Nine thousand years old

Chapter 32

Ming Li's face became more and more gloomy, and he waved the chair to the wall.

The loud voice shocked Gao Yu and Chen Linlin behind them. Chen Linlin looked at the torn chair in horror, and a drop of cold sweat quietly flowed down.

If you read it right, the chair... the chair flew up?

Ming Li lowered his eyes, a flash of gold flashed in his eyes, he closed his eyes, mobilizing the marks left in Li Siyuan's body.

There seemed to be impetuous air currents in the air, Gao Yu turned pale, turned around and immediately contacted the bureau, and quickly started searching the whole city.

Ming Li, who was left in the ward, closed his eyes tightly, but within a few seconds, his pupils, which had turned completely golden, opened suddenly, full of overwhelming anger.

The imprint is sealed.

Li Jian, who was in the classroom, was wearing black-rimmed glasses, carefully writing down the knowledge points from the professor's mouth.

It rained all night, and the clear sky was suddenly covered with a layer of cloud in a few moments, the energy in the air became active, Li Jian frowned and looked out the window.

Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, the pen in Li Jian's hand was tightly grasped, and the person holding the pen disappeared in the next moment.

The pen was still dangling on the table, rolling to the ground in circles, and no one picked it up.

The heavy rain is approaching, and the abandoned factory overgrown with weeds is howling with the wind. The gloomy and humid environment makes people feel particularly uncomfortable.

Li Siyuan didn't know where he was at the moment, He Ji had already thrown away his mobile phone, his eyes were covered with something, and he was completely in the dark.

Probably because he felt that a small human being could not overcome the storm, He Ji did not tie his hands and feet, he could feel that there was nothing on his face, but his eyes still could not see anything.

The darkness magnifies one's fear and all senses, and the eerie sound of the wind strains his nerves.From time to time, something was blown by the wind and made harsh sounds, like the sound of a rotten door that had been abandoned for more than ten years.

Li Siyuan gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand to touch it. The tentacles were icy cold, and he seemed to be leaning against an iron bucket.

The smell here is not good, the rust is mixed with an unspeakable stench, if Li Siyuan hadn't seen that He Ji might be a butterfly before, he would almost have thought he was a mouse, and would have put him in such a place .

Footsteps sounded from far to near, and Li Siyuan tried hard to distinguish the sound, obviously the footsteps came from a woman, light and elegant.

"Sit here." Lin Meng walked up to Lin Siyuan, and stretched out his hand to help him.

Li Siyuan turned his body away slightly, facing Lin Meng's general direction and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Lin Meng didn't take back her hand, but stubbornly pressed Li Siyuan on the chair beside her, laughing nervously.

"We... what can I do? He Ji caught you."

Li Siyuan thought of the Buddha lotus on his body, and remembered what he said before Mingli, and he faintly realized it.For these demons and ghosts, I am probably no different from the food delivered to my mouth now.

But why didn't He Ji kill himself, but kept it until now?

The half-removable iron window creaked, and He Ji floated lightly into the factory building through the window. His feet did not touch the ground, his clothes did not get dusty, and he was dressed in a silver robe like a handsome young man in a painting.

I don't know if spirits and monsters have a deceptive quality. Whenever Lin Meng sees him, there will be a moist feeling in his heart, which is ambiguous and dangerous.

He Ji appeared in front of Li Siyuan, leaned down and looked at him carefully.

Li Siyuan's eyes couldn't see, but he could clearly feel the closeness, and he stepped back unconsciously.

He Ji was very dissatisfied, and imprisoned his head with one hand, forcing the person in front of him to face himself.

The elegant man lowered his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand to slash Li Siyuan's shirt, the torn clothes hanging down, revealing the faintly visible green stems and leaves on his shoulders.

He Ji's eyes darkened, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, caressing the color obsessively.

"Are you going to kill me?" Li Siyuan felt like a fish on the chopping board, his life and death depended on this goblin's whim.

Trying to restrain the urge to punch, he still didn't dare to provoke He Ji, so he could only keep himself calm as much as possible.

He Ji seemed to hear a very funny joke, his smile gradually widened, and he approached his ear: "Kill you...? No, I won't..."

His tone was full of gentleness, like a lover's murmur, but Li Siyuan only got goosebumps all over his body, and wanted to kick this crazy bitch ten miles away.

"How could I be willing to kill you." He Ji's eyes were still glued to Cui Se on Li Siyuan's shoulder: "I'm here to help you."

Li Siyuan chuckled lightly: "Help me?"

He Ji continued: "Do you know what is in your body?"

"Or...the lord, put something in your body."

Li Siyuan frowned, he vaguely felt that the adult He Ji was referring to was Mingli.

He Ji withdrew his hand and looked at him with pity: "He has been by your side for so long, he must have told you nothing."

Li Siyuan raised his face, his pale complexion showed a gloomy beauty under the scene: "What do you mean?"

Lin Meng stood obediently on the side, as if lost in the background air, and He Ji stretched out her hand, and she happily handed over a handkerchief.

He Ji wiped his hands unhurriedly, and put the handkerchief back into Lin Meng's hand: "You will know soon."

After all, He Ji waved his hand to attract countless butterflies, and the dense butterflies swarmed up, instantly drowning Li Siyuan who was sitting on the chair.

Li Siyuan wanted to struggle in retrospect, but found that his whole body was stiff and unable to move. The butterflies avoided his face and covered his body, as if they were absorbing something, the already torn top slipped silently to the ground.

Soon, a layer of black mist appeared on the surface of Li Siyuan's body.He Ji smiled even more, and those butterflies were still absorbing the black mist, swallowing it greedily.

Li Siyuan wrinkled his face in pain, gritted his teeth to prevent himself from shouting.The feeling of countless butterflies landing on his body was not good, the itching and terrifying nausea filled his mind, and he was going to go crazy almost in a second.

Humiliation and anger erupted from his body, Li Siyuan only felt that there was a ball of flame in his body, but when he wanted to catch it, the fire dodged mischievously.

Just when he was about to give up, the fire floated into his hand silently.

With all the power erupting, Li Siyuan only felt as if he had broken free from some kind of imprisonment.He closed his eyes and opened them suddenly, the filth in his eyes dissipated loudly, and exploded together with the imprisonment on his body.

At the same time, the butterflies on his body were quickly bounced off, bursting open one by one as if torn apart.

Lin Meng screamed and hid back, He Ji turned his head to avoid the filth, stepped back quickly, and looked at him in surprise.

The thunder had arrived, and a cluster of black flames ignited in Li Siyuan's hands, and the sound of rain shook his ears, which was a bit vague but felt unusually clear.

He doesn't seem to be 'listening' to the sound with his ears, but another way.

Li Siyuan was stunned for a moment, feeling some warmth flowing from his neck, he touched it casually, only to see the blood on his hand.

Sure enough, his ears were bleeding.

As soon as the thunder came out, He Ji's face changed suddenly, and he immediately waved his hands to set up a new barrier.However, it was too late, and a huge deterrent came rolling in. He Ji knew that it belonged to Mingli's power.

The flame in Li Siyuan's hand was extinguished, his figure flickered, his body was so heavy that he couldn't even lift his arms.

A pair of butterfly wings suddenly appeared behind He Ji, and a gust of wind blew out, but the terrifying coercion remained undiminished, and there was a faint sense of earthquake.

Finally, He Ji's expression was no longer relaxed, and he turned around and flew towards the sky, but he fell back to the ground heavily before leaving more than ten meters away.

Li Siyuan also felt the threat of destroying the world. The trembling from his soul almost made him unsteady, and he gritted his teeth and leaned on the chair.

This is the power of a demigod...

He Ji looked at the black clouds in the sky heavily, turned his head and stretched out his hand, and instantly pulled Li Siyuan into his hand.

He Ji swallowed a mouthful of blood, and looked at Li Siyuan with an unclear expression: "I can choose one of the two, it seems that I can only choose the second."

"What choice?"

Li Siyuan couldn't move, He Ji held his fragile neck in his hands, and the sharp nails seemed to pierce his throat at any moment, cutting off his breathing.

He Ji regained his composure, and sneered, "Your life is really precious."

What does this mean? In an instant, Li Siyuan's brain froze. What does it mean to choose one of the two?

However, before he had time to think about it, Ming Li's figure appeared in the distance, followed by a violent vibration, Li Siyuan glanced at it, and almost dropped his eyes.

Ming Li was still dressed in casual clothes in the morning, but his aura was completely different.Due to the distance, Li Siyuan couldn't see his expression clearly, but he still felt terrible, but what shocked Li Siyuan was behind Mingli.

The ghosts in armor are uniformly holding spears and halberds, like the soldiers of the emperor in ancient times, overwhelming and imposing.

The thunderstorm washed over the sky and the earth, the small factory building was surrounded by these generals, and Mingli who was standing in front of him had a mass of blue-purple balls in his hand, Mingli crushed it with one hand, and the thunder in the sky suddenly struck like a mountain.

Li Siyuan trembled unexpectedly, and he suddenly found that He Ji behind him also trembled.

Are goblins really afraid of thunder?

Li Siyuan thought for a moment, and soon felt that the pain in his neck was even worse, and He Ji's nails seemed to be embedded in his skin.His eyelids twitched, fearing that the goblin would pinch himself to death if he shook again.

Ming Li's figure finally approached and stopped firmly outside the factory building.

Lin Meng huddled in the middle of a pile of metal buckets, He Ji stabilized his mind, and looked at Ming Li with a cold look.

"My lord, why do you want to mobilize the teachers so much?"

Ming Li didn't answer, his eyes looked at the half-naked Li Siyuan, his eyes touched the blood stains on his ears and neck, he almost spit fire.Another thunder ball was crushed, and countless Yin soldiers rushed forward following the thunder.

He Ji didn't expect Mingli to be so straightforward, he ignored the hostages in his hands, and immediately summoned countless spirit butterflies to resist the Yin soldiers, lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice: "It seems that he doesn't pay much attention to you."

However, in the next second, his hand pinching Li Siyuan was snapped cleanly, and bright red blood sprayed out, before he even had time to react, he bounced back among thousands of spirit butterflies.

Li Siyuan's eyes widened, and He Ji's blood splashed on his body, which was extremely dazzling.

Ming Li hugged him with one hand and retreated to the flat bottom, kicked the severed limb away with one kick, and was hacked into several pieces by several Yin soldiers.

He Ji retreated into the spirit butterfly and exploded, and a fluttering butterfly body fell to the ground, shattered.

The gold in Ming Li's eyes faded, and a sneer appeared on Sen Han's face.

"You deserve to touch him?"