Ning Yi closed his eyes.

The smoke in the temple was lingering, and all the world left him.

The wind chime hanging in front of Ning Yi’s window rang.

Ding Ding Dangdang—

The peach wood sword hanging outside the temple shook slightly, and the sword body suddenly cracked.

The lingering smoke trembled, and the big incense inserted into the incense burner was extinguished.

A crisp clap sound on the black dog's blood was heard, and the "people" quickly stepped on it and made more than a dozen extremely light dot marks, reaching the head of the bed.

In a dizzy state.

Ning Yi suddenly felt a little cold.

The chill came, Ning Yi began to tremble all over. He leaned against Pei Fan and grabbed the quilt in a daze, trying to wrap himself up, but that girl was even stronger than him, and the quilt was less and less.

The whole person fell in an illusory dream, and the chill became heavier and deeper into his bones, as if he was in the snow and ice.

Ning Yi frowned.

My mind was pale.

He seemed to have seen the huge towering ancient tree, with leaves thrown away, no longer like flowing fire, but like snow scattered, leaning towards the snow country.

He saw the blurry shadow that fell to his knees before him again.

In a trance, I heard a familiar voice.

It was Pei Fan's voice.

"Brother...I'm so cold..."

The voice trembled slightly, reaching the heartstrings, making people feel unstoppable pity.

Ning Yi was a little confused.

Someone put his forehead on his face and walked between his belt's waist with his hands. A bone-black chill came from his contact skin.

Pei Fan pressed his forehead and cried.

"Brother...are you cold?"

The girl's smooth body touched her body, which made Ning Yi feel distracted.

He took a few quick breaths and said, "It's cold...I'm cold too."

Pei Fan held his soft voice and cried and said in a low voice: "Why don't you do something warmer with me?"

Ning Yi was confused, his lips were burning and his mouth was dry, and he murmured: "Well...thing?"

Pei Fan chuckled, and with a hoarse voice, Qianjiao said charmingly: "Come on, good brother... Come on, happy."

Word by word, fingers brushed across his chest, gently pressed against Ning Yi's heart, feeling the slow beating of life.

Ning Yi didn't feel warm. He could feel the chill that was wandering outside his body. The soft voice was still teasing him. A tremor suddenly came from behind, and the last corner of the quilt he wrapped in was also pulled away.

Ning Yi's consciousness suddenly woke up.

Pei Fan always just calls himself Ning Yi straightforwardly. When he is hungry, he is reluctant to call him brother. How could he be so slutty and stingy about the three words "Good Brother"?

Besides, I leaned on Pei Fan...

Who is the one who hits his forehead now?

I was in a state of shock and sweated coldly.

Ning Yi's breathing became more rapid.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his mind and calmed his mind.

Evil, really evil...

He dares to commit rashness in the Bodhisattva Temple.

The woman in the dream untied herself and massaged her whole body. Ning Yi could feel that the "thing" seemed to be climbing on her body now, and there was a dense sensation of knocking from her body, which was comfortable and sour.

Ning Yi tightened his back, and someone clenched his sleeves.

It seems that Pei Fan has woken up too.

Pei Fan didn't say anything, and a choking sound came out of his throat.

This girl...is going to cry.

What exactly is it?

Isn’t he a beautiful woman who is so beautiful that she is so beautiful?

Ning Yi's eyes narrowed a small slit, wanting to see his true face.

He opened his eyes and took a breath of air conditioning in an instant.

What caught my eye was a pale face.

There was no trace of human appearance. A spider's head was tilted, and seven or eight black pupils were staring at him. A round mouth was shrouded, and the whole body was hovering on the outer edge of the bed. Three or four slender spider legs were placed on the bed, stepping on the windowsill, and taking turns to "massage" himself.

When Ning Yi thought of the thing he had just massaged him, he couldn't help feeling disgusted.

The big spider turned around and spun out a tongue from his mouthpart, and slowly aimed it at his lips.

"What the hell is this?!"

Ning Yi's heart clinked and his whole body was furious. If Pei Fan hadn't held his hand from behind and forced himself to hold it back, he would have jumped up. He widened his eyes and looked at the messy things that were falling in the house. The smoke in the Bodhisattva Temple was extinguished. It seemed that the peach wood sword and the black dog blood were useless.

"Brother... flute, use flute..." The girl behind her trembled and pressed to the lowest point.

Ning Yi's scalp was numb and he didn't dare to act rashly. He could only grit his teeth and said, "The flute... in my clothes, please... help me to take it out slowly."

The girl's fingers were warm and touched Ning Yi's skin, and the chill disappeared for one or two minutes.

The big spider seemed to have both eyesight and hearing, but even so, Pei Fan still did not dare to move too much.

When I was in the temple, I encountered ominous things, having nightmares and ghosts pressing on the bed. Ning Yi told her not to be afraid, just take out the bone flute, and then I would have a good night of dreams.

Pei Fan heard from the Taoist priests in Xiling that if you encounter ghost things, don’t open your eyes. Don’t open your eyes and see ghosts because of curiosity. This will save your life and you will naturally be safe after dawn.

But the monk said that if he lets him take it, a large amount of yang energy will be sucked away for no reason. After dawn, it will be less than ten years of life. If he encounters a very bad thing, he will never end up in dawn.

A very evil thing...Is this big spider with a cold body considered a very evil thing?

Pei Fan trembled and went to explore the bone flute.

"Brother...you hold on."

Ning Yi clenched Pei Fan's hand tightly, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes again.

The "Pei Fan" in his mind pounced on him again.

The whole body was sore and numb, slowly and orderly, and the woman seemed to be leaning into her ears and whispered: "Good brother, open your mouth and I want to feed you something..."

Ning Yi sweated coldly on his forehead and said hoarsely: "What do you... want to feed me?"

The woman in Ning Yi's mind, holding a slow speech speed, said charmingly: "Feed myself to you... Do you taste it? Is it delicious?"

Pei Fan, behind him, widened his eyes, looked at the ghost face, laughed loudly, hung the scarlet tongue in front of Ning Yi, and licked the latter's cheek vigorously.

Pei An touched her around, but couldn't figure it out, and could never touch the bone flute.

Ning Yi's cold sweat had already penetrated three layers of cold sweat on his forehead.

The extremely cold tongue licked her cheeks, and the chilling feeling was bone-bone. A layer of ice slag quickly formed on Ning Yi's face, but the tongue licked back and forth very slowly, and finally hit Ning Yi's lips.

"Good brother, you...you open your mouth."

Ning Yi cursed in his heart, thinking that he had eaten three cloves of garlic, but the big spider that came to the door was so evil, and the black dog blood peach wood sword Bodhisattva smoke was not effective. He really opened his mouth and could not kill it. He might not have any reputation and life.

Why haven’t Pei Fan touched the bone flute yet?!

This is a fatal death!

The big spider on the heads of the two men, after waiting for a while, raised his head and turned his black pupils for a while, and seemed to have noticed something was wrong.

The woman's resentment sounded in Ning Yi's mind.

"You open your mouth—"

Then there was a roar and roar word by word.
Chapter completed!