The wooden box is old bronze, with a slightly grimy appearance, looking like wood, but also like metal. It is carved with simple and smooth patterns and words, and the marks are black, full of the atmosphere of time.

The most strange thing is that there is no trace of the lid on this wooden box. The entire wooden box is integrated and natural and seamless. When you hold it in your hand, it feels as if you are getting a metal. There is something inside that cannot be seen.

Rong Hanqiu was willing to kill someone and wanted to get what he wanted was now in her hands, but she didn't have much interest. She was just given by others and Mo Qingyin didn't take it seriously. She just put it in the bedside table and ignored it.

The bear stared at the wooden box with his eyes closed, looked at Mo Qingyin, and then at the drawer on the bedside table, a little restless.

Mo Qingyin rubbed his head, "Be honest!"

The little bear looked at her cutely and looked quite well-behaved.

Rong Hanqiu, who saw all this throughout the whole process, was a little excited again, "You really don't know what that thing is?"

"It's a good thing." Mo Qingyin replied.

"Since you know it's a good thing, don't you open it and take a look?" Rong Hanqiu's voice seemed a little urgent, with a hint of seduction.

Mo Qingyin curled the corners of her lips, "What's your business!"

After saying that, she ignored it, but Rong Hanqiu was so angry that she was very angry.

Wu hadn't spoken anymore. Mo Qingyin called him, but he ignored him. She guessed that Wu must have fallen asleep after eating half of Rong Hanqiu's soul.

In fact, Rong Hanqiu has practiced the soul method and is protected by the mysterious white divine light. The fog has eaten half of Rong Hanqiu's soul and half of the white divine light. It is not easy for him to persevere until now. He is now in a deep sleep to digest the energy he swallowed.

It was already late at this moment. Mo Qingyin had slept during the day and was not sleepy at night, so she simply took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and lie on the bed to practice.

As soon as the heavenly magic started to operate, Mo Qingyin's entire body was filled with demonic energy. The demonic energy was very strong, causing half of Rong Hanqiu's soul in the sea of ​​consciousness to groan in pain.

Mo Qingyin seemed to have noticed this too. She became interested and maliciously accelerated her cultivation, constantly eliminating the white divine light left on Han Qiu's half of her soul.

She felt that Rong Hanqiu was more difficult than other people in the Rong family, and it would be better to get rid of the roots as soon as possible.

"If you practice demon skills, no good ending will happen, everyone will be punished!" Rong Hanqiu said coldly.

Mo Qingyin sneered silently, and his practice became more and more concerned.

After she was immersed in the practice, the sky gradually became deeper and a figure crawled in through the window again.

The man was tall and only wore a black nightgown. After he crawled in, he came straight to the bed, and naturally held Mo Qingyin in his arms, fell asleep.

Mo Huhu, who had already reached his claws secretly on the bedside table, turned his head and happened to see this scene.

"Roar!" It roared at the man in anger.

Feng Wuyin hugged his super pillow, and didn't even give Mo Huhu a look.

Mo Huhuo didn't care about stealing the wooden box, and glared at Feng Wusheng with wide eyes and angrily.

Mo Qingyin was now trapped in the cultivation of the heavenly magic and entered a state of meditation, but she did not notice that an uninvited guest was around her.

Although she had practiced in the past, she had never entered a deep meditation like this time. Instead, she was cheaper than Feng Wusheng.

Feng fell asleep silently, and Mo Huhuo lowered his furry head in dismay, turned around to steal the wooden box.

Open the drawer of the bedside table, take out the wooden box, and then twist your chubby butt to the corner to study.

The night was quiet, and the two people on the bed seemed to be sleeping intimately, while in the corner, a bear tinkering with a wooden box, the picture was strangely warm.

At the same time, the Rong family was destined to be unable to sleep all night.

The reason is that Rong Hanqiu's soul life card in the ancestral hall is dim and is on the verge of breaking at any time.

For metaphysical families like the Rong family, every clan member will have their own soul life card from the moment they are born, which is placed in the family's ancestral hall. Not long ago, the soul life card belonging to Rong Hanqiu had a change.

The old man of the Rong family, who is already 80 years old this year, is Rong Hualing, the current head of the Rong family. He has a childish face and kind eyebrows. However, his eyebrows are frowning, and a trace of anxiety appears in his eyes.

Rong Hanqiu is his sixth son and the youngest son. It is said that his younger son and eldest grandson are in the Rong family. In addition to his younger grandson Rong Yingchi and his older granddaughter Rong Lianshen, the younger son Rong Hanqiu is the one he loves and favors the most.

But Rong Hanqiu has been traveling with his master since he was a child, and Mr. Rong was very worried. He originally said that he would return home today in the morning, but the Rong family started preparing for a banquet to celebrate early in the morning, but at night, what he waited for was not Rong Hanqiu's return, but the news that Rong Hanqiu's soul card was about to be broken.

Once the soul card is broken, it means the ending of Rong Hanqiu's soul being scattered. This is no longer as simple as death.

The eldest, second, third, and third, are all men, fourth, and fifth, and are all women. They naturally love the youngest brother. At this moment, the five people's faces were cold and angry.

"Who dares to attack the sixth brother? Could it be that the sixth brother has provoked powerful enemies over the years?" The boss of the Rong family said suspiciously.

The second son of the Rong family had not raised his eyelids, but his face was as gloomy as water. "Don't bother what it is, if you dare to attack my Rong family, this person should kill the whole family."

The others didn't say anything, but they nodded in agreement, obviously very angry.

The old man of the Rong family sat high and looked at his two most proud grandchildren when he heard this, "Yingchi, Lianshen, what do you think?"

"The incident happened to Uncle Six, and this matter is very serious. We will investigate thoroughly at all costs." Rong Yingchi said without a trace of hesitation.

Rong Yingchi is the fourth among grandchildren, and is only twenty-five years old this year. Because he has outstanding talents since childhood, he has a higher status in the family than the eldest grandson.

Born in a prominent family like the Rong family, and with his natural appearance, Rong Yingchi is simply handsome, like a banished immortal.

He just stood there casually, with a handsome body and an ordinary black suit, and a sense of awe that makes people dare to look from afar but not close. Even ordinary people don’t even have the courage to look directly at him, because in addition to his extraordinary temperament, his dark eyes, which are like a thousand-year-old cold pool, exudes a terrifying light.

However, the woman standing beside him had no temperament than him. The woman was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She had bright eyes, white teeth, black hair, and graceful. Upon hearing this, she nodded, "The Fourth Cousin is right, grandpa, if you want to investigate this matter thoroughly, it would rather kill a hundred mistakes than let one go."

At the end, her beautiful voice that was like a jade strike on the silver plate could not help but bring a sound of killing.

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