She could no longer drink deer blood wine. Feng Ruqing felt that her mind had been soaked too much, causing her whole body to feel out of place.

She originally came with a knife to follow the disciple of Hehuan Sect who sneaked behind the mountain to see what he was going to do. But now she was squatting on the ground with this disciple and watching what he was doing.

Shen Hai has been put away. She is a king of ghosts, a demigod who has experienced countless dangers and consciously seen hundreds of kinds of people in the world. She was dismissed by this male cultivator with a few simple explanations. She squatted

Next to him, they thought they were staring at him, but they were actually staring at him in a daze.

"Have we met somewhere?" Feng Ruqing saw that the male cultivator was concentrating on drawing some talisman. She could not understand it, but she could not detect any malice in this male cultivator, including the things he drew.

and evil spirits.

"I've never seen it." The male cultivator's voice was calm.

"Then why do I think you are so familiar?" Feng Ruqing squatted next to him, her bright-colored robe exposed under the black robe and falling to the ground.

Feng Ruqing released the ghostly aura covering her face and reached out to poke a red mole behind his ear. It was very small and delicate, and it would have been difficult to spot it if it wasn't so close.

"Pa", Feng Ruqing's finger was knocked off. The male cultivator took back his hand and straightened his hair to cover the small mole.

Feng Ruqing rubbed her fingertips. She was not annoyed, but rather interested, "You didn't even see me. How do you know you haven't seen me?"

The male cultivator stopped and glanced sideways at Feng Ruqing. Probably because Feng Ruqing was too close, he leaned back slightly, but he was not at all frightened by her sudden reveal of her true face, and his expression did not move at all.

He said to Feng Ruqing's face, "I've never seen it before."

Feng Ruqing actually felt that something was wrong. This man in the palace and the person in front of him could not figure it out for a while.

But this person's reaction when he saw her was wrong.

"That expression of yours is like visiting a grave. Doesn't it look good to me?" Feng Ruqing touched her face, "Aren't you from the Hehuan Sect..."

Although she doesn't care much about her appearance, there are many people who praise her appearance, and there are also people who look at her infatuatedly when they see her.

"There are many beautiful women in the Hehuan Sect." The male cultivator's tone was filled with imperceptible impatience, which made Feng Ruqing laugh.

What she said just now was like a vulgar pervert flirting with a good woman. But the key point is that she is facing the male cultivators of the Hehuan Sect. Hey, isn't the Hehuan Sect the least picky sect in the world, with many candidates for dual cultivation?

Is she not strong enough?

"Do you know who I am?" Feng Ruqing bumped him again with her arm.

He stopped, he was done, now he just had to wait. So he stood up, without even looking at Feng Ruqing, he lowered his head and shook his robe.

"I know, King Chi Yan." His tone was still lukewarm.

Feng Ruqing stood up and looked at him and said bluntly, "Don't all the Hehuan Sect like strong people? Why are you so cold to me?"

Feng Ruqing thought about it and felt like she was out of her mind when she said this. She would not be so arrogant normally, and she didn't think she was so extraordinary.

But she looked around, and there was no one nearby. The disciples were all looking for a way to crack the second door of the Relic Palace, so she had nothing to do, so she let the thoughts in her mind develop and said, "

So are you trying to get at me?"

After she said this, she couldn't help but put her fingers to her lips and bit them, and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin.

The male cultivator opposite her was obviously confused by her expression. He looked at her without moving his eyebrows and asked almost seriously, "Is the Ghost King short of people around you?"

Feng Ruqing pursed her lips, walked half a circle around the male cultivator, nodded and said, "That's not the case, I'm just curious."

"What are you curious about?" He lowered his eyes, not rejecting people thousands of miles away, but it just made people feel inaccessible. If I had to describe it, it would be like a lake in the abyss.

Quiet, waveless, and unmoving for thousands of years, it inexplicably attracts people to get closer, as if there is some unique treasure hidden in it.

"I'm curious...how many times have you practiced double cultivation with a female cultivator?" Feng Ruqing watched his calm lake surface being shattered, and slowly raised her lips and smiled.

This is exactly the same as naughty children who like to jump into puddles, mess up neat things, eat delicious food everywhere, and paint on white paper.

Feng Ruqing took an evil path and stumbled to become a demigod, but now she is also a ghost king. She has a natural restlessness and destructive desire in her bones, and she is also born not to see such a dignified, solemn, and self-possessed person.

Always thinking about breaking and teasing.

She has only seen two people with such self-control in their bones in her life, and they are both the same... Wait!

She squinted at the male cultivator in front of her, "What kind of female cultivator do you like? What do you think of me?"

Feng Ruqing deliberately went too far. It would not be difficult to confirm her guess. Although the guess was absurd and too coincidental, it still had to be tested.

The male cultivator still lowered his eyes and said nothing, and the aura around his body was cold. Feng Ruqing was startled, forced herself to calm down, and continued:

"It's not as good as you and me. I am a good soul builder with merit," Feng Ruqing said. "Don't be afraid. I can control my ghost energy and promise not to hurt you in bed. How about that?"

Feng Ruqing said as she approached the male cultivator, "You won't refuse, right? I still have many good things, rare things from the heaven, the human world, the demon world and the ghost world. If you like it, you can choose whatever you want."

Feng Ruqing boldly held the male cultivator's shoulders, moved closer, and asked in a low voice, "What's your name, huh?"

Feng Ruqing deliberately whispered into his ear, "Call it Haisheng or Hesheng?"

The last time he lied to her and called her Chi Sheng, this time it was naturally either Hai Sheng or He Sheng.

Feng Ruqing's hand on one side touched her ribs, ready to pull out of Shen Hai at any time, as if there were thousands of deer running past her, making her ears buzz.

She knew that if she guessed correctly, the next moment this person would definitely slap her, the traitor, to death.

Feng Ruqing's whole body tensed up, ready to go. Shen Hai unsheathed a little, and at the same time she quickly turned her head and touched his face with her lips.

Then she waited, taking one breath or two, trying to figure out how he was going to do it, where she would hide, and what her current abilities were, and what her chances of winning against him were.

He is at the pinnacle of the extreme realm, and he has suppressed his cultivation to avoid ascension. Is he the same ability as a true god?

If she couldn't be beaten, where would she run to?

Feng Ruqing even estimated where Jing Feng was. If she was defeated later, she would run in the direction of Jing Feng first, and Jing Feng would definitely help her.

In the space of a few breaths, Feng Ruqing's heart turned over and over again, rehearsing a big drama in her mind of bullying her master and destroying her ancestors.

Seeing her lips touching the male cultivator's face, the fingers on his side tightened, Feng Ruqing said as she expected -

Then just when Feng Ruqing arched her back slightly, preparing to strike first, she heard a dull response.

"That's good." The male cultivator said.

Feng Ruqing was stunned for a moment, staring at the person looking at her from close range in astonishment, as if she couldn't figure out what he said for a long time.

He said, "I don't want you to talk about seas and rivers," he said with thin lips and a slight movement, "my name is Gan Ping. Gan Tian Gan, Ping Ping."

After a while, the hair on Feng Ruqing's body began to fall. She pulled out some of Shen Hai from her ribs and pressed it back. Then she carefully stared at the eyebrows of the person in front of her for a moment, and pursed her lips slightly.

, "Gan Ping?"

He nodded, stretched out his hand to wipe the side of his face, and said, "Do you mean what you say?"

Feng Ruqing said "Ah", let out a slight breath, stared at the man who called himself Gan Ping for a moment, and then laughed, "Of course it counts."

Hearing this, Gan Ping lowered his eyebrows and said "hmm", then stood still and didn't speak. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Ruqing dismissed the speculation that this person was Shi Zizhen again. After all, if it was really Shi Zizhen, he would have killed her when she said such frivolous words.

What's more, with Shi Zizhen's temperament, even if he really wants to pretend to be someone, he should be a Sanxian like before or a sect like Qingyuan Sect. How could he end up joining the Hehuan Sect? There is no such coincidence in the world

matter.

What's more, if it were really Shi Zizhen, would he agree to be good to her? Unless the heaven falls and the sea water dries up, and the demons and ghosts become intimate and harmonious as a family.

Dispelling this guess, the more Feng Ruqing looked at Gan Ping, the more she liked him. His eyebrows were not very delicate, and he was considered to have an average appearance. But he was standing here, even if he was distracted like this, Feng Ruqing was not satisfied.

I want to take a second look.

There really are other people with similar temperaments in this world besides Shi Zizhen, the ice pimple.

Feng Ruqing watched for a while, thinking that he had promised to be with her, she began to be dishonest.

She put her hand away the long hair that was scattered around his ears, and poked his little red mole again, "Hey, you should talk to me. With your temper, you don't know how to practice in the Hehuan Sect.

Are willing ones like me taking the bait?"

Feng Ruqing was very sure that apart from her, there was no one else in the world who liked such a cold temperament. After all, in the Immortal Sect Asking the Heart Formation for so many years, no one cared about Shi Zizhen, not even Jing Chengyin. It can be seen that this kind of temperament,

The truth is unflattering.

"Pa", Feng Ruqing's hand was hit again. This time she didn't take it away and directly pinched Gan Ping's ear, "You still hit me, and you made peace with me, and you didn't even let me touch you?"

"Listen." He turned his head to avoid Feng Ruqing's hand and freed his ear from being pinched.

"Someone is crying." Gan Ping said.

Feng Ruqing thought he was making excuses, but it turned out that someone was really crying. It didn't sound like they were far away, but the voice was very weak and didn't sound like that of the disciples.

Feng Ruqing immediately put away her slutty posture, closed her eyes and ears, turned around the mountain following the cry, and walked a little further down. She looked back at Gan Ping and said, "Follow me, the sound is underground."

She covered the ghost energy again, pulled Gan Ping's wrist without any explanation, and ran down the mountain.

Disciples from the Hehuan Sect, Qingyuan Sect and Xuanyun Mountain at the foot of the mountain were looking around. They were scattered everywhere. Feng Ruqing quickly shouted, "Gather together, there is a strange noise underground!"

Soon, the sound was clear enough for everyone to hear it. It was indeed crying, and it was not the cry of one person, but the cry of many people.

It was thin and weak, and sounded like it was out of breath. Everyone immediately gathered together, but as they took a step forward, the ground suddenly sank.

It wasn't the blood vines that appeared before, but a good ground, even with grass growing on it, but it suddenly turned into mud and you fell into it as soon as you stepped on it.

When the disciples entered it, their realm was suppressed. Most of them were unprepared and stepped directly into the mud, and then they couldn't pull their legs out.

There was a faint fishy smell in this mud, and it was also wrapped in a strong honey fragrance, as if there were countless pairs of hands from hell grabbing them, making them sink deeper and deeper like falling into a swamp.

"Don't move rashly yet!" the senior senior brother at the head of the Qingyuan Sect shouted in time, "The more you move, the deeper you will fall. Don't use spiritual light to explode, the sword..."
To be continued...