Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

He met her smiling eyes and said softly, "Hello, Miss Yaoyao. What a coincidence."

Yaoyao chuckled, "That's right. Didn't I tell you last night that I would come to see you, my friend? I wonder which sect you are from and when you will go down to compete."

"Oh, it's just a small sect. Sorry to show off."

"Hate it, fellow Daoist, you know it's not good to be too modest. I think your strength is not weak. Why don't you go up and compete with him?"

No matter what she said, Su Chen just remained humble and refused to go up, looking at the stage indifferently.

Seeing this, Yaoyao snorted lightly and looked intently at the people on the stage, secretly screening the right person. Who should she look for tonight? Oh, that little fat guy is not bad.

His body is full of energy and blood, so he will be the one tonight.

On the stage, Yang Gang felt as if he was being locked in by a pair of gazes. His body couldn't help but shiver. He subconsciously turned his head to look over and met a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes.

The opponent scolded: "Fatty, what are you thinking about? You dare to be distracted on the stage. Who are you looking down on?"

"…I didn't. Something was wrong just now."

"Something is wrong, pay attention to me."

After the competition, the fat man came over and sat in an empty seat. He looked at the woman approaching and subconsciously distanced himself from her. He looked at her with a wary look and asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh, my name is Yaoyao. I'm from the Baihua Sect, a small sect. You fought really well just now."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Yaoyao: “…”

The day passed quickly, and before dark, everyone returned to their own residences. Because someone had died, everyone was more vigilant at night.

Su Chen was drawing talismans alone in the room with a calm expression.

I had drawn a bunch of talismans without realizing it. When it was twelve o'clock, the phone in my pocket vibrated and there was a knock on the door as expected.

A familiar voice came: "Fellow Daoist, my ankle has healed, and I came here to give you a thank you gift and return your ointment."

The door creaked open and the woman outside looked up.

Yaoyao's smile deepened. "Fellow Daoist, thank you for the ointment. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to watch the competition today. By the way, why don't you have any talisman paper here?"

Su Chen said in a gentle voice, "Miss Yaoyao, you are too polite. This is the first sect of Xuanqing Sect, and we have the mountain protection formation. Why do we need any talismans?"

"I'm tall, and when I came in, the talisman paper started blowing around and disturbing people, so I tore it off. What's the problem?"

"Oh, of course not."

Yaoyao put the basket on the table. Inside were juicy fruits that looked very similar to cherries, but much bigger and brighter red.

"Taste this, my friend. I picked this specially to thank you. I also have your ointment to return to you. It's very useful."

Su Chen looked at the "fruits" in the basket and said politely, "Miss Yaoyao, you are too polite. It's just a little ointment. How can I bear so many fruits?"

He didn't want to be poisoned to death by something made from poisonous fruit.

Yaoyao picked one up and moved closer. Her body seemed boneless. She leaned forward, revealing her snow-white chest. Her voice was a bit bewitching: "Come and try it, my friend. It tastes very good."

Her eyes flickered with a faint light, and the fragrance in the air became stronger and stronger, carrying an unknown charm.

Su Chen's eyes gradually became blurred. He reached out to take the fruit, and his fingers moved slightly, setting up a deceptive trick.

Yaoyao watched him eat the fruit, the smile on her lips deepened, and she exhaled like orchid: "Daoyou, do you want to live forever and gain more powerful strength?"

"……think!"

"Well, come with me, okay?"

"it is good."

Seeing his empty eyes and his obedient appearance, Yaoyao reached out and brushed his cheek, licking her lips greedily: "What a pity, I can't touch the body that the master has set his eyes on."

Su Chen was obediently pulled by her and walked out of the yard towards the cliff. The two stood on the edge of the cliff and the wind was very cold.

"Puchi, there's a cliff below, fellow Daoist. Are you afraid?"

"Miss Yaoyao is here, I am not afraid."

"Oh, you're so cute! I almost don't want to sacrifice you. What a pity! Hahaha~"