The topic was immediately brought to the right track.

Both Fang Geyu and Six Consciousnesses knew that the True Ancestor Evil God was not something that could be used to delay nonsense.

Although Fang Geyu is a young lady with a very special personality, she still knows the general picture at the critical moment.

After Balian mentioned this, her expression suddenly became serious. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Jiujiu, who was not very sensible.

"But didn't you just say that the True Ancestor Evil God is completely under the control of your corpse forest? Now it seems that the corpse flowers blooming all over the mountains have indeed swallowed up the desires of the True Ancestor Evil God.

Facts have proved that your plan was successful, and the True Ancestor Evil God has become exhausted."

Balian: "..."

So, Miss Doll, do you still want to continue this deadly and embarrassing topic?

Jiujiu's words once again shocked Liu Shi and Fang Geyu. They couldn't understand why today's disaster and crisis was solved so unknowingly?

The two of them knew Jiujiu's temperament well, and she would never exaggerate in her words or actions, or overly praise a person's achievements.

Since she said that the True Ancestor Evil God has been completely suppressed by the Forest of Corpses, it must be as she said... the end of the war.

Bailian clenched his fist and covered his lips, coughed twice, glanced at Jiujiu, and said, "So Miss Fuhuo still wants to continue the topic of soul circuits?"

Ninety-Nine Ten Points said with a generally indifferent tone: "I think it is very important to solve the problem of the True Ancestor Evil God, and we should do it without delay."

The six senses looked dull and confused.

Was she bewitched by the evil god and fell into a dream?

Otherwise, in her lifetime, how could she possibly see Ninety-nine... being manipulated so simply and easily by a young man?

That’s ninety-nine!

Fang Geyu's thin lips sank, and he clicked his tongue impatiently.

She is not the guy with six senses who has tung oil in his head. Naturally, she knows the scientific name of this unpleasant tone - flirting.

And Si Chen, that kid, doesn't have this kind of mood at all.

Apparently, it was the self-taught ninety-nine who was self-taught without any teacher who guided him intentionally or unintentionally.

Otherwise, she would not be able to be so obedient to a man in front of her little master.

Um……

She seemed obedient, but in fact she was secretly rebellious and started to take advantage of her little face.

So, she is no longer her favorite human cub, right?

Yinghuo, a doll who was born to protect human beings and is mainly of the Shifang bloodline, is also playing a game of female rivalry with her.

very good.

Fang Geyu gritted his teeth and sneered, not giving this thoughtful puppet a chance to express himself. He put his horizontal palm between the blades of the sword, and blood marks suddenly appeared. The blood gushing from the wound was smeared on the Shifang sword.

Fang Geyu raised his sword fingers, brought them together in front of his eyebrows, and quickly recited the formula in a low voice on his lips.

The blood smeared on the sword body seemed to be endowed with some kind of spirituality, and it quickly swam into a snake.

The scarlet blood quickly turned from red, gathering and dispersing into a dense mass of golden runes, all over the entire mirror-thin sword body.

After doing all this, Fang Geyu handed over the Shifang Sword to Bailian.

Bai Lian casually took the Shifang Sword, and the power of Sishui Divine Source immediately condensed on her fingertips, and was placed between the wounds in her palm. She gently wiped it, and the wound was immediately repaired without leaving a trace.

Although Balian's expression at this moment is very calm and natural, this kind of subconscious tender concern is often the most real.

Fang Geyu's little eyebrows were raised proudly, and there was no hint of coquettishness in his tone, but he shouted in pain:

"When I was injured when I was a child, my mother would blow on me before applying medicine."

Balian was startled for a moment. Miss Fang, who had fallen into the belly of the big snake and was badly injured, had never even cried out in pain. Why was she so pretentious today?

He was not a fool. He knew that Fang Geyu was probably feeling suffocated in his heart, so he lowered his eyes and smiled.

Balian held up her white, scarless little hand, blew gently on her healed wound that didn't exist, and said, "Okay, now the pain is gone."

His tone was like coaxing a child.

Jiujiu raised his eyelids and said: "I remember to transfer the Shifang Sword to someone else's hand to use it once. I only need to use the talisman to draw it immediately, and there is no need to go to such trouble to cut the palm and smear the blood."

This posture is indeed powerful and bluffing, but the sword soul of Shifang Sword has been fully awakened, and who wields it is not all in Fang Geyu's mind.

The Shifang Sword is a sword of protection and subjugation, not a killing weapon, so how can it be opened without the blood of its master.

This is just a little girl's trick.

Fang Geyu hid his palm behind his back, looked at Jiujiu with a smile, and said: "But with the blood talisman as a guide for the sword, we can unleash the power of the Shifang Sword to a greater extent, right?

After all, for the sake of the True Ancestor Evil God, you can work hard for more than ten years to lay out your chips, and even turn yourself into a disposable chess piece.

I only have a little blood, so what’s the fuss about?"

Underneath the smile, there was resentment.

Jiujiu nodded slightly to express her approval, but when the conversation changed, she corrected her word for word:

"By the way, now I have a new name, Fuhuo. Young Master, please don't call me Jiujiu in the future."

Fang Geyu seemed a little surprised, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a trace of unnoticeable relief and joy.

Behind this secret emotion, only she knew what meaning her name held for the puppet.

Compared to Fang Geyu's hidden joy, Six Senses Man was completely numb.

A few months ago, when Jiujiu returned to the cold tower, he told her that he had a new name.

Although the expressions are the same, the demeanor is the same, and even the lines are very different, after all, Jiujiu's expression management has always been excellent.

But why today, the six senses are given the appearance of two completely different virtues.

But at that time, she was more confused and interested because someone could bring orders and signs for her. She was more curious and novel about the name Fu Huo.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! So even if you kill Liu Shi, you would never have imagined that one day, Ninety-nine will take on his new name, like a human being who got a toy

Cubs usually show off to others.

Ninety-nine is not the sixth sense, so he cannot do such childish things.

But in fact it is.

The puppet Yinghuo is indeed worthy of being born from the same roots.

Even this childishness is of the same origin.

It's just that Jiujiu has a very scheming mind and hides it quite deeply.

"Fu Huo." Fang Geyu called her as she wished, and raised his finger at her, saying: "The sword has been given to him, I think...doesn't there be a settlement between us?

Have you settled the matter properly?"

Jiujiu narrowed his eyes and took half a step back.

But as soon as her body moved, a hand fell on her shoulder, gently stopping her movements.

Jiujiu turned around and saw Bai Lian's smiling face and said: "When you marked it just now, you asked me to give you an order. The order was given to you at that time, and it should be completed now, right?"

After all, his interest seemed to be quite high when he saw Fang Geyu.

Upon hearing this, Jiujiu's expression turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "How did I know that you would issue such a ridiculous order."

Fang Geyu asked in confusion: "You can order the puppet Yinghuo? So what order did you give?"

Balian snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "An order that allows you to do whatever you want to her once."

Fang Ge's eyebrows almost flew up at this moment. The corners of her lips curved into a smirk, and she clenched her hands into fists and cracked her knuckles.

"The one who knows me is Si Chen."

Jiujiu wanted to continue to retreat, but the command in her body seemed to be answered. Her body suddenly shook and she froze in place.

Bailian released the palm on her shoulder, summoned the Tiance Junshan Sword, inserted it diagonally on the monument, acting as a chair, and very thoughtfully invited Fang Geyu to sit on it.

Naturally, Fang Geyu would not be polite to him, so he stepped over with a step that he did not recognize his relatives, and sat down carelessly, leaning on the simple and heavy sword, then patted his thigh and ordered like an uncle:

"Come over here and remember to lift your butt up a little higher."

Shouldn't we settle the old and new grudges with her?

Liu Shi couldn't help but show a sympathetic look to Jiujiu.

Balian did not disturb the 'good' time for the three of them to reunite. He held the Shifang Sword and countless scarlet flowers from the other side flew around him, lifting his body up.

He jumped off the sword monument and quickly swam towards the depths of the lake.

…

…

The rain was pouring down, and lightning was thundering in the night. Shu Ci's hair and clothes were white as snow. He stood barefoot on the eaves of an ancient mansion, with his eyes downcast, overlooking the dark old building below him.

The eight tails behind her were swinging, and the silver moon demon pattern between the tails slowly lit up with a mysterious and powerful halo.

The raindrops that fell into the courtyard suddenly hovered and stagnated into round water drops, floating in the space.
To be continued...