"I'm inexplicable," I looked innocent and puzzled: "And I promised me that as long as I help them find the high priest, their whole country can help me revenge."

Xuan Ji sneered fiercely: "Since ancient times, do you believe the people of the imperial family? You are too naive."

"The huge temptation made me want to be naive." I smiled mockingly: "After all, you have seen it, I am alone and have nothing, not worthy of nine thousand years old."

Xuan Ji looked strange: "If you want to make a living with a tiger, you will have to save your life, just like your former life-savior Jiang Jiu. If you have no bones left and your body cannot be pieced together, don't you think it's scary?"

Why did you move to me again?

I am really a failure and always reminds me that I was hopelessly stupid.

"She is not dead yet." My voice rose, remembering the fakes in the palace, and reminded him faintly: "Now I am the Empress of the West Palace in the palace, the one who died is not her. You should know better in the wine shop than me."

With a click, Xuan Ji crushed a bottle in his hand, and his uneven face was gloomy: "Who is the one in the palace? I don't know. I only know the question you asked. I can only say, go if you don't have your life. If you want your life, you will be content with yourself until the end of the month to be the bride." The mobile phone will remember it for a second to provide you with wonderful novel reading.

"What the hell is the soul lamp?" I looked at the fragments in his hand. The fragments scratched his hand, causing blood to flow into his hands.

Xuan Ji supported his hand on the table, and blood flowed down the table in an instant: "The soul lamp is the soul-guiding lamp. As the name suggests, it leads the dead and puts it on people with the same horoscope."

"Whoever has the same horoscope dies?" I asked impatiently when he said: "Or two souls coexist, in one body?"

"It's the ninth prince Si Sizi instilled in you many inexplicable things." Xuan Zi laughed: "It's still you've read too many ghost stories, and you've begun to imagine yourself and make up."

I bowed my hand and gave a great gift: "If you have any questions, you have to ask clearly. After all, it is not easy to live. You cannot die without understanding. You must not pick up sesame seeds and throw watermelons."

"I don't know much about the things in the sacrificial hall in the southern Xinjiang." Xuan Ji was unwilling to say more to me, "If you want to know, you can go and ask Jiu Qiansui, he knows more than I do."

"Yes, he knows more than you. He digs Helian's determination to ignite the soul-sucking lamp you mentioned. Then tell me, whose soul he wants to ignite?"

My voice just fell.

With a clang, Xuan Ji's table broke and turned into a pile of waste.

My heart twitched slightly. I didn't even see how he took action, and the table broke. How strong is his internal strength?

"What Si Sizi and Si Yanting told you about digging blood in your heart?" Xuan Ji's expression was dark and ugly, and his eyes were stained with anger: "For the purpose of attracting souls?"

I don't know why he got so angry and nodded.

The angry look in Xuan Ji's eyes instantly turned like a spark of fire, and he left.

The big snake guarding the cabinet immediately followed him.

I didn't know what he was going to do, but there was a voice in my mind that made me follow him.

I followed the sound in my mind, lifted up the hem of the skirt, and quickly followed him closely.

He left the Jiusiwei as quickly as possible and came to the palace in the west of the city, where the envoy prince of the southern border lived.

The guard who blocked him was directly slapped by the snake's tail, and went all the way to the main hall of the palace.

When Xuan Ji saw Si Yanting without saying a word, he picked up his clothes, clenched his fists, and punched him hard on the cheek.

Si Sizi screamed: "Who dared to enter the palace boldly, take him down and beat him to death with sticks."

"Pa." Xuan Ji slapped Si Sizi's face with his backhand, and his body was as fast as a shadow.

Si Sizi was slapped on Si Yanting, and Xuan Ji pointed at the two of them with an unrecognizable face, saying, "Just relying on you two, what soul-stimulating lamp can you make? You two are worthy?"

"Jiang Jiu is dead. Who told you two Jiu Qiansui to get the blood of others and attract the souls of others?"

Si Yanting's face was swollen and blue, and he looked at Xuan Ji with sharp eyes. After a while, he said: "Xuan Ji, you are not dead, did the fire burn you to death?"

Xuan Ji smiled disdainfully: "You are not dead, how could I die? I will live a long life, and see if one or two of you will not have a good end."

Not having a good ending is the cruelest curse. Xuan Ji has a grudge against them. Could it be that he was burned by fire and had no good place to do it in the southern sacrificial hall.

So when he heard the soul lamp and attracted other people's souls, he was so excited that he came to beat Si Yanting and Si Sizi.

Si Yanting stood up from the ground, helped Si Sizi up, and blocked Si Sizi behind him: "You traitor, the sinner from the southern border, dare to appear in front of us, and you are simply seeking death."

"Sinner? Sinner from Southern Xinjiang?" Xuan Ji almost pointed his hand at his nose: "It's been more than ten years, and you still don't know where you are wrong. You just point to others and say it wrong."

"Now you are involved in innocent people, and you will be resurrected from the dead, attracting other people's souls, and do nonsense?"

"Who said this is nonsense?" Si Sizi covered her face and pointed at me in a deep voice: "Aren't she being attracted by perfection?"

Xuan Ji waved his hand, and two sharp nail marks appeared on the back of Si Sizi's hand, bleeding: "She is an ordinary person, not the one you are looking for. You dare to use her and want her life. Don't blame me for not reminding you that she lacks a cold hair, so I pray to Jingque to remove your southern border."

When did I become so important?

Xuan Ji said that I was not resurrected from the dead. Since he was not resurrected from the dead, his attitude towards me was extremely cold, how could he help me?

"She was originally a substitute." Si Sizi pointed and mean: "Qi Jingque had a sweetheart, a substitute. If he couldn't cause a big wave, he would die if he died."

"Si Sizi, what nonsense are you talking about?" Si Yanting shouted loudly, "Hurry up and apologize to Miss Ajiu."

"No need, I can't afford your apology." I calmly said, repeating sarcastic: "A substitute cannot cause any big waves. If you die, you will die. No one will ask about it."

Si Sizi's face seemed to have knocked over the five-color plate, and it looked beautiful: "You are a substitute, Brother Jingque will not like you. If you die of this, you might as well go to southern Xinjiang with us and keep you full of wealth."

"I'm dead, what do you want to be rich and prosperous?" I said to Si Sizi with a funny look and looked back at Xuan Ji: "Xuan Ji, what I know is instilled in me by the brother and sister. Fortunately, I asked you for verification, otherwise it would be unknown if it was used by others."
Chapter completed!