Jun Xuan was trying to make the national teacher completely lose his soul, but was stopped by Biten: "Leave his soul, I'd like to make a difference between life and death."

Jun Xuan stopped obediently, and the surviving national teacher was like a pool of mud, lying in the center of the gathering yin formation, almost not like a ghost.

Beaten stepped on the messy broken limbs and walked to his side, and when he looked down at him, he tutted lightly: "After all, you have killed so many people, and it is too cheap for you to be so lost."

......

After resolving the matter in Lizhou, Biten and Jun Xuan returned to the ghost realm by Zilong.

Along the way, Yuan Lin found that the atmosphere between his master and the ghost king was strange.

It didn't hold back, and transmitted a voice to its master: "Have you quarreled?"

Shouldn't it, wasn't it okay before, and its love-minded master was willing to quarrel with the ghost king?

Jun Xuan replied: "No, no, don't think about it."

Denied three.

Let Yuan Lin be more and more confused.

It didn't suppress its curiosity, and secretly sent a voice transmission to Beaten: "You quarreled with my master?"

Beaten was boringly pulling a strand of its mane and braiding it, when she heard the words innocently: "Your master just got angry with me."

"why?"

"I don't know." It was like this when he came out of Lizhou, he was so angry that he looked at her like a scumbag.

"..." Yuan Lin was also speechless.

It's master didn't understand emotions before, but he finally understood, but the whole person became even more strange.

In this way, they returned to the ghost world with a strange atmosphere.

As soon as he went back, Beaten knew exactly what Jun Xuan was thinking.

"How on earth did you become an evil ghost?" Jun Xuan pulled Biten into the room with a solemn expression.

After the fall, settle accounts, here we come.

Biten's heart was tight, but she didn't show it at all: "Just like what I said in Lizhou, don't believe me?"

Jun Xuan stared at her: "You didn't tell the truth."

Beaten felt amused and leaned over to hug him: "How do you know I'm not telling the truth?"

Jun Xuan refused her closeness to prevent her from diverting her attention: "Intuition."

"Really?" Beaten blinked, took off the hood, leaned in with a smile, and kissed the corner of his lips.

Jun Xuan frowned to avoid her peck kiss: "I'm talking to you about business."

Beaten put her arms around his waist and said vaguely, "I'm doing business with you too."

With this move again, Jun Xuan clearly realized that Biten was diverting his attention, but he couldn't resist it at all, and his mind was a little confused when she chased and kissed him a few times.

Beaten, who was familiar with his body, easily started the fire and pushed the man on the chair.

But Jun Xuan was not very willing to cooperate this time.

Sensing that Jun Xuan's attitude was rarely firm, Beaten stopped and lay helplessly on his shoulder: "Is this matter so important to you? Since it's all in the past, let it pass. ."

Jun Xuan's brows moved slightly, just as he was about to say something, he heard Biten say tiredly, "Every time I think about it, I feel so sad, so let those things be buried in the past, okay?"

Indeed, Beaten had suffered so much in her previous life, so wouldn't it be another kind of cruelty to let her recall the past again?

Jun Xuan was suddenly unable to speak.

He slowly stroked Beaten's long snow-white hair, and finally lowered his eyes and didn't ask any more questions.

Beaten was silent for a while, kissing his profile slowly.

The temperature, which had been somewhat cool, rose slowly.

Beaten pulled his neckline, her voice hoarse than before, and sounded like she was coquettish: "I want you..."

Jun Xuan's determination in Biten was zero, and he was quickly defeated by her offensive.

......

The cold wind with black air swept through every corner of the dead city, and was finally drawn by the blood light, and flowed to a certain courtyard that was scorched by fire.

Thousands of resentful spirits wandered in this dead silent city, and they were finally pulled by this unknown blood light and stopped somewhere.

Soaring resentment, lingering malice.

In a trance, Jun Xuan felt that all this seemed familiar.

Yes, the Lizhou he visited today is such a scene.

But it's not like Lizhou, it's more like... Youzhou.

He came to the center of the huge gathering shadow formation under his feet.

Then, saw a fiery red back.

Yes... Beaten.

At that time, Beaten was wearing a fiery red wedding dress, and the skirt was dyed with blood that had turned dark brown. The light in her eyes was lost, and she was full of abyss-like stillness.

She lowered her head, kissed the dead boy in her arms, and muttered, "Ajing, when Shangqiongbi falls to Huangquan, I will find you too."

She said, closed her eyes, opened her mouth and swallowed a piece of black jade.

"Don't!" Jun Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he rushed to stop it, but his palm passed through Biten's body.

Only then did he realize that he was in Beaten's memory.

This was something that had happened in the past, and he couldn't stop it, he could only watch Beaten being swallowed up by the thick black energy and malice.

Threads of malice penetrated every pore of her, peeling off her soul from her inner body, immersing it, swallowing it...

Do not! do not want!

Jun Xuan stretched out his hand to Bit Cen again and again, but it was only in vain.

It was as if someone had stabbed him in his heart, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

The scene in front of him gradually faded, and Jun Xuan woke up suddenly, and what he saw was the top of Bi Cen's snow-white hair.

Beaten noticed his awakening, rubbed in his arms, and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Jun Xuanhun hugged her tightly.

Beaten cuddled lazily in his arms. She had done a little ruthless before, and now she doesn't want to move. She simply ignored the movement of the life and death book, and fell asleep in his arms again with peace of mind.

It was only after this day that Bit Cen clearly found that Jun Xuan's whereabouts had become strange.