Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

To my disappointment, the oil-paper umbrella blocked most of my face, making it hard to see clearly.

But even though he held up an umbrella, his body was still dripping wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water. The clothes were made of some kind of dye, which was more gorgeous than rouge. Compared with the karma red lotus that can be seen everywhere in Duye Palace , are overshadowed.

The fly in the ointment is that the dye is not very water-resistant, and it flowed all over the ground under the heavy rain.

Anyway, the carriage couldn't move for a while, so I rolled over in twos and out, and handed him my oiled paper umbrella.

"Your umbrella is broken, use mine."

He silently reached out and took it, without thanking him.

I was really curious about his appearance, so I reached out to lift the edge of his umbrella.

However, as soon as they met, the strange red-clothed man disappeared into the rain curtain out of thin air, and when he looked down, his hands were covered with blood.

It turned out it wasn't the dye.

The shadow guards hurriedly helped me back to the carriage.

"Mr. Qi, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, don't get yourself wet."

"There was someone here just now, didn't you see it?"

They all shook their heads.

I sat down in wonder, and found that in the dry compartment that had been protected from water, the water had accumulated up to my ankles. It was not rainwater, and it tasted very salty, mixed with two red leaves.

Sea water, mangroves... Chungdu, Yancheng.

Qin Simu said that the fallen demon disciple named Jing Nian died in Yancheng at the bottom of the sea.

What I just saw turned out to be a ghost.

It stands to reason that the ghost of a violent death will always be trapped in place.

Have you been following me?why?

The feeling of memory confusion was uncomfortable, I didn't want to look at the scenery anymore, and pestered the shadow guard for an answer, "Who the hell is Jing Nian?"

Maybe it's because I'm worried that I'm the future wife of the palace lord. They were questioned helplessly, and you started a long talk with each other, but it didn't make much sense, it was like a work summary.

It only let me know that he is a magic baby who shouldn't be born, and started to follow Bai Shaohan to do all kinds of bad things before he was sensible.

I thought I could hear some stories related to me, so disappointed.

When I got back to the dormitory, the mutton soup had already been boiled. San was arranging the bowls and chopsticks. Seeing my dissatisfied face, he asked with a smile, "What? Who messed with you?"

"Everyone messed with me." I sat down angrily, "I was thinking that I'm not made of glass, so I need to handle it so lightly? The road doesn't let me walk by myself."

San handed me a jade spoon, his tone still coddling a child. "Then after dinner, I'll accompany you for a walk down the mountain, can you leave them alone?"

I glared at him, opened the spoon, and poured the broth directly. It turned out to be the same taste as in my memory. The robot would not feel hungry, nor would it be willing to be stared at for food. Therefore, although the experience on the taste buds is perfect, it is also Unable to feel satisfied.

I just find it annoying.

I frowned and asked him, "Do all mutton soups taste like this?"

"Probably." He wiped the soup from my lips with a handkerchief, his expression couldn't be more sincere. "Xiaojiu should have only eaten the meals I cooked."

"Really?" I was dubious. "Then you are quite annoying, always forcing me to eat."

I really don't know how I ever put up with it.

He was noncommittal and led me out the door.

Because there are always many people who want to see the Prophet, in order to avoid causing riots, we used magic to hide our bodies.

Tianyi City at the foot of the mountain is actually holding a temple fair again.

I figured out that the temple fair will only be held at the beginning of autumn every year, and now August has already passed, which can be described as a double success.

San replied: "The temple fair is held again to celebrate the death of the magic baby who was lucky enough to survive that year."

I scratched my head and said, "They don't even know who the devil baby is, so what are they celebrating? Didn't the Wuyun sect block the news very well?"

"I passed it on. As long as you add the word prophecy, they will believe it." Standing behind me, San casually reached out and played with the hair behind my ear, "These mortals can only live for a hundred years. For a moment, there is no difference between the previous few years and the next few years, but you are so superstitious about the things that will happen in the future, don't you think it's funny?"

I thought about it, and said, "Compared to what happened in the future, I want to know what happened in the past, why did I lose my memory? Could it have something to do with that Jingnian? Do you know anything?"

He stopped suddenly, looked up at me, and said expressionlessly: "You just lost part of your memory now, you're just so curious, your memory was completely erased 78 times before, why didn't you care about the forgotten me at all?" ?”

I instinctively sensed the danger and was about to evacuate, but he had already stepped forward, cornered me, pinched my chin with his fingers, forced me to look directly into his eyes, and asked, "Or should I completely delete your Memory data?"

I didn't dare to blink at all, I just felt that the three in front of me had torn off the so-called good man's disguise, revealing the real dark face, which was frightening.

He maintained the posture of holding me hostage, thought quietly for a few minutes, and finally gave up, muttering: "Xiaojiu is a robot now, without self-awareness, if the memory is completely deleted, other data will also be damaged. Into a piece of metal that won't open its eyes..."

He didn't continue talking, but leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Forget it, I'm very satisfied now."

The touch of the lips was cold and soft, San adjusted his mood a little, and regained his gentle expression, let go of me, pointed at the temple door and said: "The Nuo drama is about to start, Xiaojiu, go in and have a look, maybe it will be tonight There's a new show."

Seeing that I was still shrinking my neck and still not recovering from the state of shock, he sighed, helped me erase the red marks on my chin, and admitted my mistake softly: "I'm sorry, Xiaojiu, I was so excited that I forgot that you had already Pain is back, does it hurt?"

I shook my head, a little at a loss, what he said just now was tantamount to admitting that my amnesia was caused by him, obviously I was the one being manipulated like a puppet, but he looked sadder than anyone else, with reddened eyes, I was about to cry, like a child whose wish had failed, so I subconsciously gave him a hug, took his little finger, and walked into the temple.

The rare initiative made San's eyes light up for a moment, and then he held my palm back.

"I won't let Xiaojiu hurt anymore."

Nuo opera has indeed begun, but it is not a new repertoire.

In my eyes, the sense of sight is still very strong.

After a group of people who were still acting as the disciples of Jigen Peak danced together, the female dancer who played Xuan Ning took off her mask and began to stage a tense chase scene.

The difference is that this time, the female dancers being chased did not take out the little scarecrow representing the magic baby from their clothes, because everyone held a burning little scarecrow in their hands, and they formed a circle and passed fire to each other , to share the joy of ignorance.

It seems that everyone is a righteous man who punishes evil.

I was not interested in watching, and my attention was attracted by the small exorcism bells on their bodies, but I found that there were too many people today, and the bells had already been distributed, so I had to come back tomorrow.

He was about to leave in disappointment, but the sound of playing the zither rang in his ears. The bells are also musical instruments, and they rang one after another.

First one, then two, then three, and finally, the bells on everyone's wrists resonated.

Even the big chime bell in front of the Buddha statue is no exception.

Since San and I did not unlock the invisibility spell, in the eyes of others, the sudden ringing of the bell was particularly solemn.

The vulgar and noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, their eyes pious, as if they were waiting for an oracle.

The bells flew up in suspension, gathered together, passed through the torch, and the silver surface was plated with a layer of bright gold, which was more dazzling than the full moon tonight.

It has been raining for the past few days, and the straw has been a little damp, so the flames were a little sluggish, but driven by the exorcism bell, they left the torches they were relying on one after another, flowing and dancing in the void, like a dragon playing with pearls, and everyone who saw it was amazed .

The fire dragon danced higher and higher, then turned sharply down, surrounded me, formed a ring with its tail in its tail, lightly touched a piece of dragon scale, the fire dragon suddenly became brighter again, and a gorgeous cloud of rain exploded above my head.

In this very different world of cultivating immortals, I actually saw a product similar to modern civilization: fireworks.

The blooming fragments are a little hot on the skin, but not burning, everything is so appropriate.

Like the subtle atmosphere of the night.

I turned my head and looked at the instigator of the fireworks.

San also looked at me and said softly, "Xiaojiu, as I said, there will be a new show tonight, and it's something you've never seen before."

Yes, this sudden performance was completely unexpected and did not strike me as familiar.

It was a complete surprise.

I mumbled, "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me."

"Then...then you don't have to be so kind to me, I don't know how to repay you."

"They're all Taoist couples, so why talk about repayment?" He was a bit ironic, paused, and then said seriously, "However, if Xiaojiu insists on repaying, there is a way."

"What kind of connection?" I looked puzzled, but seeing his eyes becoming more and more ambiguous, I suddenly understood, and my face flushed.

I have forgotten that there is no difference between a Taoist couple and a husband and wife, they also have to do the things of husband and wife.

He watched my complexion keep changing, and seemed to find it interesting, so he didn't say any more, and walked back to Wuyun Sect at a pleasant pace.

And I was uneasy in my heart, and I took every step ten times, until the bath was over, I still felt that my heartbeat was amazingly fast.

I don't remember anything, I shouldn't get close to people so hastily, even if he claims to have become a Taoist partner with me.

But the performance at the temple just now is still vivid in my memory, when the light of the fireworks falls on those glazed eyes, it is very charming.

I felt in a trance that he seemed to be not that annoying.

Even gracious.

Or let's talk about it.

I clutched my collar tightly, and pushed open the door with a feeling of death, only to see Sanyi standing in front of the table intact, lighting incense for me.

Like a gentleman, without any charming thoughts.

"you--"

All the words I had prepared got stuck in my throat.

"What's wrong with me?"

"It's okay... I thought you would stay overnight..."

He chuckled. "I've said it before, I won't make Xiaojiu feel pain anymore, so I won't be so impatient until I return to reality and delete the pain program for you."

He reached out to hold my wrist and smoothed the wrinkled skirt for me. "Let's rest earlier, when the day of marriage comes, you can't keep dark circles under your eyes."

I responded in a panic, and quickly hid in the laid quilt, covering my face with the quilt. "Got it, you too."

He patted my cheek, turned off the lights, and went out the door.

The room was full of incense and warm, but it couldn't cover the cold fragrance left by him.

That strange sense of familiarity came up again.

But I didn't feel uneasy. Instead, I felt relieved from the exhaustion of the day, and I closed my eyes unconsciously.

The robot's sleep is timed, so I should open my eyes on time at dawn.

But it doesn't.

When I realized that I woke up, my first reaction was that my whole body seemed to be crushed by something, and I couldn't even open my eyelids. The second reaction was that it was still dark and there was no light coming in from the room.

I thought it was a malfunction, and was about to check it out, but felt a hand touching the shoulder where the quilt was exposed.

I thought it was three.

Then he muttered, "Why don't you keep your words?"

The other party didn't respond, and I said again, "Just now I said that I should have a good rest before getting married."

The hand on the shoulder tightened suddenly.

I just realized that his palms were very wet, with the salty smell of the sea, and a leaf fell lightly on my face.

I can't see it, but I just think it's red.

It was as red as the man's bloody coat.

It's Jingnian!

Sure enough, he really followed me!

Is there any enmity between us that made him come to revenge in the middle of the night?

What will he do?kill me?

It was the first time for me to feel the ghost press, and the strings in my brain tensed up. The owner of the hand felt my tension, but he didn't stop his hand. Instead, his fingertips penetrated into my neckline.

I trembled: "No!"

After saying that, he actually withdrew his hand.

Is this ghost so obedient?

He just relaxed a little, and there was a crisp slap sound next to his ears, and the place under his waist where the most soft flesh was the most was hot.