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Chapter 33 Becoming a spirit?
When Liu Chefu heard this, he trembled with fright and hurriedly said: "Don't dare, don't dare!"

Feng Shuying said with a smile: "You can dare."

Liu Chefu: "..."

He felt that Feng Shuying smiling like this was so scary!
His gut told him that nothing good was going to happen.

Feng Shuying took out another talisman from her arms and put it on his forehead. His mind went blank for a moment, and he stood up with a dazed expression.

Feng Shuying was very satisfied with the effect of the talisman paper.

After she came to this world, she was originally a little worried that this body would not be able to draw talismans.

After trying it, she discovered that although this body had never practiced Taoism, it was very suitable for learning Taoism.

In addition, before she traveled through time, she was a rare genius in the Taoist sect in a thousand years. She could learn all kinds of Taoist techniques and was familiar with various mental techniques.

It wasn't difficult for her to pick it up and learn it again, but her body was a bit weak right now, and she couldn't use many Taoist techniques.

The only thing that surprised her was that this body was very pure, and it was even easier to use for drawing talismans than her own body.

Feng Shuying spent one night drawing these symbols. This speed may make people who have practiced Taoism for many years hit the wall.

She clapped her hands and said, "You dare to plot against me? I will kill you!"

Someone nearby clapped their hands and said, "Well, it is indeed beautifully done."

Feng Shuying trembled when she heard the voice, because the voice was so familiar!

It's Jing Moye.

She turned around with difficulty and saw Jing Moye standing there in white clothes.

He was dressed in white clothes that were not stained by dust, and looked at her with a pair of warm peach blossom eyes with a hint of teasing.

Just by looking at his appearance, it is clear that he is a peerless young man who is as gentle as jade.

It's just that Feng Shuying knows how bad his temper is, and it will definitely not do anything good to appear here at this time.

She asked: "Did the prince know that I was in danger today and came here to protect me?"

But she was cursing in her heart, a bitch man is following me! So shameless!
Jing Moye said calmly: "Protect you? You are thinking too much."

"I just want to see the liar reveal his true colors. After all, only when there is real danger will the liar show his true strength."

"Only in a deserted place, if you catch him red-handed, the liar will have no excuse to pretend to be a fool."

Feng Shuying: "..."

Can this dog man talk?
What liar?

Nonsence!

She is obviously a good young man with five principles and four beauties, but she is just strategically covering up some facts in order to survive.

She asked him: "What do you want to do?"

Jing Moye didn't answer but asked: "Who did you learn your Xuanmen magic from?"

Feng Shuying raised her eyes and looked at the sky: "Xuanmen magic? What is Xuanmen magic? I have never heard of it."

Jing Moye snorted softly and said, "You're still pretending now, what is this?"

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the talisman stuck on the big man's forehead.

Feng Shuying said with a smile: "This is what the prince is talking about! Is this a Xuanmen technique? I really don't know."

Jing Moye looked at her coolly, wanting to see how long she would go on.

But Feng Shuying said very calmly: "Isn't this something that people are born with? Does it still need to be learned?"

Jing Moye: "..."

Does she want to hear what she's saying?
His voice was a bit colder: "My patience is limited, and I have spent too much time on you."

"If you insist on seeking death, then this king is not to blame."

After he finished speaking, he slowly pulled out the sword in his hand: "Do you think I will cut off all your hands and feet directly, or slowly kill you?" Feng Shuying: "..."

She knew that he could really do such a thing, after all, he was an out-and-out crazy person.

She hurriedly said: "My lord, please don't be so fierce. If you have something to say, please speak it out!"

Jing Moye ignored her. When the sword was unsheathed, it made a clanging sound, as if it was cutting Feng Shuying's heart.

Feng Shuying said hurriedly: "Actually, there is something I don't understand. Why do you insist on me, my lord, to prove that I am a member of Xuanmen?"

Jing Moye glanced at her sideways: "Because if you are a member of Xuanmen, it means you still have some value."

"If you were not a member of Xuanmen, you could die now."

Feng Shuying had a headache: "But I'm really not a member of the Taoist sect. Does it count if I'm a member of the Taoist sect?"

Jing Moye: "..."

Is there any difference between the two?

He raised his eyes and looked at her: "You answer my question truthfully. If there is even one word that is untrue, I will kill you."

Feng Shuying raised her hand and said, "Okay, my lord, let me ask."

Jing Moye said solemnly: "Who taught you to draw these talismans of yours?"

Feng Shuying sighed. She wanted to tell him that she had traveled through time and that she had learned these things in her previous life. The key was that she couldn't say this.

No, even if she said it, he wouldn't believe it.

She stretched out her hand to pinch the edge of his sword and said, "These are really things I have learned since I was born."

The sword in Jing Moye's hand was pointed directly at her throat: "How dare you lie!"

Feng Shuying: "..."

She knew that he would never believe her if she told the truth.

When she traveled through time, it was equivalent to knowing it when she was born. This was a skill she acquired in her previous life.

She took a deep breath and said, "I knew this, and the prince believed it even if I said it, but it's true."

"These techniques in Taoism have always been about fate. Who can learn it and who can't is determined by talent."

"Your Majesty is well-informed, have you ever heard of the Heavenly Bard?"

Jing Moye looked at her suspiciously.

She explained: "It means that a person originally had nothing in his mind, but after a serious illness, he has a lot of things in his mind, and suddenly he will memorize a lot of poems."

Jing Moye's peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, remembering a book of ghosts and ghosts that he had read many years ago, in which this kind of thing was mentioned.

When he saw this story before, he felt that the author was really ridiculous and could make up such a story.

Now when he heard Feng Shuying mention this matter, he still felt that she was lying. After all, she was a liar and there was not a word of truth in her mouth.

She opened a pair of bright eyes and asked expectantly: "If the prince doesn't deny it immediately, then he has heard about it!"

She wanted to move closer to him, but the sword point at her throat immediately pierced her throat, causing stinging pain. The cold sword edge made her shiver.

She stepped back a little, reached out and gently pulled his sleeve and said, "I can't tell anyone about this, because if I tell others, they will think I'm mentally ill."

"But what I said is really the truth. In the whole world, maybe the prince is the only one who can understand me!"

"My lord, you are my soulmate!"

Jing Moye: "..."

He originally believed her words when he met her eyes, but as soon as her words about "a close friend" came out, he didn't believe a word of it again.

He had been decisive in killing in his life, and there was nothing that made him difficult to make a decision. However, this woman in front of him made it difficult for him.

(End of this chapter)