C276 Ghost Gu

It was the face of a sixteen or seventeen year old girl. Her cheeks were even more vibrant than the rose that had just bloomed, and her eyes were as bright as the most touching stars in the sky. Perhaps it was because she saw a man staring at her that she slightly lowered her head, a little bit shy, a little bit scared, a little bit short of breath. It was a kind of fragrance that was like the soft fragrance of a petal, like a spirit in the mountains, untouched by the world.

It was like a hypnotic voice: "They are yours. "They are yours now …"

The beauty was already bending over him, as if she was helping him to untie his clothes. Her long soft hair hung down to her legs like a shining black waterfall, covered with dew from the morning sun...

Then, the beautiful woman with long legs stretched out her hand. She had two hands, one holding a bowl and the other holding a green jade staff. One could even feel the gentle smile beneath her veil.

King Qin turned around and suddenly grabbed her hand. The beauty let out a cry of pain, her voice was so sad and weak, like a startled fawn, but she did not resent him, maintaining the gentleness and gentleness of a woman that was born to be kind.

At almost the same time, King Qin also grabbed onto the beauty in front of her. She let out another miserable "Ah" cry as her snow-white hands were twisted together.

But, the King Qin used even more strength in his hands, and the cries of the two became even more miserable.

Ye Lvdayong reached out his hand and slapped it, that green smoke slowly moved towards his palm, bringing a drop of blood along with it. He placed both hands on his palms and gently stroked it, causing the green and red smoke to disappear without a trace.

Only then did King Qin let go of her hand. The beauty quickly retracted her hand and bit her lips.

Ye Lvdayong shook his head, "He's as stupid as an ox! "He's as stupid as an ox!"

King Qin sneered: "Old ghost, you dare to plot against me?"

Ye Lvdayong seemed to be looking at a monster as he sneered, "King Qin, even dead peony flowers make a living for a ghost. Have you seen any other beauties like this in your life? He actually had the heart to refuse their service. "You can do something to a beauty, you really aren't a man …"

King Qin turned to look at the beauty again. She had retreated to the side like an injured pigeon.

King Qin looked at Ye Lvdayong. "This old man has forgotten that you were previously Prince Lao Shi …"

"When I was a crown prince, I was always protective of the fairer sex …" Ye Lvdayong's dry eyes suddenly lit up, radiating with a strange light in this strange room. "I once had two great ideals: one is to have the world, and the other is to have the world's most beautiful woman …"

"Since that's the case, why didn't you use this beauty yourself? Why did you give her to your father? "Could it be that I am the ancestor of your clan?"

Ye Lvdayong's voice became angry. "To be able to kill such a beauty, to be able to make such a beauty scream in such a manner, is simply a crime …"

King Qin laughed out loud: Old ghost Jeru, how many women have you seen?

He disdainfully said, "I've seen all the beauties in the world …"

"Then what level are these two at?"

He said slowly, "Exquisite! Even my old Pet Consort would not have had such beauty. That's why, King Qin, you aren't considered a man, and even less of a hero … "

"Oh? Old ghost, that is because you lack knowledge. "

Ye Lvdayong said angrily: "What did you say?"

"I have seen much better women. "That's why it's so rare."

"What are you bragging about? Was there a woman more docile and beautiful than them? Du Fu has the poetry cloud, 'the expression is deep, elegant and true, the texture fine bone and flesh is uniform. "Embroidered clothes are like the evening spring, and the golden peacock and the silver qilin are like the golden peacock and the silver qilin. I presume that the Grand Tang's women are also inferior to them …"

The King Qin didn't know what Du Fu's words were but he didn't know that at that time, the Liaoning was deeply affected by the Han Chinese culture. As the crown prince, Ye Lvdayong had once received a very systematic education on Han Chinese.

King Qin laughed: "What a pity, I don't like docile women, what can you do to me?"

Ye Lvdayong was furious, "Could it be that you like Mother Yaksha?"

Seeing him like that, although King Qin had to admit that those two were indeed rare super beauties, and were much more beautiful than the seventeen year old Hua Rong. But, he also understood that Ye Lvdayong did not enjoy it himself and did not have any good intentions towards him. He intentionally said: "These two are nothing more than ordinary fans, a Old ghost like you hide in the shadows every day like a bat, you are just a frog in the well, how can you know what the real peerless beauty is like?"

Ye Lvdayong felt that he had lost a bit in terms of momentum, but he quickly sat back down on his chair, like a giant black bat, expressionless and calm. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth: "King Qin, the so-called peerless beauty that you are talking about, is that woman you asked for medical treatment for?"

King Qin was getting impatient, "You don't have to worry about this father's matter."

King Qin was thirsty right now, so he looked at the bowl on the table. Inside the bowl, there was also an amber liquid, and it had an extremely fragrant taste.

He held the bowl and looked at it but did not drink. Ye Lvdayong's voice came out: "Are you afraid of being poisoned?"

"This Old ghost of yours, what good can he do?"

"This beehive of sugar water, on the other hand, is non-toxic. Drink it without worry."

He drank it all in one gulp. He didn't know what to taste, but he could smell the fragrance lingering in his mouth.

Ye Lvdayong shook his head again: "How vulgar, truly vulgar! "Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruits."

King Qin clapped his hands and stood up. "Old ghost, if you have something to say, say it.

Ye Lvdayong opened her eyes, and when King Qin looked at him, he did not know if it was an illusion or something, but he felt a green light flash past his eyes, and when he looked again, he could not see anything.

He exclaimed, "Old ghost Jeru, you …"

He suddenly felt a wave of softness in his heart. His violent and violent blood was slowly calming down. His entire body was lazy and indescribably comfortable. He felt strange, but he had no idea what was so strange about it. He was secretly operating his luck, but he felt that his limbs were much more energetic than usual. The air around his body was also flowing smoothly, and he could not feel anything out of the ordinary.

Ye Lvdayong's gaze slowly shifted towards the wall. King Qin followed his gaze and his heart trembled. Due to the appearance of the beauty just now, he had already forgotten about that terrifying shadow, and now, seeing that blood red shadow again, it seemed to be slowly moving and struggling under the membranes, like a baby about to break out of its shell.

He couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

Ye Lvdayong hushed, as though he was afraid to alarm the "little demon", and said softly: "This is called the Ghost Gu."

"What is a Ghost Gu?"

"The Ghost Gu is the most powerful Gu among the seedlings of Miao Yu. It means that the child who has chosen to be seven years and seven months old, at midnight in July, will be left with not a single drop of blood, and will be dried off in forty-nine days, to be used to create Ghost Gu … "

King Qin felt goosebumps all over his body. He wanted to dry the blood of a living child drop by drop. How terrifying was this? He said angrily, "Damn it, why don't you kill him first before practicing, so that he won't suffer?"

"So what if he's dead? It's useless."

King Qin rolled his eyes and said in shock: "Old ghost Jeru, could it be that you want to use this daddy to train some kind of Ghost Gu?"

"You? You're old and ugly, not that piece of shit. "

The King Qin heaved a sigh of relief and sarcastically retorted, "Do I have to make you look so ugly?"

Ye Lvdayong did not bicker with him. He once again looked at the blood-red color that was constantly moving, as if he was admiring the most outstanding art piece. He could not help but praise in his voice: "This kid, I've raised him for five years already. I love it more than any father loves his son... "

King Qin interrupted his "friendly" voice and mocked: "Why don't you train your own son?"

"This is my son!"

King Qin was startled.

"This is the son of my last favorite concubine, and my only son. When I learned Ghost Gu, it was exactly seven months when he was seven years old. It was truly a timely opportunity, thus, it became my most outstanding work. "Because of this, I mixed seven bowls of my own blood in the refining process. The blood of father and son is thicker than the blood of water …"

King Qin was dumbstruck when he heard this, not because of his unimaginable "seven bowls of blood", but his "son"!

He muttered to himself after a long while, "I thought I was considered a devil, but it turns out that compared to a wicked old turtle like you, I'm simply … "He's a f * cking good person …"

Ye Lvdayong didn't care about his sarcasm at all, and continued to appreciate his own masterpiece as he spoke frankly: "However, Ghost Gu is very difficult to control, and I am the only one who controls it with my own thoughts. But you also need to be constantly on guard against its backlash …"

This time, without waiting for him to explain, King Qin had also understood. Because when Ye Lvdayong refined his own son, it was so cruel and ruthless.

He asked curiously, "How will your son bite you?"

He was not as good as Ye Lvdayong in calling him "Ghost Gu", but Ye Lvdayong kept on asking "your son". Ye Lvdayong glared at him, as if he was tarnishing his own art, and said: "It's fine if the Ghost Gu is not released, but once it is released, it won't be taken back unless it kills the one who is vital to it. The result of being unable to take it back was that it became a 'wild Ghost Gu' that came and went as fast as lightning to harm people. Every time it harmed a person, its ability would increase and in the end, the reduced Gu Master would also become a victim. If the Ghost Gu harmed its Gu Master, then there would no longer be any power in this world that could control it … "

"Isn't that just right? If your son were to kill you, he would be unrivalled in the world. If that were to happen, wouldn't it be as easy as flipping your hand if you were to destroy Jinguo and obtain victory over the entire world? What's the matter with you dead? "In any case, the world belongs to your family, so you can be happy …"

He was joking when he said this, but he felt a chill run down his spine. Ye Lvdayong's face also changed drastically, as he said in a stern voice, "Shut up!"

His voice was trembling slightly, and he looked extremely scared.

However, he was even more shocked in his heart. This Old ghost, who had personally refined his only son into a "Ghost Gu" in such a cruel manner, clearly knew what kind of level his ambition had reached, and for this reason, all living things in the world could be sacrificed.