujiu paused for a moment, as if she was organizing her words. She looked up at Balian and said seriously:
"At this moment, in order to reach consensus, you just need to treat me as a 'tool' and use it to your heart's content."
She tilted her head slightly, glanced at Balian's hand, and said calmly: "I think I'm probably more 'easy to use'."
There was a hint of mockery and ridicule in his clear and cold eyes.
This is the first time that Balian is faced with a dual relationship 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 without saying anything.
Although Jiujiu is a hard-hearted doll, he is serious and responsible when he is put into 'work'.
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 like a favor.
"Well, he is such a good boy." His tone was still cold and emotionless.
This weird 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 Jiujiu stretched out his hand and pushed her on the shoulder.
His back was pressed against the cold stone wall, like a naughty student who was finally caught by his teacher by his pigtails and had to stand in the corner of the wall in an orderly manner.
Kankan stood firm, and 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 in stature, but she is a hidden master.
Balian frowned slightly, not used to being in such close contact with her, and wanted to retreat.
But she had the foresight to push her into the corner, and there was no room for concession.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She just pressed against the wall and pressed against him. She was clearly a woman, but her height was not lower than that of Balian. She could look at him calmly.
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When he was in contact with this woman on weekdays, even though she didn't show it on the outside, Balian could sense a restrained and domineering aura around her.
Now that we have such close contact, it is even more obvious.
Her pale brows carried a charming and calm look, and she supported him with one arm on the wall.
Her eyebrows were wide open, and the soul fire was connected with the soul fire, absorbing and intersecting as much as she could.
An ambiguous, intimate and lingering feeling suddenly arises in my soul.
Balian couldn't help but groan and gasp. Different from the physical pleasure, this kind of collision between soul and soul was even more difficult to resist.
Jiujiu's expression was calm, as if he was not affected at all. He even stretched out his fingers indifferently, and scraped his rounded nails back and forth on Bai Lian's chin like a playful cat.
Balian could hardly stand and slid down the wall.
Jiujiu 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."
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 know the little movements in her hands at all, but just listening to her nonsensical 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 make such a non-decent doll? Then she made such a nondescript doll based on her own face.
From this point of view, 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?
Balian blushed because of her shameless words, and he looked at her sideways: "Isn't it fun to tease people?"
Jiujiu muttered: "Observing human beings is also one of my pleasures."