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Chapter 16 Be good and let me sleep

Jing Moye glanced at the hand on his sleeve, but she smiled even sweeter, grabbing his sleeve and shaking it gently, as if she was coquettishly coquettishly treating him.
He seemed a little surprised when he looked at this scene. There are people in this world who are so bold and dare to act coquettishly towards him?
He released his hand that was holding her chin and said, "Tell me exactly why you came here today!"

"If you tell the truth, I may spare your life, but if you tell a lie, I will tear off your head and use it as a ball."

Of course, it was impossible for Feng Shuying to tell the truth in front of him. After all, if he told the truth, there would be no way to explain that he knew Taoism.

But Feng Shuying's mind was spinning very fast, and she quickly made up a story: "My mother's memorial day will be in a few days, and there is a custom of climbing high in my hometown."

"It is said that the higher you stand, the farther you can see, and the closer you can be to the sky, and the closer you can be to your deceased relatives. I miss her, so I want to be closer to her."

"The highest place right now is here, but the prince knows that the people in the Lin family are not good to me."

"I told them before that I wanted to climb here, but they didn't let me. I had no choice but to make this move."

When Jing Moye saw her eyes rolling around, he knew that this guy wasn't telling the truth.

But she looked at him with a flattering look on her face and said, "Your Majesty, you also saw it. I couldn't climb up even after a lot of effort. Could you help me, Your Majesty?"

Jing Moye asked her, "Didn't you need my help just now?"

Feng Shuying said with some embarrassment: "This time, that time!"

"My lord, you are the best. You won't bear to let me work in vain!"

The corners of Jing Moye's lips curled up slightly, and his dark eyes looked at Feng Shuying with a smile but not a smile: "What a coincidence, I am very tolerant."

Feng Shuying: "..."

Just when he was about to say: "If that's the case, let's forget it", but he said again: "Unless, unless you beg me."

It's about Feng Shuying's life, so she can still let go of her figure.

So, Feng Shuying gently pulled Jing Moye's sleeve and said softly: "Your Majesty, please!"

Jing Moye didn't say anything, but with a strong movement of his hand, he threw her up, drawing a perfect parabola in the air.

Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!!!"

She almost screamed!
Brother, if you help, just help. Can't you tell her in advance before helping so that she can be mentally prepared?

Her reaction was quite quick. Just when she was about to land, she twisted her waist upwards and stood up unsteadily, escaping the fate of being thrown into a dog's excrement.

There is a piece of flat land on the rockery, on which an extremely fine formation is drawn with cinnabar.

Feng Shuying looked at the formation. There was a silver lock in the middle of the formation. The lock was an item that the original owner had brought to him since he was a child.

She didn't go to get the lock immediately. She took out a piece of wood from her arms, then took out a knife and started carving quickly.

She carved very quickly and soon carved out the shape of a human being.

Jing Moye tapped his toes and landed next to her: "The way you miss your mother is quite special."

Feng Shuying paused her hand and said softly: "The vulgar country customs make the prince laugh."

Jing Moye stood there with his sleeves on, he wanted to see what she was going to do.

I saw her quickly carving the eyebrows and eyes on the carved human figure with a short knife, then took out a small bottle from her arms, and poured all the blood in the bottle onto the wooden figure.

After she did this, she muttered something unknown, then took off a silver lock and replaced the wooden figure.

Because Jing Moye was under a very powerful spell, he had been looking for a way to break it in the past few years, so he had some understanding of these things in Xuanmen.

What was in front of Feng Shuying was clearly a spell formation, and the lines looked very vicious.

Although this formation is different from the spell in him, it is also similar in two ways. His original mood of watching the fun suddenly faded a lot. At this moment, he was sure of one thing, that is, she really knew the magic of Xuanmen!

This little liar!
Feng Shuying couldn't care about him at all at this time. The conversion of objects in the array was a very important matter and he couldn't be careless at all.

She didn't have any magic weapon, so she had to rely on experience to get it, which would involve quite a bit of risk.

As she expected, when she took out the silver lock, a vicious spirit emerged from the lock and strangled her fiercely.

She was well prepared, and with her other free hand, she directly used the Golden Sword Technique to strike down the evil spirit.

She split the evil spirit in half with just one strike!
Before the evil spirit turned into smoke, its eyes were widened and it looked at her in disbelief.

She looked at him with a pair of innocent eyes. This evil spirit was just not very powerful. This was just her basic operation.

The evil spirits of this era still have too little knowledge and are too brittle, and can be killed with a single blow.

Too unchallenging!
Jing Moye couldn't see the evil spirit, he could only feel the changes in the aura around him.

He asked Feng Shuying: "What happened just now?"

Feng Shuying said innocently: "Ah, did something happen? Why didn't I see it?"

Jing Moye's eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you want to put away your hand skills before talking to me?"

Feng Shuying: "..."

She refused to admit it even to death: "Sleight of hand? What skill?"

"Oh, the prince is talking about this gesture of mine. This is a gesture commonly used for blessings in our hometown."

Jing Moye snorted coldly and said nothing.

He had seen someone use her technique before. It was a technique used by Xuanmen to kill ghosts, but the opponent was obviously not as fluent as hers.

Feng Shuying felt a little confused when she heard his cold snort. She felt that with his status, it was unlikely that he would come into contact with such a technique.

In view of his crazy nature, she felt that he was deceiving her.

She quickly stopped her gesture, and then placed the little wooden man in front of the formation.

When the wooden man was placed on the formation eye, the surrounding aura quietly changed, and the purple energy that had previously gathered over Lin Mansion began to dissipate.

Feng Shuying breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the formation was complete.

From now on, the Lin Mansion can no longer lie on her body to suck blood, and it will be relatively smooth for her to get her things back.

She thought for a while, took out the cinnabar from her arms and drew another formation next to it to prevent anyone from taking the little wooden figure away.

After she finished drawing the formation, she turned around and saw Jing Moye looking at her with an inquiring look on his face.

There was a sudden thought in her heart, and she said very innocently: "My lord, thank you very much for today. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to miss my mother so closely."

Jing Moye's eyes were dark and unreadable, and he asked quietly: "Since I have helped you so much, how do you want to thank me?"

Feng Shuying replied: "I will pray for the prince every day. I wish him peace and success and a long life."

Jing Moye snorted coldly: "Something you can actually see."

Feng Shuying asked tentatively: "For example?"

Jing Moye said softly: "Let me sleep."

(End of this chapter)