Immortal Voices

Rong Xian can clearly feel the power of those holy words, which is a kind of scorching like three fires gathering, as if a person's soul can be burned without opinions.

If it is an ordinary ghost, it must have been scared. It is good to tremble.

But Rong Xian didn't change his face, as if not feeling the pain.

She knew she couldn't die, because not only was the National Games and the Demon Prison blessing her, but the power of Jie Zhu was no longer affecting her.

The power of the Five Elements transformed these powers into powers that could be absorbed by her, even if it was very small, but it was enough to save her life.

And Yan Rui is not malicious.

Feeling the hotness, Rong Xian suddenly remembered the time when the soul was invaded by shade and anti-drug. The cold feeling and today's scorching became two extremes.

After the characters surrounded Rong Xian, Yan Rui reacted suddenly.

For the soul body, the own righteousness of the text is very lethal.

His face tightened, and he hurried a little on the lotus flower, and once again a brighter golden light flew onto Rong Xian on the lotus flower.

After integrating this strength with Rong Xian, Rong Xian can clearly see that the burning sensation brought by the characters has weakened a lot.

Through a series of threatening vigor and righteousness, Rong Xian's eyes fell on Yan Rui.

She didn't say anything, but Yan Rui could still feel the intense sight.

He had scalp tingling and guilt on his face.

It was he who had forgotten the Word's ability to harm the soul, which led to the girl suffering.

But Yan Rui was a little tangled, because every time he spoke in the Eight Classics, he would be turned all the way to the sky, which caused him to spend a lot of energy to turn the topic back and forget the serious things. Already.

But in any case, it was that he did not think about it.

Yan Rui promised: "Girl, are you okay? I was just negligent for a moment, which only made you ..."

"Your moves are beautiful, can you teach me?" Rong Xian suddenly interrupted him.

Yan Rui: "..." Ghosts cannot be learned.

Confucian things are not to be given to others, but at least you can cultivate great vigor.

But what kind of soul does it have, is it ghostly?

But Yan Rui felt that the words he refused could not be too straightforward. He had just made the little girl uncomfortable. Now it was not human, and the task was likely to be cold this time.

He struggled, pondering his vocabulary and saying, "What dreams did the girl with aloe vera have when she was alive?"

Rong Xian blinked, without thinking, "Being a doctor, I still want to be a doctor."

Yan Rui did not find any comment on this dream, but he exaggerated against Rong Xian: "The dream of Veratrum is very good. It saves people from suffering and is truly compassionate. It is the so-called kindness Because of the good results, you are so kind, and you will have a happy life in the next life. "Rong Xian heard his mouth rise, and the eyebrows were contented:" Continue. "Not even the slots in the words were ignored in principle.

As soon as Yan Rui's face twitched, he knew that once she opened the mouth, the girl would probably stop.

"Huh? Continue, don't stop." Rong Xian said with a smile.

Although he still couldn't see the girl's expression, the joyful voice made him unable to hold his mouth up.

Yan Rui: "..."

He didn't want to smile at all, okay?

Yan Rui was stunned for a while, and this kind of embarrassment is impossible for others to appreciate.

He clearly learned to be rich in five cars, knowledgeable, and ...

Yan Rui: "..."

Yan Rui wiped her face and said seriously: "I think if the girl is a doctor, it will be the blessing of all patients."

There was a flash of light in his mind, and he asked, "I have a lone copy of this medical book. Do you want to see it?"

Rong Xian immediately lifted his eyes and smiled toward Yan Rui with a happy smile: "Okay."

Immediately as amnesty, Yan Rui immediately took out a shabby medical book from her book bag, and when she was about to hand it to Rong Xian, she realized that she was only a soul, and she looked so weak, she must not touch it. To the medical book.

Yan Rui shouted: "Girl, I want to listen to you.

Rong Xian said in a sparse, ordinary tone: "Well, read it."

Yan Rui's forehead's green muscles jumped, and it was the same dignified and noble tone, as if he took her affairs for granted, his blessing and glory.

Yan Rui sighed, this girl just has the ability to make people furious.

Rong Xian saw that he hadn't noticed these characters, and the purple awns in his eyes flickered. Those characters were stagnant and resumed again, as if they were no different from before.

Yan Rui looked up, and when she was about to say something, the golden characters wrapped around Rong Xian flickered back to the book in Yan Rui's hands.

With a touch of his palm on the book, messages came out.

Life: Veratrum?

Hometown: Rongguo?

Years of birth: younger than you.

Cause of death: Maybe the mouth is too owed.

Strength: Weak chicken.

Yan Rui: "..." Is the book broken?

There is an uncertain question behind the name and place of origin. That's it. The cause of death and strength are described as poisonous. The age is normal, but the person asked with a smile: "Sir can I find out the cause of my death?"

Yan Rui was very embarrassed. He coughed slightly and wanted to move the book in his hand. Rong Xian was caught by his side.

Yan Rui: "..." Obviously a weak chicken, how to act so quickly.

As soon as he thought about it, he squeezed the hand of the book tightly, resisting the urge to throw the **** book away.

"Oh-" Rong Xian's meaningful voice sounded in his ear.

Yan Rui's expression after returning to God was all dumbfounded, and the kind of shame and embarrassment made him want to cover his face and escape.

But he also knew it was impossible.

Yan Rui could only paralyze her face, pretending to be expressionless: "This book is written in random, don't care about veratrum."

Rong Xian didn't care, just thought it was very interesting.

She had only been blinded by her birthday and real name before, and it was normal for this book to count nothing.

But she was so reluctant to smear her weak chickens so obviously.

Feeling the unpleasantness of the person around him, Yan Rui immediately put away the book and said nothing: "Where is your nephew?"

Rong Xian sensed carefully and said, "He is near Ziyun Dojo."

The corner of Rong Xian's mouth slightly lifted up. It turned out that she was in Bei Zhao. She might have never seen Ying Ping for a long time, and she should say hello.

Of course, the main reason was that she was afraid that Yu'er would encounter Zhao Hu's debilitating god.

If Ruoer was really killed, she didn't cry.

For Confucian people, when no position is chosen, it is the same everywhere.

So when he heard Rong Xian's destination, he didn't hesitate: "Let's go."

Despite his help, the spirits of Veratrum are staring, but they do not belong to the world. They have to stay in other people's homes, which will always cause problems when they disturb the yin and yang.