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Xie Xian looked back at Xue Nanzhi, raised one corner of her lips, and saw the surprised expression of the little green tea girl, which was quite cute. Crooked Mouth Dragon King JPG.

If there was one thing Xie Xian regretted since returning to the clan, it was that there were no palace fighting scripts, which made her feel very bored. Except for Xie An, all the brothers and sisters in the family were in awe of Xie Xian.

Even the eldest lady, Mrs. Lu, never caused her any trouble, which made her feel uninvolved in her life as a noble lady.

She lowered her eyes and leaned back in the sedan chair bored. Xie Xian put the ghost mask on her head, and underneath it was a ghost face makeup specially painted with red paint.

The eyebrows are slanted and the corners of the eyes are raised, and the red eyeliner curls into mandala flowers on the cheeks.

The tear ducts drew spells downwards, dotting the dimples like fangs.

The deep red lip line extends downward along the center line, adding a touch of lust.

The shaman priest in the car looked down upon everyone with an attitude that was like a scorching light in the darkness, nailing everyone to the spot.

The huge contrast brought by the upper and lower faces, ugliness and beauty, viciousness and charm, put together, is simply intoxicating, like a mysterious mandala quietly entwining the heart.

Xie Xian didn't care at all. She just felt that everyone's gazes had become more enthusiastic, but she couldn't see the expressions of other people in the darkness.

He just slowly pulled the ghost mask down and put it on his face, letting the ox cart continue to move forward.

Little did she know that after she left, the street exploded with noise: "Is that Shura? She's so beautiful!" a passerby shouted excitedly.

On the floats they chased during the day, there were also beauties of all kinds, some ethereal, some pure and flawless, and some gorgeous.

But none of them had a greater shock than the ghost-faced beauty in the car.

"Of course, this is the Asura of the Underworld, so it's naturally different."

A woman put down her basket, skillfully took out incense and candles, and kowtowed in the direction of the ox cart. Only then did everyone remember that it was the Nuo mask ghost cart of the second branch of the Xie family.

So more people came forward and joined the woman. "Pray! I hope you can use your magic to catch more fish." She still missed the smell of the big fish from a while ago.

On the second floor of Guiyun Pavilion, Xue Nanzhi was so angry that he smashed two cups and kept cursing "waste", making the servants outside the door tremble a few times.

Hearing the sharp scolding coming from the next room, the people in the Mo family looked at each other in bewilderment. After a while, one of them finally smacked his lips and said, "Our trip was really worthwhile. This lady from the Xie family..."

They turned to look at the young giant standing still by the window, their eyebrows flying.

"There really is a woman dancing this Nuo mask! How about we go and take a look later?"

Someone suggested that it was just a glimpse of a beautiful woman, and who wouldn't want to see her? This girl was of noble status and it wasn't easy to see her. Moreover, this was a completely different kind of beauty that caught them off guard.

The person by the window finally reacted. The young man said with a sullen face, "Are you sure that Tu Zhen is working for the daughter of the Xie family?"

Everyone did not dare to neglect it, and the older man replied: "According to investigation, when the Xie family's daughter came back from Kangjian, it was Tu Zhen who escorted her all the way."

"What happened during this time?" the young master asked cautiously. He always felt that this female monarch was out of tune with this world.

The other person hesitated for a moment and whispered, "It is said that the daughter of the Xie family was abducted in the Xiangxia Villa of the Cui family, and was sent back the next day." Because of this incident, Yanlou was killed and became a big laughing stock in the world.

Everyone understood what was going on and they all tried to hold back their smiles. In their hearts, they felt contempt for Yan Lou. Only a group of people like them who would do anything to destroy someone's reputation could do such a thing.

The young man was unmoved: "And then?"

"The Xie and Cui families jointly suppressed the matter and it came to nothing." There was no follow-up, and this was all the information they could get.

The young master pushed the door and walked out. Everyone looked at each other in silence. Their master had asked so many questions, so why didn't they follow him and see what happened?

Xie Xian was almost falling asleep from being shaken in the car. They circled the street twice before stopping at the intersection.

She glanced at the drastically changed street corner and was quite speechless. She had just been muttering to herself, how could there be so many roads in such a tiny place like Que County, and how could it take so long to walk there.

It turned out that in order to maintain a sense of participation, I drove almost all the main roads in the county.

At this time, the altar was ablaze with fire. Taoist Xuanqing changed into a brand new crane robe and stood on the stage reading the sacrificial text. Xie Xian didn't understand a word of it.

But when the drums sounded, she knew it was her time to go on stage.

The night was dark, the torches around the altar were twinkling, and looking down at the altar, it was hard to see clearly, only a sea of ​​black heads could be seen.

Everyone fell silent.

The ox cart stopped in front of the altar, the white veil in front of the door was swung aside, and Xie Xian walked towards the altar. The red nails on her white feet added a touch of blood in the firelight.

Golden dragon patterns flashed between the black pleats of the skirt. The wide skirt was tied tightly at the waist, and there were a few furry tails hanging at the back, which were quite cute.

Following the drum beats, Xie Xian danced around the fire. As she spun, her braids spread out, highlighting her fair neck under the ghost mask.

The sound of drums gradually became louder. Xie Xian bent her legs and lowered her waist, tilted her head and swayed her body, showing off her graceful feminine figure to the fullest.

As her skirt spun, the bells on her feet rang loudly, as if stepping on people's hearts. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but follow her.

As the drum music became more and more intense, the climax of the ceremony came. Xie Xian slipped two bamboo tubes from her sleeves, threw them into the fire, and stopped in a posture of worshiping the moon.

Then, there was a loud explosion from the fire in the middle, and a green flame shot up into the sky, making the night even more eerie.

The drums and music stopped, and the faces of the musicians at the back turned pale and green. Some even dropped their drumsticks.

Taoist Qingxuan quickly waved his hand, signaling the band to continue, then turned around and glared at Xie Xian fiercely.

He shouted loudly: "Pray for blessings, throw noodles!"

Xie Xian took off the Nuo mask and continued dancing in the green firelight. Suddenly, people could see her indifferent and reckless face under the mask.

Xie Xian didn't think there was anything wrong with what happened just now. She just wanted to make everyone feel more down-to-earth and create a good atmosphere. Unexpectedly, she accidentally got to the underworld.

Looking at the villagers who were kneeling down in fear and trepidation below the stage, Xie Xian's heart skipped a beat. Maybe, probably, everything was okay!

She looked at Taoist Xuanqing, who was trying to appease the band and keep the drums going. Then she looked at the feather dance team behind the altar.

When the gentlemen saw her looking at them, they all lowered their heads and dared not look at her.

Xie Xian: Are you guys going to dance or not?

Just as he was complaining in his mind about their poor psychological quality, he saw Xie An standing out from the black fog.

His eyes were deep and leisurely, looking at Xie Xian intently.

Xie An stretched out his arms and walked forward, following the faint green fluorescence, and continued to dance around the fire, and then the sound of drums and music resumed.

Xie An's gaze was too focused, as if he had discovered a new prey, and Xie Xian couldn't resist staring at him.