Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up trash

"Why don't you kill me? Killing me with your own hands isn't what you want to do most."

"Kill you, to whom should I transfer the magic root in Jiang Qinghe's body?" Yan Yun looked at him coldly.

As soon as the words fell, she was about to cast a spell to leave the devil world.

"Host wait a minute! Let's go back to the main city of Demon City, where there are good things to get."

Duocai hurriedly opened his mouth, although he didn't know what the other systems said was good, but it shouldn't be too bad.

Her hand froze and stopped, then took out the spirit ring and dripped a drop of blood into it.

The spirit ring glowed with white light for a moment, and then disappeared after a moment. She probed her consciousness into it. It was a small space, about ten square meters, with a dry pool.

With a move of his mind, Yan Yun brought Song Qingyue into the space, and then looked at Yu Feng again.

Seemingly anticipating what she was going to do, Yu Feng's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help hugging the person in his arms tightly, "I would like to sacrifice the spirit and soul to break the contract in Jiang Qinghe's body."

"Just let me take her away."

When he said this, his expression gradually became a little stiff, and he couldn't help lowering his eyes, his fingertips trembling.

Now, he also has to ask for this, the little girl he has never put in his eyes is really reincarnated
"Do not."

She looked down at him, refused without hesitation, and said in a deep voice, "I won't believe anything you say."

Yu Feng never thought that she would refuse so quickly, and his expression was slightly stagnant.

Yan Yun forced him to raise his head, looked into her eyes, and said word by word: "You are disgusting, you have treated Jiang Qinghe as a dispensable tool from the beginning to the end."

He knew that if Jiang Qinghe's matter was used as a bargaining chip, Yan Yun would agree, but unfortunately, she would not believe anything he said.

tool?Yu Feng was dumbfounded, and suddenly laughed, a bit sad, but with great self-mockery.

Yan Yun forcefully brought out the dead Qinghui from his arms, then directly knocked him unconscious and threw him into the portable space.

She used her spiritual power to dig a hole on the ground, buried Qinghui in it, and then turned into light and shadow and headed towards the main city of the magic capital.

The scenery around him is ever-changing, the main city of the magic capital is no longer prosperous in the illusion, and it looks even darker in the gloomy world. The remaining blood on the ground reminds everyone of the tragic battle that took place here.

Following the guidance of Duo Cai, she came to a palace in the magic palace.

"Qionghua Palace."

She looked up and read the name of the palace.

On the palace gate, there was a pair of human skeletons hanging. A gloomy look flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and he raised his hand to put the skeletons into the storage bag.

"Host, it's near here, look for a secret passage."

Yan Yun nodded, and then explored here.

When she walked to the inner hall, the green bracelet in her hand suddenly lit up, giving off a warm feeling.

In the next second, just hearing a "bang", the wall in front of her opened by itself until a secret passageway that could pass through was revealed.

She gently stroked the bead chain on her wrist with her hand, and then strode into the secret passage.

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Changlezong.

Because Jiang Qinghe lived in Yuehuaju for the past few days, his energy and energy were obviously much better, but his face became paler and paler.

The junior sister disappeared again for no reason, and Wu Yue's uncle, Mengxuan, seemed to be busy all of a sudden, not knowing what he was doing.

He was lying on the bed, and sometimes he felt that it would be good to just die like this, but now he was too tired.

Spring would always squat beside him, rubbing his head against his palm, as if saying, I'm with you.

Accompanied by the scent of flowers outside the window, he was full of thoughts, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, a figure quietly appeared in front of the window.

It was Wen Qingyu, he cast the sleeping technique, and then entered the room, he couldn't help but sighed.

He is very clear about his body, the demonic energy in his body is getting stronger day by day, and there is a faint tendency to attack his heart. Sooner or later, he will become a demon.

That being the case, it is better to exchange this contract with him.

It was because he was so stupid, because he blindly believed in Master and Qingyue, that he harmed so many people, and he deserved what he deserved when he fell into such a fate.

Wen Qingyu stretched out her hand in an attempt to strip the contract in his soul and transfer it to herself. The collision between the soul and the soul is undoubtedly extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, it will endanger your life.

He carefully led his soul to wander around Jiang Qinghe's soul, looking for the contract.

Finally, he found a golden seal in the depths of his soul.

Wen Qingyu didn't have time to be happy, he didn't dare to be distracted, for fear of hurting Jiang Qinghe's spirit.

He divided his soul power into strands and wrapped them thinly around the golden mark, then pierced his chest and took out a drop of heart blood, intending to forcibly form a contract with it.

Just when he was about to entangle the golden seal with the power of his soul, a strong aggression burst out from under the golden seal.

That aggression devoured Wen Qingyu's soul power like gluttonous gluttony, and when he regained his soul with great pain, his temples were already sweating profusely.

What is this?
Wen Qingyu was startled by the strange power just now, and at the same time he quickly realized that Jiang Qinghe's weakness was not caused by this contract!
On the contrary, if it weren't for this contract to suppress that thing, I'm afraid the junior brother would have been sucked dry...

Wen Qingyu seemed to have found his target all of a sudden, he once again drew his soul into Jiang Qinghe's soul, this time his goal was no longer the golden seal.

He wants to draw that thing out.

In the dark room, Wen Qingyu was dressed in white, shining brightly under the moonlight shining through the window.

Time passed by, and at the moment when the morning light came out, he finally transferred the strange thing to his soul.

Wen Qingyu felt that thing was constantly devouring his spiritual power, eating away at his soul bit by bit.

If he hadn't already reached the golden core cultivation base, he might fall down in the next second.

Wen Qingyu smiled slightly in Jiang Qinghe's direction, with a bit of relief.

He has been in the Changle sect for nearly a hundred years, and Jiang Qinghe was only three or four years old when he entered the sect.

The master didn't know how to take care of children, so he entrusted Jiang Qinghe, who was lively and active, to take care of him. Sometimes he even had the illusion that he was both a father and a mother... Now, he is the one who should make amends.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched Jiang Qinghe's head, left a few storage bags, thought for a while and left his saber, and finally left a phonogram on the table, and disappeared into the Changle Sect .

When the morning sun shone into the house, Jiang Qinghe's eyelids moved slightly, and the spring on one side arched his head, making his face itchy.

"Why does it feel like I wake up feeling comfortable..."

He opened his eyes, a little puzzled, feeling full of energy all of a sudden, without the usual fatigue at all.

When he saw the things on the table, he stepped forward in a daze, why is the elder brother's saber here?