forced to fall in love

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Lingxi and the colorful shadow puppet woman on the ticket looked at each other, and they could clearly tell that the other party was a dead thing, but the more they looked, the more they felt something was wrong.

She came to her mouth, wanting to reply to Xie Xisui, but she didn't say it until quietly driven by the sword intent, because the whole body was soaked, the underwear that was tightly attached to the body slowly became dry, and inexplicably floated in front of her eyes. A layer of mist blocked her sight, and she shook her head thoughtfully, "Master, I don't want to go. But, it seems that I have to go again."

Xie Xisui's pen stained with black ink hovered for a moment, but soon followed the trend, with elegant strokes, "What's wrong."

Lingxi turned the theater ticket over, and the glyphs appeared on the bright red bottom, which was consistent with what Lingxi saw just passing by.

"Because it says, 'Want to know about the dark mask'."

The dark mask was the one who controlled Qin Tang with silver needles last night and wanted to kill them.

The slender and eerie handwriting in sandalwood occupies the entire back of the ticket, against the bright red, it is particularly eye-catching.

Lingxi paused and continued: "Master also said that she has a rotten aura on her body, but now she sent this movie ticket and left a sentence. There are too many strange things."

Lingxi held the corner of the theater ticket, thinking about it, then looked at the smiling shadow puppet woman.

"It's like she..."

There seems to be a gust of wind approaching the sea of ​​consciousness from far to near, carrying the fragrance of Ahanya.

"Her target is you."

"When you first met at the inn, she showed you as a storyteller that she knew about you."

"Pretending to be me is also to get your attention."

The sound of the wind seems to have entered a trough, rustling past, rolling up the fine gravel at the bottom of the valley, and the gravel is blown up by the wind, rubbing against Lingxi's slightly frowning brows.

"Master, I don't understand."

Lingxi couldn't think of a reason for Ruan Xuan to get her attention.

The sound of the wind in my ear was endless, indistinct, but it carried Xie Xisui's voice far away, as if there was an echo faintly.

"You were injured last night, only you can perceive my sword intent."

"She didn't take advantage of the chaos to kill you, but instead invited you to take a medicinal bath."

"Maybe it's a temptation, maybe it's for you."

The aroma of A Hanya became more and more intense, making the tip of her nose a little itchy.

The wind around you suddenly wraps around Lingxi's slightly curved fingertips, rolling up layers of vortexes, and the coolness flows in, sticking to the fingertips.

"So, she knew that I was wary of her and would not accept her invitation easily, so she used the dark mask to force me to go."

The theater ticket in Lingxi's hand was rolled up by the vortex wrapped around his fingertips, hovering in the air flickeringly.

After a long while, there seemed to be the fragrance of ahan buds gently rubbing against Lingxi's earlobe and said: "Be careful."

Almost subconsciously, the fingertips of the consonant retracted slightly. This feeling is very strange. Even though Xie Xisui's appearance and figure cannot be touched, her heart is still disturbed by her voice from the distant sea of ​​knowledge.

"Yes."

Suddenly there was the sound of stumbling footsteps outside the door, "Senior Sister? Are you there?"

When opening the door, Lingxi saw from the corner of her eye that the vortex on her fingertips was slowly dissipating, and even the voice in the sword intent disappeared.

"You are awake."

Outside the door, Tong Ningyun was holding Qin Tang by his arm. Both of them had just woken up, neither of them had any blood color, and their eyes only condensed light at the moment they saw a consonance.

"Sister!"

"Senior Sister, are you okay? We didn't see you when we woke up and thought..."

"It's okay, how are you?" Lingxi let them in.

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister made you hurt again to save us."

Qin Tang stood where he was, a little ashamed.

"Senior sister, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have made a fuss about going to the town for a stroll, otherwise I wouldn't have met him..."

Perhaps because of narrow escape, Tong Ningyun's eyes turned red when she recalled what happened before, and her voice trembled.

"No, Senior Sister blames me. It's all because I don't work hard and I'm not good at fairy art, so that person has an opportunity to take advantage of!"

The two suddenly argued about right and wrong, Lingxi watched them for a long time before putting down the teacup in his hand.

"Sit down first, don't just wake up, and fainted from exhaustion."

Turning the teapot slightly, it has floated lightly by itself, and the spout is tilted to pour tea for them.

"I don't blame you for what happened before, maybe we were already targeted by him when we entered Pingzhou Town."

"Ah! Sister, you mean he wanted to kill us a long time ago?" Tong Ningyun opened her eyes wide.

"Well, we kept a low profile all the way, didn't make any noise, and didn't wear Yaoguang faction tokens, but he took every Yaoguang faction one by one."

Qin Tang frowned and said, "Could it be an enemy of the sect? Or..."

The two glanced at each other, and blurted out at the same time after a few breaths: "Monster?!"

The fragrance of tea overflowed, but it wasn't A Hanya who was used to Lingxi. She paused for a short while and then looked away, "I don't know."

"But Senior Sister, if it's a monster, then for a monster like him, we would definitely be able to detect the devilish energy in him, but there was nothing unusual about it at the time."

"...Could it be because the dark mask he wears hides the devilish energy?" Tong Ningyun continued to speculate.

"Perhaps he is good at hiding demon energy." Lingxi paused, "Tell me the general situation at that time first."

"Okay, after listening to the story, I said I wanted to go to the town for a stroll. I thought you had gone back to your room to rest, so I didn't call you. Qin Tang didn't worry about me, so he walked with me through the alley on the corner of the street. At that time, we suddenly heard someone calling for help, so we rushed in without thinking, but..."

Tong Ningyun's complexion changed, Qin Tang sighed, and continued: "As a result, we seemed to have entered a barrier barrier, the man appeared wearing a mask, and the surrounding area was inexplicably thick fog, we fought and retreated, but in the end Still failed to defeat him, and later lost consciousness and fell into a coma."

"Later, when I opened my eyes and saw you, Senior Sister, I had no feeling in my limbs and I couldn't control myself."

Lingxi nodded thoughtfully, "Well, I see."

"Sister..."

Tong Ningyun wanted to say something else.

Lingxi raised her eyes to look at her, "Well, you just woke up, take a good rest first."

Qin Tang said seriously: "Senior sister, are you really alright?"

"Well, just adjust the breath."

Qin Tang nodded heavily, stood up as if he had made some decision, and pulled Tong Ningyun back to rest.

At first Tong Ningyun was reluctant, until she was dragged to the corner of the corridor outside the door, Qin Tang said to her in a low voice: "Don't disturb the senior sister's rest, we can't drag the senior sister back like this, we have to work hard to recover, in order to help the senior sister .”

Tong Ningyun followed his example and nodded. After the two left, Lingxi closed her eyes again and sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

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At nightfall the next day, the number of people who came to the inn was not as many as those who had heard about the book before. In the middle of the lobby, there was a large layer of white paper, and there were only two bright candles behind the white paper. There is no light, and people's faces cannot be seen clearly at a distance.

Lingxi was about to choose a corner on one side, but as soon as he stepped into the seat, there was a little boy in front of him bending over with a lantern.

"Guest officer, I need to see your movie ticket."

Lingxi glanced at him and handed him the theater ticket.

Even children were recruited to help Ruan Xuan check tickets?

The little boy took it with both hands, and laughed: "Ah, it's a distinguished guest, please come here, sister Ruan has already reserved a seat for you."

"Does she know I'm coming?"

"The villain doesn't know, it's just that sister Ruan said earlier that she invited a distinguished guest to join her, so the villain must treat her well."

The little boy is leading the way for Lingxi, but within a few steps, he has arrived at the guest seat in the middle of the white paper.

"It's here, honored guest, please sit down first, and the villain will serve you tea."

The boy smiled and narrowed his eyes into a slit, the half-opened slit absorbing most of the light. After Lingxi sat down, he stuck the bamboo handle of the lantern between his thumb and index finger, bowed his hands respectfully, and then slowly backed away.

At a young age, he is quite particular.

After waiting for a while, after some people sat around one after another, someone inside the lobby slammed the gong, and the clear and crisp sound of the gong instantly aroused the enthusiasm for watching the show, with intermittent applause.

There was no extra introduction, and no one even spoke, and the shadow puppetry began when the gong sounded.

White paper was used as a curtain, and soon several strangely shaped trees appeared on the paper, tall, thick and straight, occupying one end of the curtain.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of gongs and drums, a shadow puppet of a woman in red appeared in the middle of the curtain.

Suddenly, Ruan Xuan babbled and sang in a Daoist accent, "Pingping is in a red dress, with a white belt and hair tied with an emerald hairpin."

The shadow puppet in red was in her hand, and she turned around deftly. The next moment, another woman in red appeared behind her. The difference was that even her hair band was also red, and she was wearing a butterfly hairpin.

The two of them were walking together hand in hand, admiring the flowers and visiting the mountains, but when they got close to the strange tree, there was a sudden thunder and lightning, and the howling wind swept away the woman with the red hairpin.

"How do you know that the strong wind is caused by monsters?"

It was clearly just singing, but Lingxi could actually hear a bit of sadness in her voice, mixed with hatred.

In a moment, Suona and bangu sounded together, and the shadows on the curtain changed, and a man appeared.

Lingxi narrowed his eyes slightly, focusing on the conspicuous dark mask on the man's shadow puppet.

"He wears a dark mask, so he can't tell what he looks like, but the little girl remembers his mask!"

"I want him to exchange my sister, but this thief is so wicked that he wants to use my sister's heart to make alchemy!"

The sound of drums and gongs and Suona became faster and faster, and the two shadow puppets fought together, but soon the woman in red was defeated, and the man sent someone to arrest her.

Then she dodged to avoid the man's eyeliner, hid in the dark and wanted to wait for the opportunity to save people, but she came a step too late, and only saw the living dead lying on the stone slab, with three souls and seven souls, only one soul and one soul remained.

The already hoarse voice, the painful murmur, seemed to be a long-lasting mournful cry.

After a scene ended, the little boy who had led the way for Lingxi came up with a gong and knocked again, loudly saying, "The Red Shirt is over!"

Lingxi heard someone behind him scolding the man in the dark mask in a low voice, and someone complained that they bought the wrong ticket and wasted their money to watch a farce without beginning and end.

Lingxi sat without moving, his fingertips seemed to pass across the cup, and circled around, his eyelids were lowered.

"I knew you would come. How is my shadow play?" Ruan Xuan approached with a smile.

Lingxi looked up at her without speaking, the candlelight behind her was printed on the end of her red eyes through the paper.

Someone came up to see what this woman who could be both a storyteller and a shadow puppet show was like, but Ruan Xuan smiled and beckoned the little boy away soon.

The lobby, which was bustling just a moment ago, suddenly had only a few people left.

Seeing that Lingxi didn't speak, Ruan Xuan simply sat beside Lingxi with her hands spread out, "Why, my acting is so wonderful that you are speechless?"

Lingxi pushed open the lid of the cup, misty hot air slowly released, noncommittal said: "What is your plan?"

Ruan Xuan looked at her and laughed, "Ah, smart people, what I love the most is talking to smart people, it saves trouble."

The words were about to fall, Ruan Xuan suddenly leaned over to Lingxi, and continued: "I plan, you help me save my sister, and I will tell you everything about the dark mask."

Lingxi looked at her calmly, with sharp blades in his light brown pupils, "Why should I help you? You used your sister's remaining soul and shadow puppet to preserve the rotten aura on your body, right?"

"I can go find the trace of the dark mask, but you can bear the soul of your sister, and she will be trapped in it forever and never come out."

Lingxi's voice was calm, with no ups and downs in her voice. After the end, she saw that the smile on Ruan Xuan's lips was a little stiff, but the stiffness was fleeting, and it quietly returned to her beautiful smile.

In the inn, there was suddenly a deafening drum sound, Ruan Xuan lowered her head and pressed against Lingxi's ear, and said with a smile:

"Then if I say, this is also about your master, will you help or not?"

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