Netherworld.
No living person knows what the true underworld is like. When heaven and earth are first divided, the pure air rises and the turbid air sinks. The place where all the evils finally gather is the Netherworld.
Mei Xueyi once caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg during the battle with the life and death guardians.
The evil there is so rich that it becomes a fire that will never be extinguished.
It was the real Shura purgatory, and she felt suffocated just by looking at it. Even if he is as ruthless as the blood-clothed devil, he doesn't want to imagine himself in the netherworld and stay there for even a moment.
And the cold man behind him is the immortal soul crawling back from the Nine Nether Purgatory!
Her heart really ached for him.
She suddenly remembered something.
"That time, I was surrounded and killed by Mu Wanwan in the Panlong Plain of the Demon Realm. Fortunately, Netherworld appeared in the world and burned eight thousand people in the Immortal Sect to help me escape from death. That incident was your Majesty's handiwork."
She used affirmative sentences. Speaking of the back part, the final sound trembled slightly unconsciously.
To do such a thing, the sealing barrier of the guardian of life and death must be torn apart. The backlash of the 'boundary' was no small matter, and coupled with the attacks from the boundary defenders... he must have died there.
What she thought was good luck was actually the fact that he gave everything for her.
She turned around, raised her hand, and touched his pale chest.
"Your Majesty..."
He laughed softly and grasped her fingers.
He was much taller than her. He bent down, looked into her eyes, and said calmly: "Queen, I come from the underworld to kill all the stinky Taoist priests who want to bully you. Those fires are so bright, they are lit for you. of fireworks. I am clothed in fire and come for you.”
Mei Xueyi heard his strange tone and looked up at him in shock.
"I thought I would be able to make you fall in love with me again." He smiled, "But the queen didn't even look at her and followed Shen Xiuzhu away again."
Mei Xueyi: "..."
The first puppet to come to the rescue was indeed Bamboo.
"How should I punish you?" He grabbed her chin, his eyes cold and gentle.
Mei Xueyi knew that this matter was really unbearable. The evil ghost king who tore the boundary between life and death and climbed up from the netherworld happened to see the scene with the most obsession... Even now that he knew that Zhu was a puppet, his obsession was still hard to get rid of. .
It was a miracle that he could hold back from tearing her apart.
She held his extremely handsome face, tiptoed and kissed him.
This kiss was different from the past. Her mind was heavy, but the movements on her lips were as gentle as feathers.
She turned around slowly, touching and tracing his lip line little by little.
The tip of her nose brushed against hers from time to time, and she felt his breath carefully. The quiet, very light smell was now very familiar to her.
After tracing it once, she printed the upper and lower lips together.
The big cold hand holding her chin became an obstacle to the kiss. It slid down slowly and slowly, covering her neck.
His hands were so big that they almost hugged his entire slender neck. The fingers are slightly closed, neither light nor heavy.
She could clearly feel her jugular veins beating under his thin cocoon, and she could also feel that he would become confused and indulged by her again. It is really very simple to make a man who loves himself give up his murderous intention.
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"I will be punished," she said intermittently, "to be by your side for the rest of my life, eating yours, wearing yours, and using yours. Every time others look at me, they see evidence that you own me."
He laughed muffledly.
She took the opportunity to break through his teeth.
She was clearly the one taking the initiative, and somehow the kissing turned into being dominated by him.
The heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and it seems that no time is enough. She never imagined that just kissing could make people so addicted.
His hands let go of her neck and held the back of her head, lovingly.
Finally he couldn't hold it anymore, took a deep breath, and led her to the edge of the pool.
"Your Majesty, you lost your life for me that time, right?" She opened her hazy eyes and stared at him.
He laughed lowly: "How is that possible? I haven't caught you yet, how could I be willing to die! That time... I almost killed Hei."
The guardians of life and death are one in black and one in white.
Mei Xueyi blinked in confusion: "No wonder when I finally fought against them, the defenders in black were far weaker than the ones in white. I only narrowly won that battle. In that case, if His Majesty hadn't paved the way for me, I can't get to the final step."
She thought she was walking alone, but she knew that in every important step, there was his silent contribution.
She couldn't help but feel hot again.
How could she forget him? How could she forget him
I forgot about him in this life, and it seems that I didn't do anything for him in the previous life except revenge. She led the puppets alone and was very happy. In the end, she was only one step away from becoming a fairy. If she really left, wouldn't she abandon him in purgatory forever
"I owe your Majesty a lot." The voice that blurted out was slightly trembling.
"No." He held her face, "Queen, if it weren't for you..."
A terrifying shock interrupted his words.
The spiritual spring, nephrite, and spiritual mist floating beside the two people dispersed very strangely for a moment, as if they were blown into powder, but in the blink of an eye, they returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened.
Wei Jinchao slowly lowered his eyebrows: "Don't say it."
Mei Xueyi reached out her finger to touch the spiritual spring in disbelief: "Even the water surface has dispersed. Could it be that all this is not real and that we have been in an illusion?"
He shook his head: "It's not an illusion. It's okay. You will know when the day comes. Before that, I will do my best to make up for the regrets for the queen."
"I actually have no regrets." She had nothing but three puppets around her in her life.
The friendship between the puppet and her occurred after the death of the human body, so the deaths of those three people could not actually be regarded as her regret.
"You do, you just forgot." He smiled lightly, walked up to her, picked her up again, and put her arms around his waist.
His ferocity expands her knowledge every time.
When she left Fairy Spring, Mei Xue's clothes and legs were soft. Her eyes were distracted and she lowered her head subconsciously, fearing that when others saw her eyes, they would catch a glimpse of the wild things that happened in the spiritual spring from the swaying waves.
She was dazed and let Wei Jinchao lead her into an unusually spacious bamboo hall.
The four walls and the dome are all made of purple tear bamboo of exactly the same thickness and length. The feet are also made of dense bamboo boards. The faint fragrance of bamboo is refreshing, but for Mei Xueyi, who is about to suffer from bamboo phobia, this place is completely different. Not a nice place.
She glanced at Wei Jinchao nervously.
He looked calm. He raised his wide sleeves, took two spiritual hairpins from the oncoming waiter, tied one for her, then casually pulled up his own black hair and tied it behind his head.
Mei Xueyi watched as his face turned into an ordinary face, and his clothes turned into a featureless white robe.
It turned out that we were at the auction house. There are many talented people in the Immortal Realm, and each mountain is higher than the other. It is not uncommon for high-level monks to kill people and seize treasures. Places like the auction house are the easiest to be targeted.
In order to allow customers to spend their money without any worries, magic circles are set up at all auction venues to hide the guests' true appearance before entering the venue, so that no one will know who has taken the item.
After changing his appearance, Wei Jinchao held Mei Xueyi's hand and continued walking inside.
She quickly grabbed his arm and whispered: "Your Majesty, if you don't calm down your momentum, what's the use of disguise!"
With his arrogant and arrogant temperament, anyone with a discerning eye can remember him for ten years at a glance.
Wei Jinchao lowered his eyes, coughed twice, raised an arm and put it heavily on her shoulders: "Queen, help me in."
Mei Xueyi: "..."
It can be regarded as a true performance.
She tilted her head and pressed her lips against the shell of his ear: "Although Your Majesty is so powerful, why is he no longer in good shape like in his previous life?"
Wei Jinzhao froze slightly.
After a long while, he smiled lowly and said: "Isn't it enough to satisfy the queen? Who just begged for mercy again and again."
Mei Xueyi secretly noted the subtle changes in his expression.
She pursed her red lips: "Your Majesty can grind my cocoons, and you can also make me strong and hard meat."
He closed his eyes, smiled, and whispered, "Okay."
While talking, the two people had already passed through the sunlight-drenched bamboo passage and entered the auction venue. Guests enter and leave separately. As long as you don't reveal too many characteristics, it's almost impossible to be targeted by interested people.
There were not many people in the auction venue, and the monks all paid attention to their status. Although they changed their appearance, they still sat on separate sides, keeping a healthy distance from others, and did not talk to each other.
"Your Majesty went to the auction house to buy swords and armor?" Mei Xueyi said with a smile, "I'm afraid you're in the wrong place."
He shook his head and smiled lightly: "Shopping is the next best thing."
Mei Xueyi: "?"
Soon, waiters delivered sandalwood boxes to the top of the round table.
The auctioneer and waiter also hid their true appearance. Looking at the entire venue, everyone had exactly the same face. They were all expressionless and dressed in white. At first glance, it was very scary.
The auctioneer began to introduce the auction items in a calm tone.
There was clearly a sense of listlessness.
The items being auctioned today were nothing special, with few visitors and low interest.
Going through the routine and trying to get every auction item picked up at the lowest price is the best result.
Spiritual herbs, elixirs, and magic weapons, all flowed through the scene like water. They were all the most ordinary things, and each piece was sold at a low price. The price did not exceed a hundred spiritual stones—not enough to soak in the fairy spring.
Mei Xueyi was a little confused.
Generally, according to the plot in the storybook, the protagonist enters the auction house and always picks up a unique treasure that no one else knows at a low price.
She originally thought that Wei Jinchao was also here to pick up treasures, but the items for today's auction had already been laid out, and it was obvious that they were ordinary.
Seeing that there was only one spiritual grass left in the end.
Purple sand beads. It is also considered to be the best among today's auction items.
The transaction price of other items did not exceed one hundred, but for this, the starting price was one hundred and twenty spirit stones! It's dozens of dollars more expensive than other items, and it's almost worth half a visit to the Fairy Spring.
Mei Xueyi unconsciously prepared an introduction for it in her mind.
She smiled lazily and glanced at the spiritual grass. Purple sand beads are an auxiliary material for some unpopular elixirs. They are not common and rarely used. They are expensive only for those who are willing to take the bait.
However, in Mei Xueyi's view, the greatest value of this spiritual grass is actually its ornamental value.
It's very beautiful.
At the bottom of the flower disk are several small purple beads juxtaposed, like amber, and wisps of velvet-like petals wrap around the periphery like a fan, revealing a dreamy blue-purple color. Many nuns would use it to decorate their hair or pin it to their collars.
Sure enough, two female nuns soon started bidding.
One of them was very wealthy and would increase the price by fifty spiritual stones each time. Apparently he didn't want to be nagging and just wanted to take the spiritual grass and leave quickly.
It's a pity that another female cultivator is in love with someone. The male cultivator next to her doesn't want to lose face in front of her sweetheart. Although it hurts to hear the voice, he still bites the bid tightly and steps on the bottom line of five spiritual stones. Add, just don't want to retreat.
In just a few rounds, Zisha Bead captured four hundred and seventy-five spiritual stones.
This is far more than the normal price.
Even the listless auctioneer regained his energy - no one expected that the auction was about to end in disgrace, but suddenly two villains appeared. Both sides refused to admit defeat, and the price looked likely to rise again.
This purple sand bead alone accounts for half of the country today.
The rich woman who increased the price by fifty each time was a little impatient. She said coldly and quoted a price that ordinary people could not accept: "Eight hundred."
The other pair of Taoist lovers put their heads together and muttered and took stock of the Qiankun bag. After the male cultivator took a deep breath: "Eight hundred and five! If you add more, we won't want any more!"
He tilted his head guiltily and said to the female nun: "There are only so many!"
The female cultivator pouted her mouth and looked unhappy.
The cold and arrogant rich woman pulled her lips and smiled: "Eight hundred and ten."
The auctioneer was grinning from ear to ear. This sense of accomplishment, like picking up money, is more satisfying than selling an already expensive item for a sky-high price.
He raised the hammer and was about to strike when suddenly a sick guest weakly raised the bamboo sign in his hand.
All the guests in the auction hall followed the auctioneer's gaze and looked at the newly minted victim.
From Mei Xueyi's perspective, countless people in white robes turned their identical faces neatly and sinisterly, looking at her. The feeling here was hard to describe for a moment.
She decisively followed the others and turned her head to look at Wei Jinchao who was holding a sign.
He coughed lowly and said softly: "The queen stared at it without blinking, so I'll just buy it for you."
Mei Xueyi: "If we raise the price at this moment, the gap will be huge. Besides, this price is already a huge injustice."
"It doesn't matter." Wei Jinchao cleared his throat and said in a serious voice, "One hundred thousand."
Mei Xueyi: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Auctioneer: "...what?"
The rich woman who glanced over coldly almost lost her eyes.
Wei Jinzhao leaned back lazily on his chair: "One hundred thousand spirit stones, can't you?"
Auctioneer: "...Of course you can! You are just a guest. You must make sure you have enough spirit stones with you and are willing to purchase the auction item. If you bid, the transaction will fail due to the guest, and the consequences will be very serious. of."
Wei Jinchao raised his chin slightly, exuding a little momentum, and no one immediately thought he was joking.
"It's called purple sand beads..." The highly professional auctioneer introduced the efficacy of purple sand beads again.
Mei Xueyi was determined now.
What the fatuous emperor has in his hands is definitely not a book about picking up treasures at a low price and counterattacking at the extreme limit, but a book about the prodigal wealth of the fatuous emperor.
The couple who failed to bid quarreled on the spot.
"Look at me! When will you spend a lot of money on me? Look at me! This is called a one-time deal, how heroic!"
The male cultivator had a wry smile on his face. Obviously, he felt that he would never be able to become this virtuous in his lifetime.
The Hunjun leaned over, his narrow eyes flashing with a deep and cunning light: "How can the things I give to the queen be cheap goods?"
Mei Xueyi held her forehead.
Could it be that if you spend 100,000 yuan to buy it, it will not be an ordinary purple sand bead? !
This foolish king is either tossing her or his money.
The female cultivator with a stern face looked at Wei Jinchao intently. When the auctioneer bowed forward and personally led Wei Jinchao and Mei Xueyi to the back hall for the transaction, the female cultivator strode over and blocked the middle of the bamboo path.
"Deliberately trying to get in trouble with me?" She raised her eyebrows.
Mei Xueyi felt that Hunjun wanted to say "drag him down and kill him".
The waiters responded quite promptly and immediately stepped forward to clear the way for the God of Wealth.
The power behind the auction house is extraordinary, and no one dares to cause trouble here.
The female cultivator took one more look at Wei Jinchao, then waved her sleeves and left.
As she passed by, Mei Xueyi heard the female cultivator make a confused voice - "Eh?!"
Wei Jinchao didn't even give her the peripheral vision.
Coming to the back hall, Mei Xueyi knew that it was not simple as soon as she stepped into the ordinary-looking bamboo room.
The most eye-catching thing in this bamboo room is a teleportation array.
On the other side of the bamboo room, there is a rosewood table and matching heavy wooden chairs.
The auctioneer led the two of them to sit down and said with a bright smile: "Don't worry, after the transaction is completed, you two can leave through the teleportation array to ensure that the treasure is safe."
As soon as the words came out, they realized that what these two people bought was not some kind of treasure, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch.
The smile on his face immediately turned into a dry smile: "Then, let's start the transaction."
Wei Jinzhao tapped the armrest of his seat: "Transactions of more than 100,000 yuan should be handled by the steward."
"Ah," the auctioneer scratched his head sheepishly and smiled, "Actually, I am the manager of this store. Business has been bad in recent months. I can save one person if I can..."
He bent down, pulled for a while, pulled out a golden token, and spread it out on the table for Wei Jinchao and Wei Jinchao to see.
He is really the steward here.
Mei Xueyi was full of emotions: "... It seems that business has been really bad recently!"
The auctioneer sighed: "That's right. Hey, let's not mention the sad things. Come on, guests, let's trade."
Wei Jinchao threw a Qiankun bag.
After the auctioneer finished counting, he became even more distracted.
Before that, he always felt that something was going to happen, but who knew the business would actually be done!
With his fingers trembling slightly, he pushed the spiritual grass purple sand beads worth one hundred thousand spiritual stones in front of Mei Xueyi.
After thinking for a while, he carefully took out a golden Qiankun bag, held it in both hands, and handed it to Wei Jinchao.
"If you make a single transaction of more than 100,000 spiritual stones, you can get the exclusive golden talisman for our Purple Gold Pavilion guests. It is not only a status symbol, but also a communication talisman. Contact me at any time. Guests, please keep it. With it, you can go in and out at will. In every auction house under the name of Zijin Pavilion, you can purchase any auction item at three times the reserve price before the auction starts. You can also reserve rare treasures, and Zijin Pavilion will do its best to search for you. This golden talisman of Zijin Pavilion is worth tens of millions of gold. Hard to find!”
Mei Xueyi remained calm and raised her eyebrows slightly.
It turns out that Wei Jinchao is running for this.
"I have a reservation request now." Wei Jinchao said, "I want 100,000 sets of high-grade spiritual armor."
The auctioneer leaned back and took a long breath from the elder: "One hundred thousand! Superior! Spirit Armor! Are you preparing to go to war with the Demon Realm?"
"The deadline is one month, double the market price." Wei Jinzhao was extremely calm, "Can it be traded?"
Mei Xueyi calmly pretended that the matter had nothing to do with her - although Feihuo Jianzong and Liu Xiaofan had a lot of spirit stones in their Qiankun bags, she was 100% sure that after spending a hundred thousand, Wei Jinchao would be empty-handed! What would he use to buy 100,000 sets of high-quality spiritual armor? I’m afraid I can’t even pay the deposit!
The auctioneer's eyes rolled around: "Please wait a moment."
He quickly stood up and walked towards the bamboo room.
"Your Majesty, where are you from..."
"Queen, don't ruin the scenery." Wei Jinchao smiled lightly, opened the box, picked a flower, and put it on the side of Mei Xue's clothes.
He stepped back a little and looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes, with a hidden obsession in his eyes that made her cheeks feel hot.
"Your Majesty," she said angrily, "This is not my face, let's see what it does."
"No matter what she looks like, she can always be recognized at a glance." He raised his fingers, gently touched her hair, and sighed, "The lighter and more delicate gray hair belongs to the queen."
Mei Xueyi was stunned for a moment before reacting.
He was talking about the thing about 'I can recognize you even if I turn into ashes'.
When he made such a big statement, she picked off two people's hair, burned them on lotus candles, and asked him to recognize them.
She seemed to be a little angry and had forgotten what she was angry about. At that time, he followed her and did not tell her that he really recognized it, but sincerely apologized to her.
"Your Majesty..."
"Shh." He put a finger on her lips.
Mei Xueyi opened her eyes slightly and looked at him inquiringly.
I saw him take out the golden talisman exclusive to the guests of Zijin Pavilion from the golden universe bag and fiddle with it a few times.
Intermittent sounds floated out.
It was the auctioneer who was communicating with others in the secret room.
"... The ancient battlefield of the Dusk Abyss?... The east and west continents meet, three thousand miles north of Mijiao Waterfall. Open the seal of the Rotten Land and you will see the entrance... Understood, I asked Mr. Yang Ge to lead his people there... Don't worry, the guests are very generous! Well, I understand. .”
Wei Jinchao calmly cut off the communication golden talisman and took it back to the Qiankun bag: "The ancient battlefield is mine."
Mei Xueyi: "..."
Is this Wei Jinzhao a foolish king or a fox turned into a spirit? He is clearly here to deceive information.
When the auctioneer entered the room, the corners of his mouth were hanging from his ears: "One hundred thousand sets of high-grade spiritual armor in one month, no problem! The deposit is..."
Wei Jinchao raised his palm to interrupt him: "I didn't bring any more spirit stones today, so I pledged something worth tens of millions of gold."
He calmly pushed back the Qiankun bag containing the golden talisman.
Auctioneer: "???"
"Isn't it worth it?" Wei Jinchao frowned.
The auctioneer smiled dryly: "Of course it's worth it."
Wei Jinchao nodded and helped Mei Xueyi to stand up: "Goodbye."
Once you leave the auction house, the illusion of disguise will cease to exist.
Wei Jinchao held Mei Xueyi's hand, carefully looked at the purple sand beads in her hair, and said hoarsely: "People are more beautiful than flowers."
Her face turned red with the fiery gaze. She lowered her head and her eyes fell on his beautiful curved chest.
Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw a stream of light crossing the sky and landing right next to the two of them.
A female cultivator in white looked at Wei Jinchao with a cold face.
The Qi machine is locked and can be used at any time.
Mei Xueyi recognized the female cultivator at a glance. Her eyes were sharp and she was quite imposing—it was the rich woman who bid high for purple sand beads at the auction.
Since she could recognize the other person at a glance, he must have recognized her and Wei Jinzhao equally easily.
Mei Xueyi blinked her eyes very melancholy—it was obvious that she had not snatched away the peerless treasure at a low price, so why did she still attract people who wanted to kill her
A spiritual grass, as for that
"You." The female cultivator in white stared at Wei Jinchao, her eyes filled with complicated emotions, as if she was filled with hatred, "You are the father of my child!"
Mei Xueyi: "???"