"What do you do so loudly?" Wen Jiu looked at Abi who was hurting, and then looked at the lingering death aura of Xiaojiro's wound. Obviously, this death aura was very domineering. Almost at the same time, he completely turned the hand into a dead limb.

However, this change may only be Xiaojiro who doesn't take this seriously, because Xiaojiro only saw Xiaojiro slightly pushed away the palm of Shenmu Juntai and said, "It's okay, there's no blood!"

"You," Shenmu Juntaiga was still regretting Korejiro's hand, but suddenly he heard this comfort and immediately didn't want to say anything.

But as a samurai, if Korejiro knew that his right hand would be like a corpse from now on, it would be even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Chen Mu Juntai, who took a deep breath, looked at her warm wine that was still smiling, and asked in a deep voice: "Mrs. Xing, this matter is a conflict between Xiaoerjiro. There is an old Chinese saying, "I would like to ask you not to remember the villain's past."

"There is also an old saying in China," Wen Jiu still smiled and glanced at the wound on Korejiro's hand and said, "It's hard to raise a villain or a woman."

"Cough!" Xuanyuan Jimo couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth. Although he was wearing Xing Le's mask on his face, his eyes were still there.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his eyes, which made the righteous face feel a little evil. Chen Mu Juntai, who heard the sound, glanced at General Xing, who seemed to have no presence and said, "Mr. Xing!"

"I'll listen to my wife." Xuanyuan Jimo spread his hands and made a helpless expression towards Chen Mu Juntai.

"Madam Xing, please." Chen Mu Juntai lowered his head to Wenjiu and begged: "Your Excellency Jiro knows nothing."

"That's why do you know more?" Wen Jiu leaned over and leaned against Xuanyuan Jimo and said, "Tell me, and by the way, where did your holy objects come from."

"Madam Xing!" Chen Mu Juntai's voice sank slightly, and Xiao Jiro's familiar clear eyes also became a little sinister.

"Don't want to?" Wen Jiu glanced at Abi, who was restless, grabbed the man's big palm attached to his stomach with both hands and said, "Then tell me, how could the handsome and clear Lord Chen Mu Juntai be covered in ghost energy?"

"Of course it doesn't matter if you don't say it." Wen Jiu didn't wait for Chen Mu Juntai to ask questions and Orejiro, and then asked: "What can you do if those ghost auras can't stand you? Then it should be that even the dead aura will not stump Lord Chen Mu Juntai, right?"

"If I said it, can you help save his right hand?" Chen Mu Juntai frowned, thinking that the ghost doll was not sure if it was that era. Since she wanted to know, it wouldn't matter to tell her.

"That's what it's worth." Wen Jiu snatched the man's palm, felt the man's slightly shivering palm, and bent his eyebrows and said, "Is it worth a hand?"

"Wait a minute!" Finally, I couldn't help but hold my wrist with doubts, and looked at my palms that were not bleeding and said, "I want to know if you are talking about the right hand that needs treatment?" Xiaojiro held up his right hand and looked at the three people in front of me who seemed to know everything.

"Yes!" Wen Jiu nodded and smiled with a willful smile.

"No!" Chen Mu Juntai turned around and looked at Xiao Jiro, looking at the other party's clear doubts, Chen Mu Juntai let out a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, yes, Xiao Jiro, do you know that if the death breath in your palm is not eliminated, your hand will slowly grow corpses, and gradually make your whole body, except for the heart and consciousness, jumping, will be stiff and rotten until death!"

"That's right." Wen Jiu looked at Xiaojiro's eyes that looked at him in surprise, and still nodded with a smile.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was about to withdraw his palm but was used as a toy by the little lady, his eyes darkened, and his other hand leaned into the hem of Wenjiu's clothes without any trace. His calloused palm rubbed slightly against the delicate skin under his hands. The corners of his mouth had not been bent for a second since it was raised.

After answering Xiaojiro's words, Wen Jiu suddenly turned stiff and his waist even more calm. After he shook off his hand and grabbed the big palm that was playing with, his hands accurately grasped the palm that was messing around his belly through his clothes.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who knew that the little lady was tickling, looked down and saw the big cat eyes covered with a layer of water mist that was obviously suffocated. Through the water mist, he saw a slightly aggrieved look inside. Xuanyuan Jimo was unstable and simply took his little lady into his arms in this position.

He turned to look at the two people who were annoying and said, "Go out!"

"You?" Chen Mu Juntai was stunned at first, then became angry at the eyebrows. However, before the two of them could react, Xuanyuan Jimo waved a thread of spiritual power directly at the two of them and pushed the two who did not react outside the room.

When the two outside the house completely came back to their senses from Xuanyuan Jimo's ability, the two outside shadow guards had already conscientiously closed the door tightly.

Seeing that the two of them were about to break into the room, the two shadow guards raised their eyebrows together and stopped them straight ahead and said, "Sir, let's wait, our general has a bad temper."

As for the two inside, Wen Jiu looked at the two people who were just thrown out by this man, widened his eyes and swallowed. Until the door of the room was finally closed by the shadow guard, he turned his head awkwardly and looked at the man and said, "Jimo, that..."

"Hmm? What does the madam want to say?" Xuanyuan Jimo gently kissed Wen Jiu's ears, looked at the immediately red earlobes, and smiled slightly.

"Madam, I won't say it, then I'll say it." Xuanyuan Jimo's voice was hoarse and magnetic. Listening to the man's words, Wen Jiu still didn't understand what he did wrong just now, and directly made this man so badly?

"Okay, don't, I'll say, I'll say!" Taking advantage of the moment when the man exhaled behind his ear, Wen Jiu took advantage of the force to get up and turned to sit on the chair next to him.

But where is the reason for giving up when the meat reaches the mouth? Xuanyuan Jimo, who was holding Wenjiu's wrist, directly grabbed the person and hugged him in his arms and said, "It's too late, ma'am!" If you can't eat the meat, you can still eat the meat residue.

Because of setting up a barrier, even the four people outside knew what the two people inside were doing that made people blush, but they couldn't hear a slight sound. If it weren't for the only one who came out in the end, they probably thought that the two people in the house were just secretly discussing something.

Seeing Xuanyuan Jimo come out, Jin Mu Juntai and Xiao Jiro immediately took a step forward, looked at the man's very happy face and frowned, "Mr. Xing?"

"My wife said, I want the thing that makes you full of ghostly aura." Xuanyuan Jimo raised his lips slightly and looked at Chen Mu Juntai after he finished speaking, then threw Abi in his hand into the hand that Xiao Erjiro hurriedly took, and said: "Take off the things you left, maybe you can handle it with lenient treatment!"

When he heard this, Abi, who was originally going to pounce on Xuanyuan Jimo, immediately fell happily on Xiaojiro's hands. After a moment, the dead energy immersed in Xiaojiro's body disappeared from Xiaojiro's body with a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chen Mu Juntai, who was watching this scene, suddenly jumped up, bit his cheeks and looked at Xuanyuan Jimo and said, "Mr. Xing means that if I don't give it, I have to give it?"

"No." Xuanyuan Ji looked at Chen Mu Juntai with a calm expression and said, "I mean, either you send it in person, or I will take the thing away with my wife when I leave."

"You!" Chen Mu Juntai's face froze and he said coldly: "Have Mr. Xing never cared about others?"

"It's full of ghostly aura. When we leave, you must be able to live and say this to me again." Xuanyuan Jimo raised his eyebrows and turned around and went straight into the room without waiting for Chen Mu Juntai to reply.

Looking at the little lady sleeping on the bed, Xuanyuan Jimo's stiff face softened, he leaned over and gently printed a kiss on the smooth forehead, took off his clothes, and was about to hold the little lady in his arms when he went to bed.

But I knew that before Xuanyuan Jimo could reach out, I could automatically roll into the man's arms. After greedily taking a breath of the man's breath, I fell asleep deeply.

But the other person on the bed was not so good. Almost the moment he was hugging him warm wine, Xiao Xuanyuan Jimo, who had just handed over the food, stood up immediately.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was stiff, finally gritted his teeth and hugged his wife tightly in his arms. As for the others, Xuanyuan Jimo said that it is important to hold his little wife without any importance.

Xiao Jiro outside the door ignored the meaning of the last sentence left by Xuanyuan Jimo, and was pulled back to his thoughts by Abi who suddenly bumped into the door in his hand.

Xiaojiro, who had a little dim expression, looked at the holy object that could not wait to leave, frowned slightly, and was about to turn around and leave, but unexpectedly, Abi hit the barrier set by the old Hell in a daze.

With a "clang", the blade had an intimate contact with the bluestone floor tiles.

When Korejiro, who had frowned, was about to go forward and pick up his holy relics, he didn't expect that the holy objects would fly straight up and then crashed towards the barrier again.

I don’t know if it was because I had been worshipping the holy objects for a long time, but Kojiro could even feel the grievance and discomfort of the holy objects.

Shocked by his own thoughts, Kojiro subconsciously reached out toward the holy object that was bounced back. Unexpectedly, the holy object was pulled by somehow. When he hit the wooden door for the last time, he passed through the wooden door intact and entered the house.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who allowed this thing to come in, but did not allow this thing to wrap around his wife's wrist without permission, waved his sleeves, and another purple-gold barrier covered the bed where the two of them were sleeping.

Abi, who was sobbing, didn't catch up and hit the barrier this time. As long as his master was still in front of him, it wouldn't be a problem! The generous Abi turned to the table and turned into a bracelet that Wenjiu was very familiar with.

However, this bracelet is not like the clear and clear jadeite in the past. It transforms into a simple and unpretentious black bracelet. At first glance, it looks like a pool of abyss stretching and finally turns into a bracelet.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Kojiro outside the door finally saw that there was no black sword shadow appearing in the room. Then he sighed lightly, turned around and looked at the still stunned Juntai Chenmu who was talking: "Hello Juntai, I think since it is about your life, it is okay to not have that thing."

Chen Mu Juntai has always liked to collect things that are of the ages, such as ancient books, banned books, and utensils that have been used in some years and puppets.

It is said that every puppet in the island country has a soul, and Kantae Chenmu is convinced of this. Kojiro, who sighed, looked at Kantae Chenmu who was still unresponsive, and directly slid across the collar of the person.

He slipped the person out of the yard and opened the car door that had been waiting in place. After Xiaojiro threw the person in, he sat up and said to the driver in front: "Go back to your patriarch's residence."

"This?" The driver looked at Chen Mu Juntai with a pale face and a dull look from the rearview mirror, and his hands slowly stretched towards his waist.

"Right second!" Chen Mu Juntai, who had come back to his senses, still called out to the driver with a bad expression: "Go to my private residence."

"Yes!" Seeing that the clan leader was still doing well, the second in the right put down his palm, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards another hidden place.

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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