One month later.

Jiang Niannian felt that Yin Buqi had become a little cold towards her recently.

In the past, I wanted to stick to her for twelve hours a day, but recently, not only did I not stick to her anymore, but even the frequency of our dual cultivation has dropped drastically.

Every day he either went to the Temple of the Gods to handle important matters, or locked himself in the library to look up information or something.

"Do you think there's a problem in your relationship?" Hu Feishuang was dressed elegantly, with pearl hairpins jingling on her snow-white wrists and a waist as slender as a willow. She was sitting in Jiang Niannian's yard, eating snake gall and frying melon seeds.

Hu Feishuang's beautiful eyes, which were clearly divided into black and white, turned and asked, "Do you think he is having an affair outside? I see that he is always running out of Qingqiu recently."

Jiang Niannian defended her: "How is that possible? Don't talk nonsense. We are not that kind of people who would give up."

Xiao Qi was pouring tea for the two of them. It was the finest fairy buds, the top-grade fairy tea that ordinary cultivators couldn't even dream of, but the young master was sending it to this Fangfei Garden as if it were free.

Hu Feishuang spat out a mouthful of melon seed shells and continued, "Oh, don't worry. Is there anything between this couple that can't be solved by dual cultivation? If one time doesn't work, try twice. I guarantee that he will sleep with me completely."

Listen to what she said. Is this something a dignified, noble goddess of Qingqiu could say?

Why do these lewd words sound more like what the sisters in the brothel say?

Jiang Niannian was so frightened that her hands trembled and a few melon seeds fell to the ground: "Where did you learn these words?"

"I learned from the book I borrowed from you. When the old palace mistress was still around, I either studied etiquette or recited women's training every day. It was so boring." Hu Feishuang leaned close to Jiang Niannian's ear and asked, "I have finished reading the book "The Pure-hearted Duck-headed Black-bellied Immortal Lord" that I borrowed last time. I came here today to borrow a new book."

Jiang Niannian: "...If the old palace knew you had become like this, he would probably be so angry that he would flip over the lid of his coffin."

"I'm just like a red bird that lives with a red bird, and a black bird that lives with a black bird." Hu Feishuang said, "If you're really worried, why don't you just go and see what he's up to?"

Jiang Niannian was about to say something, opened her mouth, and closed it again.

He stood up, pulled Hu Feishuang away from Fangfei Garden, and left Xiaoqi alone.

Temple of the Gods.

Yin Buqi sat in the hall, leaning back in his chair with an impatient look on his face.

In front of him, many servants were struggling with distorted faces in extreme pain, and they exploded and died in the next second.

The Qingqiu assassins were no longer surprised by this and continued to report all kinds of intelligence collected from outside, almost without missing any information.

"Young Master, with the help of my subordinates and the help of the wandering cultivators, I learned that the last place where Yin Ci and Wen Shili's bodies appeared was Buzhou City. And according to gossip, in thirty days, the famous Linlang Pavilion in the human world will hold an auction there, and the prize is the long-lost technique of pulling the thread."

After hearing what the assassin said, Yin Buqi felt something was wrong.

Recently, he was reading ancient books in the library, trying to find out the true meaning of the four words "living towards death" to break the evil spirit, but he accidentally found a forbidden technique, which was the thread pulling technique.

The user of this technique sacrifices his life and soul to control the ghosts, but the backlash is extremely severe, and there is no record of how to use it specifically.

Based on the clues, he guessed that the person who controlled Shen Susu in Qinghe Town, lured Jiang Ziyou to Wuchang Mountain, and took away Yin Ci's body during the chaos was the same person. If this was true, the pulling thread technique would be his biggest bargaining chip, and he would never make it public.

Well, this manipulation is most likely just a cover, and another insider wants to use this auction to lure out the person behind the scenes.

But that suits him just fine.

As Yin Buqi was thinking, he raised his red eyes and glanced at the servants standing beside him. He picked out a few people from among them, waved his black robe, and killed them without changing his expression.

This was the scene that Jiang Niannian and Hu Feishuang saw when they arrived at the Temple of Gods.

"Tsk tsk, look at your husband. This man kills people without any hesitation. It's obvious that he has a tendency to domestic violence." Hu Feishuang whispered while holding on to the door of the back hall of the Temple of Gods.

Jiang Niannian recalled how she kicked Yin Buqi off the bed last night and laughed dryly: "It's not domestic violence, it could be menopause."

Her voice was very low, but Yin Buqi quickly cast his gaze over: "Niannian, why are you here?"

Jiang Niannian made a move to leave: "Then I'll go back first."

Yin Buqi reached out to her: "Come here."

The group of assassins and servants lowered their heads, wanting to look at her but not daring to.

As soon as Jiang Niannian walked over, Yin Buqi hugged her on his lap.

Hu Feishuang, who had just accused Yin Buqi of having a dog outside, sat cautiously beside them without saying a word.

Yin Buqi put his arm around her waist, rubbed his head against hers, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for two hours. I miss you so much."

"Clang!" Someone's sword fell off his hand.

"Clang, clang, crack--" I don't know who's sword fell from his hand one after another.

The newly recruited assassins desperately stuffed their eyeballs into their eyes. Were they seeing things? Was that really the cold-blooded master who killed people without blinking an eye?

Is this the legendary Miss Jiang who is kept in the Young Master's golden house? !

Oh my god, he’s dead!

The senior assassin standing by looked at everyone's reactions with a look of disdain, ha, what a lack of vision!

They have seen scenes like this many times, haven't they?

Hu Feishuang sat aside and rolled her eyes: What the hell is this called a relationship problem? ? ? You two are kidding me!

Yin Buqi had eaten enough, so he raised his head, took out something wrapped in oil paper from his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Niannian. He smiled at her with raised eyebrows and said, "I went out today and brought back some straw raincoat cakes for Nian Nian. I have been warming them with my spiritual power. Eat them while they are hot."

The smile was so charming that Jiang Niannian's heart skipped a beat and she immediately forgot the purpose of coming here.

She likes sweets, and the strawberry cake is filled with syrup made from honey yellow fruit, but honey yellow fruit cannot grow in Qingqiu and can only be found outside.

He remembered that she loved to eat.

Jiang Niannian felt warm in her heart, took it, and found that there was an extra portion, so she asked, "Why did you bring so much? I can't finish it."

Yin Buqi seemed to have just noticed the addition of Hu Feishuang. He glanced at her and said, "Give her one."

"Is that so?"

Yin Buqi looked at Jiang Niannian, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome and tender: "I'm afraid she will eat yours and you won't have enough to eat."

Hu Feishuang silently gave her the middle finger in her heart: Come on, I'm just redundant.