Chapter 518 Painting skin into the bone, stealing the heart into the bone

Seeing An Bochen's sympathy, Simajin asked with his waist.

"I'm sympathizing with Brother Wang Feng." An Bochen said slowly.

"He is with Yueqingqing every day, and he is not happy. What is there to sympathize with?"

"Because you definitely won't pay them."

"You... Ask for it!"

Simajin suppressed his laughter, his beautiful eyes stared, and his pink fist came up.

An Bochen pretended to dodge and took Simajin into his arms with a smile: "Stop it. Let's talk about serious things."

"Well, it's obvious that you're making trouble."

Simajin stood up, held An Bochen's ready-moving hand, and then said, "Do you know why Zhang Qi asked you to come to me?"

"Easy-to-understand?"

"Exact" Simajin nodded and flashed her beautiful eyes: "The purpose of making you easy is to send you to pick up the masters hidden in the Three Dynasties. Prince Yin exposed his strength this time. In my opinion, he wants to lead the snake out of the hole. Once the breath of the peak of the six heavens haunts the land of the Three Dynasties, he will be furious and strangle Zhang Qi's backhand.

What Sima Jin said is the same as the secret discussion between Zhang Qi and non-evil superiors.

I heard Simajin continue to say, "The reason why Prince Yin didn't touch you is that you became famous in the first battle. If he sent people to kill you in a blink of an eye, it would be too stingy. Second, it hasn't been long for you to invest in Zhang Qi's command. Prince Yin may also have the intention of putting you under his command to attack Zhang Qi."

"You guessed right. He gave me a magic elixir and specially asked a real fairy to run errands."

An Bochen leaned on the jade couch and said.

"Fu Mo Dan, a good thing, there will be a chance to use it to become the incarnation of the heart demon in the future." Simajin smiled and said, "At least the prince will take action against you for a while. And if the hidden forces of the National Master's Mansion are annihilated in one fell swoop, it will not only damage Zhang Qi's strength, but also make Zhang Qi suffer a dumb loss. Before Zhang Guoshi left, he left these masters for Zhang Qi, and he was afraid that he would be noticed by Emperor Yin and cause suspicion, so he let those masters scattered and hide everywhere, but unexpectedly, he let Zhang Qi be restrained everywhere.

"Indeed." An Bochen nodded: "If those masters gather in one place, if the prince wants to kill them all, he also needs to weigh it, so as not to hurt both sides. In your words, Zhang Qi's masters are not weaker than the prince's guests?

"It should be like this. At least there should be a real immortal in charge. After all, it is Zhang Guoshi's handwriting." Simajin said, "There are eleven guests in the prince's mansion. In addition to the evil Buddha king and the fox Liuniang who were defeated by you, there are also six people at the peak of the six heavens. I have found out my identity names, which are in this album. The remaining three people, if I guess correctly, are likely to be real immortals, but unfortunately, my strength is not enough to find out their reality.

Taking over the brochure handed over by Simajin, An Bochen turned over and stuffed it into his arms: "The real fairy who ran errands for the prince is called Huang Tian, do you know?"

"Is it him?" Simajin frowned. Obviously, she had heard of the prestige of the old man Huang Tian: "Don't care about those real immortals. Zhang Qi kept his mouth shut to his hidden master, but he faintly revealed his intention to help several of the six heavens break through the true immortals.

Hearing this, a cold light flashed in An Bochen's eyes: "How many six-fold heavens can help break through to the true immortal?"

"This is also what I'm most worried about." Hearing An Bochen's words, Sima Jin was a little relieved and distressed: "This seven hidden is really deep enough. I think he has been suppressed by the prince for so long and has not fought back. I just think that there is no important person under him. After you come, he will do his best to help you break through to the true immortal. Breaking through the true immortals requires at least ten kinds of magic weapons. Among them, there must be a magic weapon of the real fairyland, which can only be used once. In addition, it also needs to be equipped with a panacea. Judging from the strength of the National Normal University today, it is conservatively estimated that in addition to Zhang Qi himself, he can only provide two more people to break through to the real immortals at most.

"In this way, it will be troublesome. Not to mention the distance, I am far less than those old people in the National Normal University. With those masters under the command of Zhang Guoshi alone, Zhang Qi will also consider his father's relationship and leave them the opportunity to break through the real immortals.

An Bochen said.

"Exact. So your response trip is very important.

Simajin, who was snuggling in An Bochen's arms, stood up, walked in the attic, and said quietly, "If you want the Yin Dynasty to be in chaos, you must let the two forces of the prince and Zhang Qi fight, so you must also safely pick them back and save hope for Zhang Qi. As for how to get the quota to break through the real immortals, I have three strategies: the upper, middle and lower strategies, the upper strategy to suppress, the middle strategy to win over, and the lower strategy to show weakness.

"The lower strategy is easy to do, but the opportunity is far worse than the upper and middle strategies. The middle strategy is slightly difficult. You need to dance well with long sleeves and balance the constraints. The best strategy is the most difficult, but you need your strength to be enough to suppress them. On the one hand, you don't know their details. On the other hand, there may be no friendship between them. You are too strong that it's not good for them to join hands."

"You choose a strategy, and I will fully cooperate with you."

After Simajin finished speaking, he looked at An Bochen.

Seeing that An Bochen was still leaning leisurely, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Simajin said anly, "I'm in a daze again."

"I'm not in a daze. I also think of a strategy." An Bochen raised his head and said.

"Oh?" A strange light flashed in Simajin's beautiful eyes, and the corners of his mouth bent into a fascinating smile: "Come and listen to it."

Getting up, An Bochen walked to Simajin, looked at the distant sky through the window lattice, and whispered, "Isolating Zhang Qi, let Zhang Qi be suspicious of the master left by his father."

Simajin's eyes lit up: "Good plan, in this case, he can only rely on you. However, this plan needs to be done carefully. It is difficult to balance the word. If you walk on the cliff, if you don't pay attention, it will make Zhang Qi guess you.

Looking back, An Bochen looked at Simajin's unparalleled face and touching amorous feelings, and said with a smile, "In fact, your three strategies can also be used together. Based on my plan, supplemented by it, it will definitely come true."

He was a little confused by An Bochen's hot eyes. Simajin gently squeezed his delicate lips, pulled up An Bochen, walked to the jade bed, and pushed An Bochen down with his backhand.

An Bochen looked at Simajin, who was like a wolf and a tiger, in surprise. Gradually, he calmed down.

He knows very little about men and women. He only thought about it by himself, but he also knew what a lonely man and a woman should do when they were alone in the room, but he didn't expect that Hong Fu would be more anxious than him.

Looking at Simajin's extremely seductive body wrapped under the vegetarian skirt, An Bochen's heart crossed and touched it.

"Papa!"

Simajin slapped him and knocked off An Bochen's hand.

"Don't move."

"..."

"What are you thinking about? Sit down and close your eyes. I'm going to change your face." Sima Jin tightened her face, with a teasing smile in her eyes.

An Bochen had mixed feelings and was disheartened. He sat down obediently and closed his eyes under the eyes of Simajin who seemed to be able to see through his heart.

Wisps of green smoke floated out of the incense burner, like a picture, rising in the high-altitude attic, wrapped around An Bochen's eyes, and not long after, it brought him into an endless dream.

"Stay the heart of Taoism."

Simajin's voice came from his ear, as if from the end of thousands of distant mountains and rivers. An Bochen's body shook and broke away from the dream, but he still felt like a dream, as if it was real and fake.

"Qingyan dream art was taught by Qingqing, and I realized the writing law by myself. My disguise, its famous painting skin, is different from the disguise of ordinary people, but completely changes a person's appearance and breath. Even a real fairy is difficult to detect.

"Painting the skin into the bone, stealing the heart into the bone. The poison of stealing the heart, all over the world, I am the only one who has the antidote.

Simajin's soft voice echoed in his ear, and there was a lingering ** in his warmth. An Bochen couldn't stand it any longer and fell into a dream.