Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Master, what kind of evil magic do the people in Fusang Palace practice? How could they suddenly become so powerful?"

"Yes, An Chi was seriously injured last time and is said to be dying soon. Why is he doing it now-"

Nie Shiye slowly stroked his beard, looking at the deep and silent canyon, frowning and saying nothing.

Thinking of something, he hurriedly asked: "How is Fellow Daoist Weng? Is the injury serious?"

Just as he was talking, the disciples from Haoran Taoist Academy ran over in panic and grabbed Nie Shiye's hand.

"Taoist Priest! Come and see our master - master, he - he -"

The disciple could no longer speak.

Nie Shiye's expression changed.

Back at Fusang Palace, An Chi was obviously in a good mood.

The maids parked the sedan on the flat and open competition platform outside Fuso Palace.

The man, who could not tell the difference between male and female, with an enchanting figure, twisted his waist and walked into the tall and silent Fusang Palace in a leisurely manner.

With his well-maintained long hair tangled in his fingers, he walked through the gate of Fusang Palace and walked around the Zhumenqi Pavilion. Smoke curled up like a woman's, walking softly and silently.

The maids of Fuso Palace were all dressed in uniform green clothes. When they saw him, they all saluted.

The Great Protector was in a good mood. When he saw the beautiful maids, he did not forget to touch their beautiful faces.

After a few words of teasing, the long dark-patterned clothes on her body were flamboyant, coquettish, and extremely feminine.

Like a woman, but not a woman.

Soon, An Chi arrived at the main hall of Fusang Palace.

Under the double-eaves roof of glazed tiles, the curling figure stepped in, and the unruly expression on his face was a little less.

She looked slightly serious, smiled like a girl, lowered her eyes, smoothed her blue hair, and saluted.

"Palace Master, everything has been taken care of. Nie Shiye suffered from my Bone-Seizing Ecstasy Palm, and his internal strength has regressed by at least three levels, not to mention Old Man Weng. I kicked him casually, and he fell unconscious. I don't know what happened. It’s not pretending.”

The male and female voice was deliberately pinched, thin and soft, with a bit of coquettishness.

In the main hall, the aroma is lingering, and the sweet smell permeates the air. It is so strong that it makes people feel drunk even if they are awake.

The Great Protector stood there, looking at the person leaning on the sofa under the crystal bead curtain. He couldn't help but cast a flirtatious look and continued to smooth his long hair.

"Palace Master, why don't you say anything? Do you think An Chi is not doing a good job?"

"." Inside the crystal bead curtain, velvet fell softly, and a figure dressed in bright red leaned there with one hand, holding a book in his hand, turning the pages slowly.

The crystal clear crystal beads sway slightly under the light and shadow, reflecting the hazy and overflowing colorful light.

Amid the rising cigarette smoke, the woman in red took a slow sip of tea, pursed her beautiful lips, and said softly without raising her eyes:

"Those people are just little toys to you. Letting you go is just to relax your muscles and bones. I have no worries."

So, what else does she need to say?

The beauty is naturally charming, her complexion is snow-white, and her hair is flowing from her temples with three thousand flowing clouds.

The charming and soft voice is like an invisible hand, teasing the listener's heart vaguely.

An Chi seemed to really enjoy the tone of her words. He closed his eyes and listened comfortably. He couldn't help but exhale, and his voice seemed to soften along with it.

He said: "Palace Master can praise Anzhi more. With Palace Master's praise, Anzhi will do his best to serve Fusang Palace in the future."

"." The person under the crystal bead curtain did not make a sound, but there was the sound of turning pages.