As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zixiu lowered

his head. Jing Shaoci's heart tightened, thinking that he was really angry. When he was about to admit his mistake, Yan Zixiu spoke.

"You are right, you are indeed an exception in my heart." At this point, he suddenly changed the subject, "But you are too arrogant because of your pampering, and you may still get beaten."

After speaking, the little paper man put down his hand and returned to his original chubby appearance.

Jing Shaoci felt even sweeter at this moment than when he heard Yan Zixiu call him husband, and he was almost flushed with pink bubbles.

Yin Jue rested for a whole night, and with Yan Zixiu's spiritual guidance, he felt much better.

Yan Zixiu came to the guest room, took his pulse first, and then asked, "Why did you appear in Xiaobei's car yesterday?"

Yin Jue glanced at Lu Qiaobei beside him, and Yan Zixiu understood and turned around and said, "Xiaobei, if you don't go back these days, you still have to inform your family and the agent." Lu

Qiaobei reacted suddenly, "Oh, that's right!"

After saying this, he immediately said, "Brother Yan, my mobile phone is out of battery, can I borrow yours?"

After Yan Zixiu said that the wireless charger was in the bedroom, Lu Qiaobei went out in a hurry.

Seeing this, Yin Jue rolled his eyes and said, "Like a big fool."

Yan Zixiu turned around and said, "He can be seen as a child who was raised by pampering. He is not stupid, but simple."

"Heh." Yin Jue snorted coldly and didn't take it seriously.

Yan Zixiu said calmly: "Now that they've left, you can talk."

Yin Jue took a deep breath and then told the story.

Yesterday, he was chased by that group of monsters. He called Yan Zixiu for help but got no response. Fortunately, Yan Zixiu was a star. If he had work, his schedule would be transparent on Weibo. If not, he would just flee to the Jing family.

After seeing the news of the magazine festival, Yin Jue immediately fled to the event site, but the group also chased him to the parking lot.

Just when he had nowhere to go, he saw Lu Qiaobei's sports car, so he took advantage of Li Fengzhi turning around to make a phone call and got into the car.

Hearing this, Yan Zixiu asked in confusion: "How do you know that it was Lu Qiaobei's car?"

Yin Jue turned his head slightly and said unhappily: "After you brought him to Zhuyuanzhai that time, he drove to see me several times in private."

"Is that so?" Yan Zixiu nodded slightly, then asked: "Why did that big monster chase you?"

Yin Jue turned his head and said loudly: "Why don't you ask Lu Qiaobei why he came to see me?"

Yan Zixiu said indifferently: "That's your business, it has nothing to do with me."

"Besides that mortal in your family, who else is related to you?" Yin Jue complained with disdain.

Yan Zixiu did not respond and remained silent.

A few seconds later, Yin Jue raised his right hand, and after a burst of green light appeared in his palm, a round silver box appeared in his palm.

He extended his hand as if to signal, but Yan Zixiu did not take it.

"This thing is engraved with an evil formation."

Yin Jue did not expect that he could see it at a glance, so he said: "Yes, the things in this round box can quickly increase the demon power, which is faster than absorbing the essence of a living person."

Yan Zixiu said coldly: "If something is abnormal, it must be a demon."

Yin Jue was silent for a while, and said seriously: "I also heard it from a cat demon friend of mine. He said that many demons have used the things in this box. I was curious for a while, so I followed him."

Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes and looked at his palm, and said: "Then you snatched this thing?"

"I didn't steal it!" Yin Jue was a little excited, "How could I rush to seek death? As soon as I saw the box, it flew into my arms by itself. I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked for it afterwards. It was really fucking weird."

Yan Zixiu thought for a moment, then said, "Who gave this thing to you demons?"

Yin Jue frowned and replied, "I don't know the details, but I heard that it seemed to be a Nanyang sorcerer."

"What are the conditions, what do you want in exchange?"

Speaking of this, Yin Jue also felt strange, "He didn't want anything, just said that he wanted to make friends with us demons."

Yan Zixiu laughed, but the laughter was very cold.

"Since this thing is so evil, I will destroy it to prevent it from continuing to harm people."

After hearing this, Yin Jue immediately handed the silver box to him.

When the moon was at its zenith, the two men came to the suburbs.

Yan Zixiu first used talisman paper and small flags to set up a formation around him, then prepared a bowl of clear water and put the silver box in it.

"Stay away." He said.

Yin Jue immediately did as he was told and stood behind him on the right.

Yan Zixiu closed his eyes slightly and chanted the mantra.

Just as the flags moved without wind, blue smoke began to emerge from the silver box.

The smoke rose up, and the way it rolled in the air was inexplicably weird.

With a click, the silver box cracked in the middle. At this moment, the smoke condensed into a monster and rushed towards Yan Zixiu.

"Be careful--"

Before Yin Jue's voice fell, Yan Zixiu was directly pressed to the ground.

His heart tensed, and he conjured up a bamboo flute while running towards Yan Zixiu.

The sharp sound of the flute pierced the mist beast like a sword, but it only blocked for a moment before the mist beast's sharp claws slapped Yan Zixiu again.

Yin Jue's eyes were bloodshot, and he tried to block it with his body, but was knocked out by a strong gust of air.

Yan Zixiu was hit in the chest and spurted blood in a coma.

After severely injuring Yan Zixiu, the mist beast strangely stopped attacking, and then swung its tail around like a tiger sniffing its dying prey.

Yin Jue struggled to get up from the ground, holding his abdomen and gasping for breath.

This evil creature was so powerful that even if he had no injuries, he would not be able to defeat it in one round. If he wanted to save Yan Zixiu now, he could not fight head-on, but could only outsmart it.

Yin Jue managed to calm his mind, and then put the bamboo flute to his lips.

The melodious flute sounded like soft silk. He approached the mist beast tentatively, and Yin Jue infiltrated his demonic power into it, slowly surrounding it.

But just as he was about to close the net, a sarcastic voice rang in his ears: "Oh, you overestimate your own abilities." As

soon as the voice fell, the mist beast transformed into a man, and with a wave of his hand, he dispersed all his evil spirits.

Yin Jue felt a very terrifying aura from the man, which was different from Yan Zixiu's strong aura. This man made him feel scared and also made him feel a strong sense of hatred.

The man didn't take Yin Jue seriously at all. After appearing, he squatted down and hugged Yan Zixiu's upper body in his arms.

Yin Jue suppressed his fear, pointed at him with his bamboo flute and cursed: "You beast, put the person down!! You don't understand human language, do you, your grandfather..."

Before Yin Jue finished cursing, there was a rustling sound around him.

At some point, countless black and red centipedes suddenly emerged from the ground, each as thick as an adult man's arm, and were arching their bodies to surround him.

Yin Jue was so disgusted that he immediately took out his sleeping fan and swung it with cold rays.

But if one died, ten or even hundreds of them would emerge, and he could never kill them all.

"The Vermilion Bird descends, refines the nine paths, has a body of light, burns all evil, and acts as ordered--"

Several flames rushed to the ground, burning everything around Yin Jue to ashes.

Yan Zixiu stepped into the air, and the 'Yan Zixiu' in the man's arms turned into a floating yellow paper.

After the flames passed over the ground, they condensed into a huge firebird in the blink of an eye and attacked the man directly.

The man put his palms together in front of his chest, separated his hands, and pulled out a black hole, swallowing up the Vermilion Bird's spirit body.

Yan Zixiu fell to the ground and pulled Yin Jue behind him.

"I knew you wouldn't be hurt so easily."

The man's voice was lazy, revealing a sense of intimacy like reminiscing about old times with an acquaintance.

Yan Zixiu looked at him expressionlessly and said, "It's you again."

It was this voice that said he would see what would happen to Jing Shaoci when he got his luck back from him.

"So you still remember me." The man's tone suddenly became cheerful.

Yan Zixiu's expression remained unchanged, and a purple-gold light began to linger around the fingertips of his right hand. "It was you who stole Jing Shaoci's spirit."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Jue felt the temperature around him suddenly turn cold, and even the surrounding grass and trees began to form cold frost.

This bone-piercing coldness actually came from the man.

"Why." The man laughed strangely, "Are you still going to risk your life with me for him?"

Yan Zixiu didn't say anything, but Yin Jue leaned half of his head from behind him and said, "Then you are talking nonsense, Jing Shaoci is his man."

"How dare you!"

The man suddenly became furious and raised his hand to swing more than ten sharp thorns.

The light from Yan Zixiu's fingertips condensed into a spiritual sword, and with a turn of his wrist, the sword energy shattered all the black thorns.

Just as Yan Zixiu's sword tip raised a lightning, the man opened his palm and released a white mist.

"Yan Zixiu, the spirit is here, you come and take it."

After saying that, the man raised his head and laughed loudly. As he gathered his palms again, Yan Zixiu suddenly covered his chest and knelt on one knee.

Seeing his body swaying, Yin Jue quickly supported his back and kept calling his name, "Yan Zixiu, Yan Zixiu!!"

When his vision was completely dark, Yan Zixiu used up his last bit of strength to cast a spiritual seal, but the opponent's figure turned into scattered smoke and disappeared.

Yin Jue was afraid that the opponent would make a comeback, so he immediately carried Yan Zixiu away from the place.

More than two hours later, Yan Zixiu opened his eyes on the soft couch in Zhuyuanzhai.

"You finally woke up, but you scared me to death." Yin Jue breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the chair.

Yan Zixiu sat up with his arms propped up, his face still a little pale.

Yin Jue got up and sat beside the couch, asking, "How are you? Have you recovered?"

Yan Zixiu didn't answer, but covered his chest and said, "Thank you."

Yin Jue looked at his face, frowned and said, "Who is that person? You are so powerful, but you are controlled by him?"

Yan Zixiu shook his head, "I don't know, but at that moment I suddenly felt a tearing feeling in my heart, and my spiritual energy disappeared, and I had no strength to support myself."

Yin Jue's expression became more solemn when he heard it.

After a while, he said, "At that time, I seemed to smell..."

Yin Jue stopped halfway through his words.

Yan Zixiu looked up at him and said, "What?"

"Forget it." Yin Jue looked a little irritated and said, "I'm not sure about that either, so I won't talk about it."

After that, he pressed Yan Zixiu's shoulder and said, "You just woke up, so you should lie down for a while."

Yan Zixiu lay down as he said, and Yin Jue asked, "Did you know from the beginning that there was something fishy?"

"Well, when you said that the silver box flew into your arms inexplicably, I knew there must be something fishy about it."

Yin Jue thought for a while, then stood up and said, "Did that bastard know that we knew each other, so he deliberately used the trap I set for you?"

Yan Zixiu nodded slightly, "Not bad."

"Damn it!" Yin Jue cursed unhappily, "He dares to use me, next time I will definitely knock all his teeth out."

After hearing what he said, Yan Zixiu's eyes flashed coldly, "Next time, I will kill him."

Yin Jue thought of the scene in the suburbs, and said hesitantly: "What if he uses Jing Shaoci's spirit to seduce you again?"

Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a cold tone: "I won't give him this opportunity again."

For several days, Yan Zixiu did not recover, and even Li Fengzhi noticed the weakness.

But there were too many activities at the beginning of the year, and the itinerary was arranged and could not be cancelled.

This day, Yan Zixiu had just received the annual most popular actor award issued by a platform. After getting in the car, he leaned weakly on the seat.

The left door opened and a person got in.

Yan Zixiu originally thought it was Li Fengzhi, but unexpectedly an arm suddenly wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him to the left.

He immediately opened his eyes alertly, but he saw Jing Shaoci.

Yan Zixiu was stunned and asked, "Why did you come back early?"

Jing Shaoci looked at him coldly and said, "Injured or sick."

Yan Zixiu closed his eyes slightly and let himself lean on the other's shoulder, "It's just that my body is a little uncomfortable."

Jing Shaoci didn't ask any more questions, because he knew that Yan Zixiu wouldn't tell him even if he asked.

When getting off the car, Jing Shaoci asked him to lie on his back, but Yan Zixiu declined.

"If my parents see it, they will be worried again."

Jing Shaoci had to hold his arm because he couldn't resist his little Taoist priest.

After returning to the bedroom, Yan Zixiu took off his clothes by himself.

"What did you have for lunch?" Jing Shaoci asked coldly.

Yan Zixiu hesitated and shook his head slightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Jing Shaoci's breathing become heavier, and he was obviously angry.

Yan Zixiu held one of his fingers and said, "Jing Shaoci, I want to eat an ice cream cone."

"Why eat ice cream when you are sick!"

Yan Zixiu raised his eyes and said weakly for the first time, "I want to eat the ice cream cone you bought at the cinema, the chocolate flavor."

Jing Shaoci opened his mouth, but couldn't say no.

He immediately went out and drove to the cinema.

After buying the chocolate ice cream cone, Jing Shaoci put it in the car refrigerator and brought it back.

When he entered the door, Yan Zixiu had fallen into a coma, but when the door rang, he quickly opened his eyes again.

Jing Shaoci held the cone to his lips. After he opened his mouth and took a bite, he took his hand back.

"Only one bite."

Although Yan Zixiu was reluctant, he looked at his face and said, "Don't waste it. Then you can eat it."

Jing Shaoci was simply annoyed by him and had to finish the rest of the cone.

Unexpectedly, just after he took a bite, Yan Zixiu raised his hand and hooked his neck, leaned over and rolled the ice cream over.

After swallowing, Yan Zixiu slowly said, "Eat it again like this, it tastes better."