mosquito demon

Yan Jue separated his soul, and at first all he could see was a patch of white light, and the

n his vision gradually became clearer.

　　Yan Jue gradually saw the scene in the room.

　　The cold aura permeated the surroundings, making Yan Jue feel extremely sick.

　　A man and a woman stood in front of him.

　　Madam Huang was lying on the bed, her breathing disordered.

　　Chu Fu was peeling off Mrs. Huang's dress.

　　Looking at this disgusting scene, Yan Jue suddenly understood why Qi Xianqing had to co

me in to save people.

　　No one is born into a harem.

　　Huang Niangzi was trapped in a fantasy world, and later she developed feelings for Chu F

u because she was unable to recover from the flood.

　　And naturally they would stop it if they could.

　　Yan Jue came to Chu Fu.

　　Chu Fu glanced at himself: "Ajue, you're here too, come on, let's go together..."

　　After he said that, he reached out to grab her. Yan Jue took a step back and recited the tru

e secret. In an instant, her body A small icicle appeared in front of him.

　　This was the ice summoning technique she had practiced hard a few days ago. With her c

urrent level of cultivation, she could only summon an icicle the size of her palm, but it was eno

ugh.

　　The icicle accumulated strength in the air and slammed towards Chu Fu.

　　Chu Fu's pupils suddenly tightened, he screamed in horror, broke out in a cold sweat, and

woke up.

　　Yan Jue's eyes slowly fell on Ruantan, the handsome man who had been silent all this tim

e.

　　This should be... the evil spirit that caused Lady Huang to lose her soul.

　　There was always a layer of black air covering the top of his head. Although Yan Jue stared

at him, he couldn't quite distinguish his facial features.

　　Regardless of whether he was good-looking or not, Yan Jue chanted the "Psychic Art", an

d the collar around his neck instantly turned into a golden thread, and he shot out like an arro

w.

　　A big skull was stabbed directly into the gauze tent. The handsome man in the tent jumpe

d out suddenly, clenched his hands into fists, and struck at Yan Jue with a ferocious face.

　　Yan Jue rolled on the ground to avoid the man's iron fist, and slapped the handsome man

on the cheek with a "pop" sound.

　　In an instant, the golden thread roared out and pierced the man's back!

　　The man screamed, clutching his chest tightly, and a faint black mist gushes out from his

wound.

　　Yan Jue didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly and tenderly picked up Huang Nian

gzi, who was burning all over her body: "Huang Niangzi, wake up quickly! Your soul has been

away from your body for too long, you must go back as soon as possible!"

　　Huang Niangzi stared at her, her pupils suddenly tightened.

"Ah——" Madam Huang began to scream uncontrollably.

　　Yan Jue felt that her ears were going to be deafened. He hugged her and hurriedly ran to

wards the bed curtain.

　　In the blink of an eye, he finally came to Huang Niangzi's body. Yan Jue used all his streng

th to throw Huang Niangzi's soul away.

　　The surrounding light gradually receded and turned into endless darkness.

　　Yan Jue opened her eyes suddenly and found that she had fallen on the bed without kno

wing when.

　　The people around her heard the noise and lowered their heads to look at her.

　　The candlelight illuminated her clear face, and a strand of hair fell from her ear.

　　He didn't know when he fell beside Qi Xianqing.

　　Duan Luxi: "Wake up, little junior sister, you are so awesome!"

　　Yan Jue hurriedly got up from Qi Xianqing, took two steps back, and suddenly bumped int

o something. She turned around suddenly and found Chu Fu lying next to her, with a large are

a of fainting in her chest. Red blood stains.

　　In an instant, the blood stain began to turn black.

　　Along with a strange breath, a thick black smoke suddenly emerged from Chu Fu's chest!

　　Qi Xianqing's originally smiling smile with some interest suddenly dissipated completely. B

lack smoke rushed through the small room, rushing towards the window over there at lightnin

g speed, as if trying to escape.

　　The candle shadow was instantly unsheathed, green light flashed, and Qi Xianqing cut off

the black mist with a sword.

　　"Huchi... Huchi... Huchi..." Chu Fu sat on the bed, his face pale, and a line of dark red bloo

d spread from his chest.

　　He looked up at everyone, his expression turned cold, he stood up suddenly and jumped

out of the window, disappearing into the night.

　　Duan Luxi: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

　　Chu Fu didn't respond to her, just leaving an indifferent back.

　　The male protagonist is a chauvinist with a strong self-esteem. His scandalous behavior in

the spiritual mirror just now was seen by so many people, so he must find a place to reorganiz

e himself.

　　Yan Jue knew that the male protagonist was not stupid. The reason why he was so stupid i

n front of him was because he had not yet obtained his Yin Yuan.

　　Apart from having a harem, the male protagonist is indeed a genius in other aspects.

　　He has a golden finger and various opportunities. He is an absolute wizard in cultivating i

mmortality and enlightenment. In just one month, he has reached the peak of Qi Refining Rea

lm.

　　If he could get her Yin Yuan, it wouldn't be a problem to directly break through to the pea

k of Consecration.

　　It is precisely because the male protagonist has always been a handsome and talented bo

y in front of outsiders, so it was completely unexpected to be caught in the mirror today.

　　Duan Luxi covered Mrs. Huang with a quilt and stood up: "Then our mission is done this ti

me?!"

　　"It's so simple!"

　　Qi Xianqing said nothing, looking out the window as if thinking.

　　Duan Luxi: "What's wrong, senior sister, aren't you happy?"

　　Qi Xianqing often goes on missions and has a natural intuition.

　　This D-level mission shouldn't be that simple.

　　Duan Luxi picked up the bronze mirror on the cabinet and handed it to Qi Xianqing: "Seni

or sister, that person didn't take anything with him just now."

　　After what happened just now, Duan Luxi's favorable impression of Chu Fu could be said t

o have plummeted.

　　Apart from his handsome appearance, this junior brother doesn't seem to have anything s

pecial about him. He always goes up to women when he sees them. How is this any different f

rom those birds/beasts who only think with...?

　　Qi Xianqing held the soul-calling mirror and muttered: "I suspected there was something

wrong with this magic weapon from the beginning."

　　Yan Jue sat on the edge of the bed, his face a little pale, and he raised his hand to press hi

s left chest.

　　I don't know why my chest is aching now.

　　Yan Jue: "Yes, how could a person with his level of cultivation have such a magic weapon?

He couldn't have stolen it, right?"

　　Qi Xianqing looked at her with a strange look in his eyes: "..."

　　Duan Luxi was filled with suspicion for a moment: "Listen When you say this, it really soun

ds like there is no one named Chu in the Four Great Immortals Family. Where did Junior Broth

er Chu get this magical weapon? Could it be stolen? " "

　　..."

　　Duan Luxi: "Senior Sister, What should we do next? Should we guard Mrs. Huang?"

　　Qi Xianqing shook his head, took out a small box from the Qiankun bag, opened the lid a

nd showed it to her: "Just set up the formation around the inner room

　　. It can block most of the evil spirits and can also treat Lady Huang."

　　Yan Jue couldn't help but look up after hearing this, and saw Qi Xianqing holding a format

ion model in his palm.

　　When practitioners go out, they will bring several prepared formation models for conveni

ence.

　　In this way, the formation that originally took an hour to set up can be activated in just a f

ew breaths.

　　Yan Jue felt a little sour again.

　　Why does the heroine know everything and have everything?

　　Qi Xianqing had just observed the black mist.

　　The yin energy is very strong, but there is no evil energy.

Demons and ghosts can be excluded.

　　What's left are demons that are relatively easy to deal with.

　　...

　　Because they are the ones doing the main tasks, they still have to rely on themselves for e

verything. Qi Xianqing can only provide some basic guidance.

　　Duan Luxi stamped his foot twice, and the formation model in his hand lit up with a faint

white light.

　　An undetectable barrier spread out from around several people.

　　The formation was successfully launched.

　　Duan Luxi: "Yan Jue, what magic weapon did you use in the mirror just now? It feels so po

werful. Don't you want to practice swordsmanship?"

　　Most disciples of Wulongshan choose to practice swordsmanship. Wulongshan is also fa

mous for its fairy swords in the world of cultivation. .

　　Duan Luxi was still a little hesitant when he asked this question.

　　After all, supernatural powers, magic weapons and the like are really too sensitive things i

n this world.

　　No one likes to expose their magical power to outsiders. This kind of thing is usually kept

under the radar.

　　Because sometimes, my magic weapon and magical power are often used to save my life

at the last moment.

　　Yan Jue smiled, untied the collar and showed it to Duan Luxi: "Yes, this is a magic weapon.

I haven't practiced sword practice yet. I am an outer disciple and am not qualified to enter the

sword tomb."

　　Duan Luxi was stunned, but he didn't expect Yan Jue to do so. The child showed her the t

hings and felt warm in his heart.

　　Yan Jue watched from the side as Duan Luxi activated the formation so skillfully, and coul

dn't help but ask: "Senior sister, you are at the early stage of consecration, right? Why do you

want to do the primary task?"

　　Duan Luxi didn't care, and said: "Alright? It's not because you were too playful and unwilli

ng to do the task when you were in the foundation building realm, so you put it off until no

w."

　　Yan Jue: "...You are really talented."

　　In Wulong Mountain, the source of income for disciples is monthly income.

　　There are very few monthly jobs. If you want to make money, you mainly need to take on

more tasks.

　　Yan Jue was a little curious about Duan Luxi's family background. How much money could

a person have to go from the foundation building level to the light opening level without havi

ng to do any tasks?

　　-

　　Duan Luxi activated the formation and looked back at Qi Xianqing: "Senior sister, let's go

back to our respective residences."

　　Qi Xianqing looked at his arm for a while and asked, "Did you bring healing plaster with y

ou this time?

Duan Luxi: "Ah... no."

　　Yan Jue then noticed that Qi Xianqing's arm was covered with red marks at some point.

　　Kind of like being bitten by a mosquito.

　　When they came today, they passed through a forest and saw a group of huge mosquitoe

s in the forest.

　　But Yan Jue remembered that Qi Xian Qingming had already blocked them with a protecti

ve shield at that time, and he didn't know why he was still bitten...

　　Yan Jue: "There is... in my room."

　　When he said this, Yan Jue felt pain in his chest again, So there was a pause.

　　Qi Xianqing raised her eyes and looked over: "Junior sister Yan, can you lend me some?"

　　Yan Jue still remembered Qi Xianqing's revenge for taking ugly photos of herself.

　　She wouldn't give it to her.

　　Yan Jue immediately rolled his eyes: "...of course."

　　The night was getting darker.

　　The Huang family is also a mansion belonging to an aristocratic family. The carved beams

and painted pillars in the house are so exquisite and beautiful.

　　On the way back to the room, Yan Jue walked in front and Qi Xianqing followed.

　　Yan Jue didn't know why, but his steps were getting faster and faster.

　　Qi Xianqing suddenly asked: "Junior sister, are you that afraid of me?" In

　　the quiet night, Qi Xianqing's voice was also very soft.

　　Yan Jue: "No..."

　　Qi Xianqing looked at her back, his eyes slightly turned, but he said nothing.

　　Qi Xianqing followed Yan Jue to the room, and saw the girl squatting down in front of her,

pulling out the drawer and rummaging around, then stood up, holding the medicine in both h

ands and handed it to her.

　　Qi Xianqing's eyes flashed with confusion, and he held it with both hands, lowered his hea

d slightly, and took it.

　　Yan Jue accidentally saw the marks on Qi Xianqing's hands. They were all red and swollen,

and the skin was broken in several places, with some light blood oozing out.

　　Yan Jue was stunned: "Why does a mosquito bite cause so much swelling?"

　　"It's a small injury, don't worry about it." Qi Xianqing raised his hand to look at it, then pul

led down his sleeve: "It's the mosquito monster in the forest today. "

　　Yan Jue couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you use a protective shield when you passed throug

h the forest today? Why were you still bitten?"

　　Qi Xianqing: "The protective shield can block some large mosquito monsters. Small, good

at finding gaps to get in, and can't be stopped."

　　This was the first time Yan Jue heard that mosquitoes could become monsters through cul

tivation, and couldn't help but think of the fist-sized mosquitoes he saw in the forest today:

"Mosquito cultivation. Will he turn into a big mosquito after becoming a monster?"

　　Qi Xianqing paused: "It's still a low-level monster, its size remains the same, but its bite is

more powerful and it needs to absorb more blood to survive."

　　Yan Jue said every time . You can learn new things by chatting with Qi Xianqing.

　　She knows that this world is rich in spiritual energy, and everything can be cultivated into

essence, such as pigs, pots and pans.

　　With Qi Xianqing's physique, he should be bitten by mosquitoes often... he must be used

to it.

　　Yan Jue couldn't help but smile when he thought of that scene, and mocked as if nothing

had happened: "I didn't expect that senior sister is so powerful and can't defeat a few small m

osquitoes."

　　Qi Xianqing's eyebrows were slightly curved, his hands were clasped behind his back, and

he said slowly: " I didn't expect that my junior sister, who is so fearless, would be afraid of a s

mall image in my photo capture box." Yan

　　Jue

　　suddenly thought of something and his face suddenly became serious: "Delete that one.

No photos... images? "

　　The fairy's head can be cut off and her blood can be shed, but there can be no ugly photo

s.

　　Qi Xianqing said after a long time: "Delete it." Yan Jue

　　breathed a sigh of relief and was satisfied. Suddenly, there was a painful and numb itch on

her back. She hissed and raised her hand to scratch behind her, but that place seemed You ca

n't catch it at all in the very back place.

　　Qi Xianqing noticed her behavior, with a subtle playful smile in his eyes, and asked: "Junio

r sister, have you been bitten by mosquitoes too? Do you need me to help you apply medicin

e?"