Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 105: Secret conversations late at night, hidden murderous intentions.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Fellow Taoist Qian, there is no need to mention this matter again." Yi Chen chose to refuse without thinking.

This time he chose to agree to Qian Yueru's request to guard Longjiang Mansion, which was just a coincidence.

He has always been unwilling to be restrained and will not join other forces even to death.

"Hey, I knew it would be like this." Qian Yueru's face drooped, and for a moment, it was like an eggplant beaten by frost, wilting.

As the saying goes, a thousand troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find.

Who can refuse a subordinate who can fight and has brains?

If Yi Chen could be conquered, she would save a lot of trouble.

With a sigh, Qian Yueru held the Bagua Xuanhua ax upside down and started walking along the streets of other districts.

It was rare to find a subordinate who could see her well. She wanted to recruit her, but was rejected. She was in a bad mood and wanted to find a few unlucky guys to practice axe skills to relieve her stress.

Then go back for a quick late-night snack.

It is an extraordinary period and cannot be taken too far.

Just have carp baked noodles and a whole roasted lamb.

After watching Qian Yueru leave, Yi Chen clapped his hands and continued to investigate the lucky ones who had been reported.

Although a big fish was caught, who can guarantee that the people behind will be fine.

Therefore, Yi Chen still had to take extra classes today.

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moonlit night.

The light spread everywhere, and the Longjiang River under the moonlight meandered forward like a jade belt.

At this time, four paper figures filled with gloomy energy were carrying a large red sedan chair across the sky, moving quickly to a secluded place hundreds of miles away from Longjiang Mansion.

The top of the red sedan chair was round, with dreamy red gauze hanging down from the top. A wonderful body lay on its side on the huge sedan chair. Just seeing the looming silhouette was enough to make people mouth-watering. Dry tongue.

A pure white hand lifted up the gauze, revealing a cheek that was both angry and happy. She took a look at the scenery outside, and suddenly smiled at a shadow on the river bank: "Youquanzi, you are becoming more and more careful. , It’s cold and late at night, why don’t you come into my gauze tent and talk for a while?”

His voice was full of resentment and admiration, very seductive.

A group of shadows by the riverside suddenly began to twist. After being called out by the owner of the gauze tent to break Xingzang, the shadow he was living in slowly faded away, revealing Xingzang.

He was a tall and skinny Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe, with a purple gourd tied around his waist.

There are strange red lines wrapped around the gourd, which looks very mysterious.

Although this person's figure is exposed, his face is always covered with a shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the dark night, a strange voice sounded like a broken saw rubbing the bottom of a pot.

"I, Youquanzi, still want to live for a few more years. Madam Butterfly, I still won't enter your Senluo Pink Tent."

"Today I just want to discuss it with you, Madam Butterfly. Now three days have passed out of seven days, and the sacrifices needed for the blood sacrifice have not been collected yet. What should we do?"

"I already know that the big fat bug under Madam's seat has already passed away tonight."

After hearing what Youquanzi said, Madam Butterfly was not angry at all. She chuckled, and for a moment the clouds broke over the moon. It was so beautiful that it made people's hearts sway.

She twisted her long hair around her ears like jade hands peeling onions, opened the gauze curtain, stretched out, revealing her thrilling curves, and said with a sweet smile:
"The Huangquan Sect has a profound foundation. My useless pet has just died, and you, Youquanzi, already know about it. Tell me, did you place someone next to me or within Longjiang Mansion?"

The beauty inside the gauze tent held a jade finger in her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on the tall and skinny Taoist figure in front of her, as if she wanted to try her best to penetrate the shadows on his face and find out some clues.

"Why bother testing Madam? I just want to make a deal with Madam."

"Pin Tao can solve the problem of sacrifices. It's not too difficult, but in exchange, I want the Taoist who is guarding Nancheng now."

"There is a great secret in his body, and it is best to live." "You can die, but the body must remain intact."

"Yinshan Mansion promised to send Shura Ghost General, Yaksha Ghost General, and Zhao Corpse King to cooperate with Umbrella Girl and Ji Yin to take action."

"What do you think Ma'am?"

Madam Die tilted her head and thought for a while, then chuckled and said, "You want to borrow my Ghostly Qi Mingtian Formation Flag to set up a trap to surround and kill that young Taoist."

"It's a good plan, but after all, Xiaochong has been following me for so long, and now he is killed. If I don't show any sign at all, it would be too disrespectful."

"Okay, I agree to this. It's fair to do so."

"But now I'm a little curious about what you can do to collect enough sacrifices for the blood sacrifice."

"We are still short of at least several thousand human sacrifices."

"Don't let us have a heated fight here and you lose control over there."

Under the night sky, Youquanzi hesitated for a moment and secretly whispered a few words to Madam Butterfly.

Suddenly, Madam Butterfly burst into laughter, stroking her hands and laughing:

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"When it comes to the viciousness of the heart and the subtleties of grasping the human heart, it's you humans who have to deal with it."

"Old Zamao, I admire you a little now. Compared to you, the umbrella girl is as tender as a hairless chicken."

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Fourth day.

The weather is a bit gloomy today.

Yi Chen walked out of the other courtyard, twisted his neck, and stretched his waist, his joints crackling all over his body.

After killing the demonic bug last night, he rested for a while and then devoted himself to the investigation. It was only now that he had completed all the investigations.

"Hey, where's the little meow?"

"This bitch hasn't run away from me in the past two days. Where did he go to fool around?" Yi Chen looked around, but he didn't find his big boy.

At this moment, a strange black cat with two wings appeared on the street in the distance. It took elegant cat steps and played in the morning breeze.

Along with it, there were three slightly smaller civet cats, ragdolls and Persian cats.

They ran together in the morning wind, chasing each other.

There is a kind of beauty that I came at the wrong time, no, you came at the right time.

Seeing this scene, Yi Chen couldn't help but harden his fist.

"You son of a bitch."

"It was only born a few months ago, and it has become like this. The blue beast in my Hidden Dragon Temple is just like this? It's useless."

As if noticing Yi Chen's gaze, the little cat suddenly roared fiercely at Cihua, Ragdoll and Persia, showing his true nature as a scumbag cat, and then ran quickly in the direction of Yi Chen with his tail between his legs.

In an instant, he jumped onto Yi Chen's shoulder and showed a flattering smile.

Yi Chen patted Xiao Meow's head angrily, took the back of Xiao Meow's neck with his big hand and placed it on the ground.

He looked at the three female cats looking aggrievedly in the distance, wanting to come but not daring to come, and sighed helplessly.

"Niaozi, get out of here."

"Don't run too far. Don't blame your father for not warning you if you get caught and stewed."

"Meow meow." (Good.)

With a slightly flattering meow, the little cat turned into a black lightning and ran out to play again.

The pink flesh pads of Meow Zi came into contact with the street. What was flying around was not dust, that was its lost youth.

(End of this chapter)