When Ruan Ruan found the puppet in the city, he told Ning Jiao and Meng Ji that Chen Yin seemed unwilling to have more contact with them, so he stayed in the guest room and did not come out. The fact is that it has been nearly ten days since he went down the mountain. Chen Yin really had never met Ning Jiao before. Ruan Ruan had to bring the meal to the guest room for food, and after eating, he used a cleaning technique to dispel the smell of the food in the house.

Furthermore, Chen Yin and Ning Jiao are both cold and cold, and they count dozens of fingers when they talk to each other. Looking at the two of them in this state of getting along, Ruan Ruan suddenly didn't know what the meaning of this trip was. Perhaps it was really to uphold justice.

When Ning Jiao learned about the puppet, she attached great importance to it and immediately led Meng Ji out to investigate the situation. Staring at the backs of the two of them snatching the door, Ruan Ruan stood upstairs and sighed. She found that Ning Jiao didn't want her to follow her at all.

"Knock and knock" knock open Chen Yin's guest room door and saw him sitting cross-legged on the bed meditating. The golden sunlight sprinkled through the window and fell on the light-colored tent. The room was very bright. The breeze swirled, blowing the man's hairband, and the soft and light sleeves also flew up, revealing the man's delicate and fair wrist as beautiful as jade.

The wide Taoist robe looks thinner and too delicate, and the appearance is as delicate as the sick young men raised in the mortal world. However, Ruan Ruan touched the hard chest and knew how imaginative the body covered by the wide Taoist robe was.

Sitting on the side with his hands on his cheeks and quietly admired the boundless beauty for a while, Ruan Ruan's eyes were attracted by a trace of black air. The black air emerged from his deep eyebrows, crossed his neck, and gradually wrapped him up like a chain. The man wrapped in black air climbed up a trace of charming red at the end of his eyes, and his pink lips gradually became brighter, and the charming atmosphere in the room was rippling.

Was frightened by the scene, Ruan Ruan knocked her elbow over the teacup placed on the table. Ruan Ruan opened her lips slightly, forgot about her situation at the moment, staring at the man sitting on the bed.

As if disturbed by the sound of the teacup falling to the ground, the man with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, and his dark pupils locked the girl leaning against the table. The black air lingering all over his body dissipated and penetrated into his eyebrows again.

Chen Yin suddenly smiled, his bright lips bent in a very beautiful curve, and waved at the girl he was watching with a foolish voice, his voice was low and hoarse, "Come here."

Only the charming face of a man can be tolerated

Ruan Ruan's eyes were dissipated, and she stood up obediently and walked to the man's side. She squatted and leaned against the bed, obediently put her head on the man's thigh and rubbed her face against the man's thigh, and called out softly: "Senior Brother."

Weiliang's fingertips pinched the girl's chin and raised it. Chen Yin asked softly: "Who are you?"

Unfortunately, he couldn't get any answer. The girl with lost focus on her eyes just looked at him in a daze, her eyes were at a loss.

Her arms passed through the girl's armpits, half-lifted the person and straddled her legs face to face. She stared at the girl's clear almond eyes and fell a hot kiss on her eyelids. The tip of her nose touched each other, and her warm breathing intertwined, and she held the two slightly opened red lips. The soft tongue traced along the shape of the lips and penetrated into the warm mouth.

He opened his eyes and observed the subtle changes on the girl's face. He saw that the black and white eyes were gradually covered with a layer of mist, as crystal clear as the dewdrops stained on the petals in the morning. He looked pitiful, but he was also confused because he lost his mind.

Chen Yin thought inappropriately that if the girl who allowed her to act in his arms was sober, she would definitely show her sharp claws like a cat, and then scratch him bloodied. Afterwards, he was afraid that he would settle the score, so he might hold his thigh and admit defeat.

So stupid and cute.

He sucked heavily on the girl's plump lips, and then Chen Yin stepped a little away, and saw a layer of crystal clearness on the red lips, leaving traces of ambiguity that had been ravaged without any pity. He curled his lips with satisfaction, covered his long eye feathers, covering the surging love and desire in his eyes.

Burying his face between the girl's fair and fragile neck, smelling the faint fragrance of the girl, his heart suddenly calmed down. He kissed the beautiful jade neck a few times, then hugged the person in the waist and stood up, and passed through the wall to another room.

He put the girl on the bed and lay down, and pinched her hands. The person on the bed instantly closed his eyes and fell asleep. Chen Yin sat beside the bed and stared for a moment, and his figure disappeared into the room.

After a while, Ruan Ruan woke up in a daze, looking confused. Her mind was empty, as if she had forgotten something. Suddenly, she patted her forehead, put on her long boots and ran to the next room.

When he arrived at the door, he knocked on the door in a regular manner, and then he pushed the door in after being agreed by the person inside. Seeing Chen Yin changing clothes, he was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but take a look at him.

That robe is different from the pure white Taoist robe that Chen Yin is used to wearing. The cuffs and lapels are evenly clothed.

With the complicated patterns, a layer of gold edges is also embedded along the collar. Compared with the simple and elegant white robe before, this dress can be considered gorgeous.

He glanced at the man leaning lazily by the window. Ruan Ruan controlled her mouth this time without asking much questions. Unexpectedly, the man opposite looked over and frowned at her: "Didn't you find anything different about me?"

"This," Ruan Ruan replied tentatively: "Have you changed your clothes?"

"It's gone?" Chen Yin's voice was deep and dark eyes stared at her, and his lips were pursed dissatisfied: "Isn't it good?"

"……nice."

After getting the girl's words, Chen Yin stretched his frown and leaned against the wall leisurely: "What's the matter for me?"

"Senior Brother, have you forgotten the puppet man's affairs?" Ruan Ruan dragged a stool and sat down, hurriedly said: "Fairy Ning and the others have gone out to investigate. Should we do something too?"

"What are you doing?" Chen Yin glanced at her indifferently, and remained motionless.

Not understanding what Chen Yin's style means, Ruan Ruan slid her fingers and asked, "Wouldn't we go and help?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ruan Ruan noticed that the man sitting opposite him looked her from head to toe, and his light words were full of familiar disgust: "With a disciple of Guiyi Sect, what can you do with your little arms and legs, who can pant after a few steps?"

Ruan Ruan widened her eyes and bulged her cheeks in anger. Although the words were the truth, they were too straightforward. Besides, even if she couldn't help, at least she had the intention. Unlike the leisurely man in front of her, she could not move even if she could help.

After leaving the door angrily, Ruan Ruan felt that it was a mistake for her to come to find Chen Yin. She sighed softly, she went downstairs, found a good-looking position in the inn lobby, and sat down, waiting for Ning Jiao and the others to come back. Even though she couldn't help, she was still concerned about this matter.

After all, this matter not only concerns her own safety, there are so many people in the city. If the mastermind behind the stolen soul is not revealed, the hidden danger will be great.

After waiting for a whole day, until the last ray of light in the sky dissipated, Ning Jiao and Meng Ji came back in a hurry, and their faces were not very good-looking. Ruan Ruan guessed that this might be a bit tricky.

"But what clues were found?" She stood up and met them, stopping their steps to go upstairs.

"There is a large vacant house in the west of the city. It was a long time ago when it was exposed to the fire of heaven and was regarded as ominous by the people in the city, so it was empty. We went there.

When I was about to find that the yard was trapped by the barrier. My senior sister and I barely broke through the barrier and entered it. We found that there were many bones piled up inside. More things still need to be verified." Meng Ji explained their itinerary today in a few words, without thinking of hiding it at all.

Ning Jiao, who was standing aside, looked solemn and didn't speak. She was still thinking about the barrier in the house. In fact, it was not just a barrier. If Meng Ji was more careful, he should have found that there were also cumbersome runes on the barrier. That was the head of Guiyi Sect, which was used by her master Wutong Zhenren.

Others may not know, but when Ning Jiao was very young, she saw her master set up a similar barrier, and the cumbersome runes left a deep impression on her.

As the sword-holding hand tightened, Ning Jiao naturally thought of more. For example, how could the rune appear here? What happened to the puppet who had been ingested with the soul?

As time-forgotten memories gradually emerged, she remembered that the master had been severely injured in order to strengthen the seal of the Demon Mountain more than ten years ago, so he closed the barrier once. After only half a year of time, his cultivation level passed through the fusion stage from the God Transformation Stage and directly became the ancestor of the Mahayana stage, and he was only able to pass the tribulation and ascend to become an immortal.

However, what is strange is that this is a good thing. After she accidentally knocked it out, the master refused to let her tell others. Ning Jiao strictly obeyed the teacher's order and smashed the matter into his stomach, and no one mentioned it. Now he thought about it but found that something was unreasonable.

The heavenly thunders that fell from the Mahayana stage after the tribulation reached the Mahayana stage, and the paths were extremely fierce. However, the Master did not have the heavenly thunders descended during his retreat. How could he reach the Mahayana stage after his cultivation level?

Ning Jiao had never thought about it before, but when she encountered a puppet, she couldn't stop thinking too much. She had seen records of soul-catching techniques in a secretary in the sect's library, saying that this evil technique was created by a demon, and she relied on sucking the souls she absorbed to improve her cultivation.

If a demon cultivator follows the orthodox way of cultivation, he must withstand heavenly thunder before he can be promoted. He can rely on sucking/fooding/soul to be promoted, but he skillfully avoids the heavenly way and his cultivation will increase greatly without passing the tribulation.

This shortcut was created and was sought after by countless monks. Not only the demons, but also many disciples of the sects embarked on this evil path. As more and more people were ingested, the mortal world and the cultivation world were overwhelmed by miserable wails.

Those who have lost their souls have no soul, and when they die, they will disappear into the underworld. Their relatives cried day and night, and finally alarmed the way of heaven. The heavenly fire of punishment was reduced and the monks who had entered the evil way were burned completely.

Who dares to

Tian Zheng? Since then, the soul-calling technique has been lost and has emerged again today.

Ning Jiao had doubts in her heart, but she didn't dare and wouldn't tell her, so that Ruan Ruan and Meng Ji knew about it. It was related to Guiyi Sect and her master, and she had to be careful.

"Huh? Fairy Ruan, why do you have a few red marks on your neck?"

Meng Ji's words pulled Ning Jiao's thoughts away. She subconsciously looked at Ruan Ruan's neck and saw that there were indeed three red places on her fair skin, as if she was scratched.

"Ah?" Ruan Ruan touched her neck. She got up from the bed and didn't look in the mirror. She didn't know that her neck was red, so she said casually: "Maybe it was bitten by a bug?"

Meng Ji nodded suddenly, took out a small round box from his cuff and stuffed it into Ruan Ruan's hand: "This is Yuyin ointment, which is very effective for the red and swollen wounds bitten by the insects."

"Thank you." Ruan Ruan did not refuse and received the small box into a mustard bag.

Meng Ji, whose things he gave were collected, smiled foolishly, but Ning Jiao squinted her eyes and stared at the red mark for a while.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that it was not caused by mosquito bites, it was more like... kiss marks.

Ning Jiao's face suddenly turned red, and she looked as usual, as if nothing had happened, and she glanced at the girl, shook her sleeves and gritted her teeth and went upstairs.

Who else can be so close to Ruan Ruan here except for the man with a face that looks like a jade and a cold pond? These days, the two of them are almost inseparable.

A little unwillingness surged in his heart. She and Shen Yin knew each other the earliest, right? Why did this waste from the Qi training period get into his eyes?

At the stairs, Ning Jiao's heart thumped, she quickly lowered her eyes, and returned to her room with her body tense.

"It seems that you have a lot of talks. Am I disturbing me?" Shen Yin walked down step by step, his face a little cold, and he was not very happy.

He keenly noticed the man's emotional changes. Before he tied his hands behind his clothes and picked her up, Ruan Ruan smiled first: "How can it be? Are you hungry? Why don't we ask the shopkeeper to deliver some food to the room?"

The man glanced at her and gave up the idea of ​​carrying her upstairs. He walked in front of him, signaling her to follow him with his eyes. He greeted Meng Ji, and Ruan Ruan hurriedly chased after him, fearing that Shen Yin, a man with a chaotic and uncertainty, had changed his mind again.

Looking at the backs of the two people one by one, Meng Ji opened his mouth, with a few traces of loneliness in his eyes.
Chapter completed!