Night Talk Hundred Stories

The night was dark, and a waning moon hung in the sky coldly, accompanied by three or two remnant stars casting a little cold light.

Under the moonlight, a young girl in light purple clothes walked slowly along the forest path. Her steps were very stiff, and she raised her hands and feet like a puppet controlled by someone.

Behind the man was an old woman in a red robe. The old woman had a kind face and a slight smile on her lips, but she was a little weird when she was illuminated by the cold moonlight.

The old woman casually looked at the surrounding environment, seemed to be very satisfied with the tranquility of the mountain forest, smiled, and said: "Okay, let's go here." With an indescribable disgust in my heart.

The girl stopped as she said, and stood quietly on the spot. The old woman stepped forward, stretched out her hand and stroked her cheek slowly, as if she was looking at a fine handicraft. He took out an exquisitely crafted porcelain bottle and said, "Look, this is the best rouge, it will be even more beautiful after applying it."

The girl's eyes were dull, as if she hadn't heard it, but she stretched out her hand to pick up the porcelain bottle, poured some bright red powder in the bottle into the palm of her hand, and then slowly applied it on her face.

Seeing this, the old woman smiled even more happily, and clapped her hands like a child: "Excellent! Excellent!"

After a while, the girl's stiff mask-like expression suddenly cracked. She quickly widened her eyes in pain, and tore her face with both hands, as if she wanted to tear it off. The old woman covered her mouth lightly. With a laugh, he stretched out his hand and tapped in front of the girl. The girl's skin was actually pulled off by him, leaving only her bloody head shaking from side to side in pain. How could there be any trace of beauty?

In this way, within half a cup of tea time, the girl tore off her entire face, and the old woman immediately took it over, looked at it carefully, and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, it was pulled very well."

These words were like a curse, the girl who was still struggling in pain immediately relaxed when she heard the words, she lost her breath almost instantly, and fell limply on the ground, only the remaining blood flowed slowly, staining a large area of ​​land red .

The old woman frowned, "It's really troublesome." As she said that, she covered her face with the mask in her hands, a red light flashed, and the mask stuck tightly to the old woman's face as if it was born, and she smiled again Touching his own cheek, he straightened his stooped body, clearly a young girl, charming and charming.

She glanced at the corpse on the ground in distaste, covered her mouth with her hands and let out a trombone, the sound continued, and then saw a jackal jumping out of the dense forest, jumping straight to the female corpse, lowering its head and eating the corpse clean.

A few night owls gave a strange cry and flew away with fluttering wings.

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It was a sunny day, and the clothes that the two of them ordered a few days ago were also delivered to the door. Qinghe couldn't wait to change into new clothes, touched the fabric on his body, and found it novel and fun, Hei Yao changed his clothes, and came over again He straightened his clothes and said, "It's very nice."

Qing He smiled when he heard the words: "Really?"

Hei Yao nodded seriously, and took a matching moon-white headband to tie up Qinghe's blue hair. The young man's hair was so soft and smooth, Hei Yao felt that the blue hair was flowing down his hands like running water, and for a moment his thoughts were faint. As soon as she moved, she bent down and gently kissed the black silk.

Qinghe was also so close to him in the past, so he didn't feel that there was anything wrong. After Hei Yao tied up his hair for him, he turned around, put his arm around Hei Yao's neck, rubbed against his cheek, and smiled. Said: "Hei Yao's craftsmanship is really good."

Hei Yao smiled and said: "I just pulled your hair, you can do it if you agree."

After saying that, he tied another piece of jade pendant around Qing He's waist. This jade pendant was a gift from the scholar Gu Jue. Hei Yao used his spiritual power to nourish him for several days, and now he put it beside Qing He.

The two laughed and laughed for a while before packing up and going out.

Since the matter of Baili had come to an end, the two of them had no more attachments in this city, so they planned to go to the next town, but this Liquan City is located in the southwest, and the mountains are rugged, so it is not an easy place to travel. People are in a playful state of mind, so they walk more slowly. When the moonlight first came up, they had just entered the forest outside the city.

There was a dilapidated ruined temple in the forest, luckily it was still clean and tidy, so Hei Yao went to find some hay to lay it on, and the two planned to spend the night here.

Qinghe lit the fire and was playing with the sparks with a branch when he suddenly raised his head and said to Hei Yao: "Someone is here."

Hei Yao nodded, "No problem."

Qinghe lowered his head to play with the fire again, and Hei Yao told him from behind: "Fire the clothes carefully."

Hearing this, Qinghe's eyes flashed, and he tentatively sent the hem of his clothes to the fire, only to hear a soft "呲", and the moon-white clothes were burnt off a little.

Hei Yao was angry and funny, walked over and sat down next to Qing He, hugged him in his arms and said, "I told you not to burn your clothes, why do you send them to burn yourself?"

"How did I know it would burn so fast..." Qing He retorted guiltyly, because the fire was caused by mortal flint, and it was nothing to fear for him, so he thought of playing with it for fun.

Hei Yao made a gesture to hit him, but he couldn't bear it, so he flicked lightly on his forehead, then cast a spell to patch up the burned corner of his clothes, threatening him: "If you burn a little more, you will be killed." eat."

But Qinghe felt that there was a doting look between his brows and eyes, and he was so gentle that water dripped out. He was about to speak, but he heard someone knock on the broken door, and said in a gentle voice: "Excuse me, the next group came here on their way to borrow a place. "

The two looked up, and saw a young man in his early 20s. He was dressed in strong clothes and looked capable and powerful. There was a red and black belt tied on his right arm, which could vaguely be seen to be embroidered with a cloud pattern.

Hei Yao said: "Brother, please go ahead."

The person who came smiled and said: "Thank you." He turned his head and greeted again, seven or eight people came over at once, all dressed in the same way, and they bowed their hands to Hei Yaoqing and the two, and then went to rest.

Seeing several people carrying a large box with the seal of "Weiyuan Escort Bureau" into the temple, Qing He asked curiously, "Are you also Escort Masters?"

The young man who came to talk earlier nodded: "We are from the Weiyuan Security Bureau, let's go to Zuoheng." As soon as he finished speaking, a petite person jumped up beside him and said, "I am Ruyi." The voice said Crisp, clearly a woman.

Qing He stared at her with wide eyes, and asked in surprise, "Are you a female escort?"

Ruyi slightly raised her head, her words were full of color: "That is, I am the number one female bodyguard in our bodyguard agency!"

Qinghe was even more surprised, and exclaimed: "You are amazing!"

Seeing that young man's pure gaze, Ruyi's face flushed a little, she waved her hand and said, "It's nothing... by the way, what's your name?"

Qing He said: "My name is Qing He, and his name is Hei Yao."

Ruyi nodded, and said again: "Are you traveling together?"

Qing He remembered Hei Yao's advice earlier, and shook his head, "No, he is my elder brother."

"Brother?" Ruyi was a little surprised, "You really don't look alike." Zuo Heng on the side gave her a hand. There are many cases of half-mothers in rich families, so it's not surprising that brothers don't look alike.

As soon as Ruyi was reminded by him, she also realized her impoliteness, and immediately said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I want to say that although you and your brother don't look very similar, they are both equally good-looking!"

Qinghe frowned: "Thank you."

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