Rebirth of Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 642 Cursed Ghost
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Chu Xian could never have imagined that the woman in front of her would be so unrestrained. She wanted to ridicule her severely, but was afraid of losing points with her master, so she had to hold back.

When Hatsune Miku said this, she also deliberately glanced provocatively in Chu Xian's direction. The meaning in her eyes was clear: This shrine maiden is no worse than you, girl!
Feeling that the two women would not fight for the time being, Yang Xiaocong raised her head cautiously.

Looking at the determined expression on Hatsune Miko's face, and then at Ye Shen's nonchalant look, Yang Xiaocong suddenly felt that she had lived a dog's life for the past twenty years.

Look at how high-end Ye Shen is. She is an unrivaled beauty and a powerful cultivator. She may also be the most beautiful woman in Japan. She is begging people to take her as a concubine.

In this era, let alone the world's richest man, even the head of a superpower wouldn't dare to think like that!
It turns out that people like Ye Shen are the real winners in life. Yang Xiaocong suddenly realized at this moment that he dared not be jealous. At this moment, there was only endless envy and admiration in his heart.

At this moment, Ye Qing's expression was very calm.

But in the eyes of paparazzi leader Yang Xiaocong, that is not indifference, that is super high-level ambiguity.

Because Mr. Ye did not let Hatsune Miku stay, nor did he ask her to leave.

As expected, Hatsune Miko immediately said, "Let's decide this first. I'm staying!"

Even though Chu Xian was dissatisfied at this moment, she did not say a word. She suddenly realized that she had never hated the Japanese so much.

Hua Xiaozhixiang didn't say anything for a long time, and her heart was full of indignation at this time.

Why?

I have worked so hard for Master Ye Qing so many times, but I have never been able to become his maid. But when this shameless woman came, I became his maid.
Maybe even a concubine!

Hatsune Miko glanced at her calmly, chuckled and said, "Little Shikigami, don't be unconvinced. How about I wipe your consciousness for you, and you won't feel those troubles anymore, okay?"

Hua Xiaozhixiang was immediately horrified when she heard this. What a vicious woman!
Onmyojis and shrine maidens are the natural enemies of Shikigami. If a Shikigami's consciousness is wiped out, it will be no different from disappearing into thin air!
"However," Hatsune Miko continued with a smile, "If you are kind to me, I don't mind helping you go further on the path of becoming a Shikigami."

Considering that this was a promise made by a rare genius, Hanako Orika nodded silently, and even a hint of joy surged in her heart.

Coming to the counter, the Miko Hatsune took out the small jar she carried with her, took out some tea leaves from it, brewed them smoothly, and then placed them respectfully in front of Ye Qing.

"Master, please try my special crescent cherry blossom tea. You are the second person in the world to drink this tea!"

The boiling water has just been poured in and the tea is not yet cooked, but large clouds of mist rise up. For a moment, the fragrance of tea fills every inch of the cafe and slowly overflows from the doors and windows.

"Good tea."

Although he hasn't tasted it yet, Ye Qing has already seen that this tea is cultivated by the true power of a cultivator. This kind of thing is rare on Earth.

Hearing this praise, Hatsune Miko's pretty face was filled with excitement.

It’s really not easy. Only with the affirmation of Lord Ye Qing can I stay here.

As for why she would "lower herself to be" and pay for him, Hatsune Miko is definitely not a fool. On the contrary, her vision is higher than anyone else's.

In this small world of Japan, it would be impossible for her to become one of the leaders of the ninja or onmyoji forces in her lifetime.

However, she saw infinite possibilities in Ye Qing, a man as powerful as a god or demon.

This path of cultivation is nothing more than the constant pursuit of the evolution of life.

Therefore, as she has a keen vision, she will never give up such a great opportunity!
There is another ordinary person in the cafe, that is the timid Yang Xiaocong.

Hatsune Miko didn't know how good the relationship between this mortal boy and Ye Qing was, but this didn't stop her from making friends with the people around Ye Qing.

So she walked over with a smile and stuffed a stack of thin little paper figures into Yang Xiaocong's hand.

"It's our first meeting, so I don't have anything special to give you. You can use these little gadgets to kill time in your spare time."

To Hatsune Miku, this stack of paper figures is only slightly more valuable than waste paper. Using them to exchange for the support of ordinary people is definitely a good deal.

Yang Xiaocong was holding the stack of paper figures, his face filled with confusion. He knew that these things were probably extremely precious to him, but he didn't know how to use them.

"Sister Miko, this..."

It's time to strike the snake while the stick is still there. Anyway, he has started to call Chu Xian "Sister Chu Xian" recently. Now there is one more big sister, which is only right considering the magical powers of old man Ye Shen.

Hatsune Miko smiled and explained, "They are all cursed ghosts. Just write a person's name on a small paper figure and visualize that person in your mind. At night, the cursed ghost will come alive and kill that person for you."

"Also, don't forget, this thing is only useful for ordinary people."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaocong's hand holding the little paper man suddenly began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, and cold sweat quickly broke out on her face.

very scary!
I actually hold such a dangerous thing in my hand!
According to what the witch said, what he was holding was clearly a group of ghosts who loved to kill people. He didn't know if they would come back to life and eat him when he slept at night.
Seeing Yang Xiaocong's strange expression, Hatsune Miko said sympathetically, "Little brother, do you dislike cursing ghosts? Otherwise, how about I change it to something more interesting for you?"

"No, no, no, thank you, sister witch, I am very satisfied with these cursed ghosts!" Even though that hand was still shaking violently, Yang Xiaocong quickly protected the stack of cursed ghosts and expressed her gratitude fiercely and firmly.

In the moment of confusion just now, many images emerged in his mind, the most classic of which were the various versions of the TV series "Investiture of the Gods".

That’s right, Yang Xiaocong believed that this stack of cursed ghosts was a magic weapon that could fly high and kill people!

Every thin piece of curse in his hand is equivalent to a life in his hands!
Like a beggar who had never seen money, Yang Xiaocong carefully put the stack of curse ghosts into his pocket, but immediately found that everyone in the room had an indifferent attitude.

A mere cursed ghost cannot threaten a practitioner.

But Yang Xiaocong's mind was full of longing and fantasy at this time: Who should I kill now?

Who should I kill?
(End of this chapter)