Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

As soon as he stepped into the village, Xiao Fuci realized that no matter whether it was the people working in the fields, the women washing clothes at the door, or even the old man sitting on the side of the road, they were all disguised as assassins.

The seemingly peaceful village is actually full of traps. Yuebai is indeed nearby, but in the mountains some distance away from the village. The thatched house is painted, and everything is actually a painting, but the people in it don't know it.

Yuebai watched these people walk into his painting, hugged the white tiger and stroked it twice: "I'm going to take a nap first, and you can call me when Xiao Fuci is tortured to death."

Baihu knew it himself: "Don't worry, young lady, I have hung the portrait in the peach forest behind."

Xiao Fuci had indeed started fighting with the assassins. Today's group was obviously stronger, and it seemed that he would definitely die here today. Xiao Fuci was at ease and did not use his full strength.

However, he sustained some minor injuries one after another. However, after a long time, what he expected still did not appear. Finally, as if he had given up, Xiao Fuci put away his previous fancy sword moves, and suddenly became fierce, taking the lives of several people in an instant.

Xiao Fuci began to treat those people as targets for venting his anger. He had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, but he only knew some moves and routines. However, the actual combat during this period had greatly improved Xiao Fuci's strength. He was also extremely talented, so this place had become a one-sided harvest.

Bai Hu had been observing, feeling a little anxious that Yue Bai might not show up later. When he turned around, he saw Yue Bai getting up from the couch and said quickly, "Xiao Fuci seems to have become much stronger."

"That's great. We will be hunted a lot in the future." Yuebai stretched lazily. "The seventh festival should be here in two days along the river. We can go out and have some fun."

Xiao Fuci had already dealt with this group of people. He was about to walk around when he felt a cloud of smoke coming. When the smoke cleared, he came to a peach forest.

This was not the time of the year when peach blossoms were in full bloom. Xiao Fuci, who had experienced all kinds of things since childhood, immediately calmed down. The fact that the bell did not ring proved that there was no malicious intent.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fuci walked deeper into the peach forest with confidence. Not long after he walked, he saw a painting hanging on a peach branch. Xiao Fuci hurriedly took it down. It was indeed the portrait, but the material of the scroll had changed, and even the person in the painting had a little more cinnabar between his eyebrows.

Just as I was wondering, a woman walked out of the painting without any wind, with a light veil covering her face and cinnabar blood between her brows. She looked very much like her, but not...

The joy Xiao Fuci felt when he saw the portrait disappeared, and was replaced by the loss of hope.

"Who are you?" Xiao Fuci asked.

"What a rude guest! You are the first one to disturb my sweet dream." Yuebai fell from the sky to the ground.

Xiao Fu retreated two steps, his eyes becoming more alert: "I am sorry for being rude, has this lady ever seen the original person in this painting?"

"There was originally a mortal in this painting. After his death, his soul was left in the painting..." Yue Bai paused for a moment, "But later someone took away the sacred tree that originally hung the scroll, and the soul disappeared too. I am the painting demon of this painting."

Yuebai pointed at his cinnabar and said, "Because she had a lot of resentment before she died, I was able to transform myself with the blood she spit out."

"The resentment is extremely heavy... The resentment is extremely heavy." Xiao Fuci murmured these four words.

Yuebai floated behind him like a ghost and said, "If his soul had been nurtured by the sacred tree, he could have become the painting demon in this painting in due time. Unfortunately, I don't know who took away the sacred tree. I got a bargain."

Who took away the sacred tree? Xiao Fuci's first reaction was to the head of the Xiao family. Suddenly, he heard that the head of the Xiao family had said that the Ji family had a secret method to bring the dead back to life. Isn't the resurrection method they longed for relying on this sacred tree?

"Since you are here, young master, please stay in the painting and accompany me." Yuebai whispered in his ear.

Xiao Fuci quickly took two steps back to distance himself from her: "This girl is already married."

"Then how about I become your wife?" Yue Bai said, and changed back to her original appearance, and smiled sweetly as she went to Xiao Fuci again, "Husband..."

But before she could finish her words, a sword was placed across her neck. Xiao Fuci said with a cold face: "You are not her."

"How can I not be her? Sooner or later your sweetheart will become like me. Do you think that we humans and demons are on different paths?" Yuebai continued, not afraid of the sharp sword that was flashing with cold light.

Xiao Fuci did not answer, but put away his sword and prepared to leave. Later, he still felt that this painted demon had some shadows of an old friend, so he left a message: "You go to Huai'an, then you will stay with you."

Yuebai saw him leave, then called Baihu out: "I have an excellent idea, I need your cooperation."

The white tiger walked gracefully like a cat. He heard Yuebai whispering in his ear for a few times and nodded to indicate that he understood.

Then he transformed into his original form and carried Yuebai on his back to where Qiji was.

Qi Ji was originally staying well in the South China Sea. When Yue Bai just died, she also stayed in the South China Sea to play with her for a long time. She had already recognized her tribesmen. The tribesmen told her that she was not yet an adult and had not awakened the corresponding abilities, so they would not allow Qi Ji to leave the South China Sea again.

But Yuebai left without saying goodbye after staying with her for a while. Worried about the safety of his friend, and the direction of the soul-guiding smell was always Yunzhou, Qi Ji naturally thought that Yuebai might be in danger.

So he followed the river all the way to Yunzhou, but he met Yuebai halfway. To be more precise, Yuebai was covered in wounds. Not knowing what had happened to Yuebai, Qi Ji had to carry her in the water for a long time before putting her on a stone in the middle of the river.

The underage Qi Ji had no other abilities except controlling water and picking pearls. At this moment, the mermaid holding the painted monster felt deeply powerless.

“Yuebai, Yuebai…” The hoarse voice of the mermaid sounded in her ears, and Yuebai slowly opened her eyes.

Before Qi Ji could be happy, Yue Bai asked, "Who are you?"

"Yuebai, I'm Qiji." Qiji anxiously grabbed Yuebai's hand.

Unexpectedly, Yuebai broke free and said, "Who is Yuebai? I am Zhusha, the painting demon Zhusha."

Qi Ji looked at her in disbelief and smelled her scent again, confirming that the soul guide was still there. She was indeed Yue Bai. Qi Ji couldn't figure it out. She was not considered very smart.

Naturally, they didn't know what to do in this situation, so the two of them just stayed in a stalemate. The main reason was that Qi Ji was unwilling to let Yue Bai leave. In the end, the two of them lived in the world in the painting together.