A mesmerizing voice gently rang out, "My wife, don't be so resistant to your husband. I will treat you well."
"Get out of my way! I don't want your kindness!" Qiao Luoning became increasingly agitated. "When my junior sister comes looking for you, you'll be in big trouble!"
Inside the cave, a luminous pearl the size of an egg hung from the ceiling, its light shining perfectly.
The handsome man dressed in white was none other than Xiao Yun, the young sect leader of the Ghost King Sect.
Xiao Yunsheng is indeed quite good, but his skin is so white that it doesn't look like a living person.
Even when he smiled, he exuded an aura of death.
"My wife, your junior sister is also my junior sister. If she knew that you had become my wife, she would be overjoyed."
Xiao Yun approached Qiao Luoning with a bowl of bloody liquid, pretending to feed it to her.
Qiao Luoning was immobilized on the bed, bound by a spirit-binding rope, similar to the one the Demonic Sect used to deal with Wei Qinghe.
She was frantic as she watched Xiao Yun approach.
"Get out of my way!"
Xiao Yun ignored her objections and scooped up a spoonful of the bloody substance.
Qiao Luoning immediately shut her mouth, not giving him a chance to feed her.
As Xiao Yun touched it, a spoonful of something resembling blood flowed down Qiao Luoning's lips.
Qiao Luoning shouted in her heart, "Junior Sister, come help me quickly!"
Xiao Yun's smile vanished instantly, and the yin energy around him seemed to erupt at that moment.
An abnormally pale hand with distinct knuckles pinched Qiao Luoning's cheek, forcing her to open her mouth.
"You don't like drinking like this, so it seems you want to interact with me more closely."
He pinched Qiao Luoning's cheek with one hand and took a big mouthful of the bloody stuff from the bowl with the other.
Then he lowered his chin and slowly approached Qiao Luoning's lips.
Qiao Luoning's breath hitched, and her mind went blank.
The moment Xiao Yun's breath touched her skin, she managed to utter a sound.
"Junior Sister..."
bass!
A sword aura crackling with purple lightning pierced through the air, heading straight for Xiao Yun's face.
Xiao Yun was quite unceremonious, grabbing Qiao Luoning's waist and rolling her diagonally to the other side.
His cool lips brushed against Qiao Luoning's cheek, but Qiao Luoning paid no attention to them, only staring at the sword energy that had penetrated the cave wall.
Seeing that familiar sword energy, she laughed excitedly.
My junior sister has really arrived.
Xiao Yun propped himself up slightly, licked his lips, as if savoring the memory.
Looking out lazily, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman approaching with a furious expression, wielding a long sword formed from a purple electric cloud brush.
The purple-colored lightning sword was surrounded by rapidly moving bolts of lightning, seemingly reflecting its master's current state of anger.
Xiao Yun looked at Wei Qinghe, and his expression changed.
He wasn't one of those ghost cultivators who fought Wei Qinghe before.
The fact that she could appear so openly in front of him, and that he hadn't even noticed her before she appeared, made him take it seriously.
"So you must be the junior sister my wife was talking about!"
Yes, definitely.
Wei Qinghe snorted coldly, and the lightning on the Purple Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand seemed unusually fierce.
"My senior sister is not your wife! A dying man doesn't deserve a wife!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she teleported closer and thrust her sword at Xiao Yun.
Xiao Yun did not underestimate Wei Qinghe. Suddenly, Wei Qinghe raised his hand, and a red light appeared beside him.
A corpse puppet that looked extremely similar to it appeared.
Unlike the other corpse puppets, whose faces were bloodless, this corpse puppet's face looked no different from that of an ordinary person at first glance.
The long sword in the corpse puppet's hand also emitted a cold light, and it made a strange move towards Wei Qinghe.
"hehe……"
Xiao Yun let out a mocking laugh, pulled Qiao Luoning into his arms, and made her sit on his lap.
He toyed with Qiao Luoning's long hair, and said with a half-smile:
"My wife, do you think your junior sister is more capable, or my brother?"
The hopeful smile on Qiao Luoning's face was instantly replaced by worry.
But when he heard Xiao Yun call him "brother," he was somewhat bewildered.
"That corpse puppet is your brother?"
Although she had good contact with ghost cultivators, as the senior sister of the Spirit Sect, Qiao Luoning also knew some things about ghost cultivators.
Many ghost cultivators can only have one corpse puppet in their lifetime. The corpse puppet is usually made by choosing a living person with good talent and cultivation. The ghost cultivator will do everything possible to kill the living person and then use a special method to refine the corpse puppet.
Of course, some ghost cultivators also choose to scavenge, taking advantage of powerful cultivators' deaths to loot their corpses.
There are also those who, like the mantis stalking the cicada, are unaware of the oriole behind, waiting to finish off a high-level cultivator when their life hangs in the balance.
Xiao Yun actually turned his own brother into a corpse puppet; isn't that a bit too crazy?
The Ghost King Sect is indeed a bunch of inhuman, bloodless beasts.
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