"Xiaoshuang, what are you ......"
Zhang Zhao was dumbfounded, pointing to another "self", and almost at the same time, the opposite "he" also made the same action.
He was even more surprised, and although he was curious, he didn't even dare to move.
"Brother Seventeen, this is an exorcist's spell.
Can Li Dai peach stiff, fish eyes mixed beads.
Bai Shuang pulled the other "Seventeen Princes" over and sat down, picked up the shackles again and put them on the other party's shoulders, "But my cultivation is not good, he can last for three days at most." ” As he spoke, Baishuang lifted the chain, and the paper man naturally understood what to do next, and fastened the chain to his feet.
"Xiaoshuang, I didn't expect you to learn exorcism to be really good."
Zhang Zhao sighed again and again, "This can simply be fake......
But what will happen to 'him' in three days?
” "Spontaneously combusted."
The white frost messed up the paper man's hair, rubbed ash from the wall and rubbed it on his face, "He is made of rune paper, and when the spiritual power used to support it is exhausted, it will spontaneously combust."
Of course, in the eyes of the jailers, it was you who set yourself on fire and died. ” Zhang Zhao glanced at the paper figure who was no different from himself, and said silently: "Then will he be in pain?"
” "No, it won't."
White Frost picked up the paper man's face and examined it carefully, "He is a piece of paper supported by my spiritual power and spells, and he is unconscious.
Unless it's a paper that you have cultivated into a demon or a god, you will have perception when you have life. ” "Then I'll be relieved."
Zhang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
It's not that he is so kind that he doesn't let go of his life and worries about other lives, it's just that he has fought bloody battles on the battlefield and seen too much pain and life and death, so he has become very cherished for every living being.
"Brother Seventeen, when we go out, he will be you.
Three days later, he will set himself on fire in this cell.
For a while in the future, you will have to hide and live.
Baishuang let go of the paper man and helped Zhang Zhao up.
He clasped her hand back: "Xiaoshuang, I can't hide for the rest of my life." ” "I know.
Let's get out and talk about it, and the jailers patrolling outside should notice that something is wrong here.
She pulled Zhang Zhao's hand over her shoulder, grabbed him by the waist, and then the two disappeared at the same time.
When Zhang Zhao came back to his senses, he was already standing in a room that was as white as jade on all sides.
Little did he know that it was the shell of a snail from which the hoarfrost never left his body.
"Where is this?"
Zhang Zhao looked around in astonishment, it was a treasure trove, gold and silver treasures, rare medicinal herbs, and fresh flowers decorated with golden dewdrops......
As well as a variety of snacks.
The most unusual thing is the pen that flies around in the air.
"The inside of a treasure in my hand."
Bai Shuang helped him to the corner where the thick futon was spread, "Brother Seventeen, you can rest here for the time being, and I will take you out."
The goal of helping you to walk is too big and unsafe. ” Zhang Zhao followed her movements and slid onto the futon, and Bai Shuang told Mo Di to take care of him within his ability.
Until she left, Zhang Zhao hadn't come back to her senses.
He only remembered what Baishuang said, and he nodded stupidly along with it—I didn't expect it!
This sister not only survived, but also became an exorcist!
"Hey, since you're injured, why don't you rest and sit there and giggle?"
Mo Di floated over and poked Zhang Zhao's forehead.
He suddenly came back to his senses and smiled, "Okay, okay, I'll rest."
That being said, when Zhang Zhao slowly moved into the quilt, his eyes were still reluctant, and he was still thinking about everything around him, completely ignoring the dark green ink on his forehead.
As soon as he lay down, Zhang Zhao was suddenly stunned - it was a pen that was talking to him just now, right?!
Seeing his ghostly look, Mo Di couldn't help laughing: "You are really funny, you are not lightly murderous, but you are a slow to react guy."
Are you really her brother?
” "Yes.
Are you a youkai?
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Zhang Zhao lay down and found the direction of Mo Di.
"It's not a complete youkai, it's just a spirit."
Mo Di thought for a moment and replied.
In the end, it laughed secretly in his heart, if this seventeenth prince knew that his sister with a different surname was a half-demon, would he be scared to death directly?
Of course, although I wanted to talk about it to see how the other person reacted, reason prevented it.
Judging from Bai Shuang's attitude towards him, if this person was really scared of herself, she would break it into two pieces without saying a word, right?!
Mo Di was stunned, and Zhang Zhao below was already asleep.
It looked at the flowers around the futon, they were emitting a relaxing scent, and the flint of the sun hung on the leaves and petals.
Like the golden fireflies gathered together, it can be seen how hard Bai Shuang usually cultivates.
Mo Di swooped to the edge of the snail shell, followed the gap to the outside world, and poked her little head out to look outside.
The dim lights flickered, the hoarfrost sank into the shadows of the walls, and a team of patrol jailers walked by.
Evading the jailers, she scurried along the same path and was out of prison in a short time.
The four mountain-like jailers standing at the door of the cell had their backs to her, pricking up their ears and looking ahead vigilantly.
Bai Shuang raised his eyebrows, jumped directly to the top of the outer wall of the prison, and disappeared into the night, leaving the prison behind.
She went straight back to the house she rented cheaply during the day.
The house is located in a noisy alleyway, in a nondescript corner of Pingjing City, where shacks and dilapidated houses are the majority.
At night, all those who had gone out to work returned, and the children in tattered clothes chased and frolicked with their faces.
The women were cooking, and the men and the elderly of the family were sitting outside the door and chatting with the house next door.
There were no candles or lamps in each room to illuminate the firewood that depended on cooking.
There is a fire pit in the middle of the house, with a pot hanging above and wood burning at the bottom.
Fearing that he would trample their house through it, White Frost simply walked.
She walked through the alley, attracting many curious glances.
The children pushed and shoved to the side, one by one craned their necks to look at her, and occasionally a man holding half a bowl of liquor staggered away while drinking.
White Frost just smiled and strode towards the deepest part of the alley.
There, the lights were shining brightly, and the sound of banging and banging came from time to time.
There was a group of children gathered at the door, all staring at a pair of curious and bright eyes.
Even on the courtyard wall, there are several older boys' papers, lying there like monkeys.
White Frost pushed the group of children aside and walked in directly.
Frightened, a few of the courtyard walls almost fell directly to the ground.
I didn't see the deer who ran over to ask the long and short questions as expected, and I didn't see Fuyao.
Instead, he put his hands in his sleeves, standing there like egrets watching the paper people repair the house, and the two koi fish demons were cleaning up the scraps on the table in the courtyard.
"I'm back, why are you the only one?"
He didn't turn his head, but he looked like he had eyes behind his back.