After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

"Master Host..."

The system pulled out "On How to Persuade Rebellious Hosts to Follow the Plot 100 Ways".

He is sharp and sharp, with deep black eyes under his thin eyelids, revealing an unfathomable inscrutability, "I have thousands of ways to blacken the protagonist, and she doesn't need to pay for it with her life."

In the rain of purple flowers, the tear-stained face burst into a smile, and the water in the eyes was gleaming, and Shen Yi's determination also grew in it, like a pampas grass by the water, soft yet tough.

"So in this life, the disciple wants to live for himself once."

He remembered that day when the teenagers were flying kites, the girl tugged at the cane in her hand, and looked back at him, the green ribbon on the tip of her hair fluttering in the wind, her face was bright and beautiful: "Fifth Master Uncle, you are also looking for yourself again!" Live once, okay?"

The softness and tenacity fell in his eyes, he licked his thin lips with clear lines, and covered his face again with the mask: "Let her live whatever life she wants."

Changshu should not be a dismal kite tied by the setting of the plot, she should become a bright and beautiful swan who breaks through the shackles of the setting.

"She'll be fine."

He seemed to have made another fortune for her.

"Master Host, if the plot line is messed up, I'm afraid you will be the one who will suffer the most."

The system felt that it could still be rescued, so it went to catch his "weakness".

Every time I use this trick, I get tired of it.

Su Wan sneered secretly, her gaze deepened, "I remember that the task condition in the contract is to meet the protagonist alive, and let the protagonist slap him to death in the finale,"

His thoughtful eyes shone shrewdly: "Looking at it this way, it has nothing to do with me whether the original plot collapses or not, as long as I can die in the hands of the protagonist in the ending."

Was, was discovered.

The system was anxious: "Master Host, if this is the case, wouldn't this book be equivalent to a major revision?"

"What are you afraid of?"

His tone was slightly raised, capturing the unusualness of it, "Oh, no wonder you insisted on me maintaining the plot of the original book, so you will be punished if the plot is greatly changed, isn't it?"

"This, this..."

To the point, it stuttered.

Its host, however, laughed unscrupulously, with a threatening tone in his tone: "Let me guess, at that time, will you become a pile of discarded garbage, or will you become a pile of broken copper and iron, or you will directly Deleted and incinerated, leaving no traces?"

They were originally one body, but the system felt that at this moment, its lifeline was being squeezed tightly, and it was impossible to move. The end seems to be near at hand.

It was originally a punishment system in charge of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. Its characteristic is to summon ghosts and ghosts to hunt down and kill the hosts who failed the mission, making them die and resurrect continuously, and forever trapped in the fear of being hunted down.

Until it suddenly received a non-punishment mission, in order to adapt to the setting of the original book, its characteristic became a summoned beast. This is also the first time it encountered a host whose difficulty coefficient was raised just after the mission started.

Fortunately, it naively thought that this guy had suffered a lot at the beginning, so he should know how to restrain himself, so he thought of treating him a little softer, giving him a little sweetness, so that he can let his guard down, and this person can obediently be used by him.

How could it have ended before it even started.

That's right, its host is an evil spirit that can crawl out of hell even if it dies, and it will never be easily controlled by others.

"Things that are not even human, still want to plot against me? Remember, I am the master of this body. If I let you stay in it temporarily, you have to recognize your identity."

His eyes were dark, and his delicate and handsome features were distorted for a moment, his tone was contemptuous, and the ending sound was powerful, like a beast waiting to go out in the dark.

"Su, what the host said is true."

It was obviously the source of the parasite, but it was overwhelmed by his aura, and turned into an ant that depended on him for survival. The system was devastated and hurriedly went offline.

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There were no less people putting up lanterns by the lake than those in the south of the city, so some peddlers set up square tables and placed all kinds of praying lamps and pens and inks. After a while, the stalls were crowded with people who bought praying lamps.

Changshu picked up two flower lanterns in the shape of hansu, and was about to pass one to Uncle Fifth, when the silver bell at her waist suddenly swayed, causing her to turn pale in shock, and looked around: "Master!"

The bell tower on West Street in the city is grand and open, resplendent and resplendent. The top of the mountain with double eaves is covered with red gold glazed tiles, shining brightly in the lights, and even the curled clothes are stained. The plain robes look like pale pear blossoms, and their bodies are like jade trees. Qiongzhi, if a light cloud floats from the hazy mountain shadow, it seems that a gentle breeze can easily blow it away.

"Oh, I got caught."

With a smile, Su Wan caught the pink and white stalks that fell from her hand, looked towards the direction of the clock tower, and said through a voice transmission, "Brother, you stand too high, you won't be able to appreciate the prosperity of this world."

He hid his smiling face behind the ferocious mandrill-headed mask, lowered his eyes lazily, and said casually, "You should take a look at this world."

After he finished speaking, he took the awl and wrote a few words on the prayer lamp, bent down and pushed the lamp, and the lamp slowly drifted away with the waves of the water.

"Changshu, it's time to go back."

The voice was majestic and unshakable, Xu Qingyi's eyes paused for a second on the river lantern, swept across the tall figure on the side, and finally fell on the young man rushing in the crowd.

He is extremely fast, passing by people coming and going, but he does not surprise the passers-by. Sometimes he even jumps over the heads of the people, jumps high on the roof tiles, and flies over the walls. He is so flexible that he is not like an ordinary person. Under the dark afterimage.

A kite turned over, and he jumped lightly under the jacaranda tree, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to see the person wearing the ghost mask with a mandrill head.

The boy's originally expressionless face was somewhat indifferent, a gap was opened, and softness overflowed from the crack: "Master."

"It came just fine."

Su Wan handed him a square prayer lamp.

"This is?"

He was puzzled.

"It's used for praying. If you have any thoughts or wishes, just write it on it, and then put it in the water."

Lu Yao looked at the lights on the lake, and asked earnestly, "Can you make your wish come true?"

"No."

His master answered in the affirmative.

Lu Yao was even more puzzled: "Then why do you want to pray?"

"For a thought."

Think about it, what is that?

Lu Yao scratched his ears, watching others pick up pens and write down their thoughts on the paper lamp, he imitated their appearance, and when he was about to write on the lamp, he suddenly remembered: "Master, I can't write!" .”

By the way, this tiger doesn't even know how to understand the world, let alone how to read and write.

"What do you want to write?"

Su Wan asked him.

"Master, write whatever you want."

His thick eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were bright and transparent, as if they were embedded with two glass beads.

"I've made a wish." Anticipating that he would do this, Su Wan pushed the lamp to him, "What about you? You don't have anything you want?"

Lu Yao pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up with a bright light, and he said sincerely: "Master, can you... teach me to write your name?"

"my name?"

Hearing this, he frowned slightly, and after seeing Lu Yao's expectant face through the mask, he frowned softly.

"Row."

He leaned over to hold his right hand holding the pen, and held up the square lamp with his left hand. He dipped one-third of the nib into the ink, scraped off the remaining ink on the edge of the inkstone, and sharpened the edge of the pen. The thin and straight fonts immediately appear on the paper.

The young man carefully memorized the strokes in his heart, and counted the handwriting: "Master's name is a bit long."

Then he heard the man chuckle in his ear, which made his ears tickle, and he couldn't help but move.

"Master, it happens to be the Zhu Ming Lantern Festival tonight, so please put a lantern on."

Changshu returned to Xu Qingyi's side early, and brought back two lanterns by the way.

Xu Qingyi turned a deaf ear to it, staring at the figure by the lake, with an unconcealable suspicion in his eyes: A person without spiritual roots, even with outstanding physique, is absolutely impossible to be as fast as lightning and as swift as a falcon just now.

And no matter how bad his disciples were, they all cultivated to the state of consecration, and they were all defeated by a person with no spiritual body and spiritual roots that day. No matter how you think about it, it is wrong.

It seems that the apprentices this person has accepted are probably not as simple as they appear on the surface.

When the roar sounded, colorful sparks suddenly bloomed in the blue night sky, and then died gorgeously and fearlessly from the eye sockets of countless people.

The fireworks are busy lighting up the sky, and the people in the whole city are even more excited, with laughter and laughter all over the world.

There was a burst of gongs and drums in front of the sky, and firecrackers blared, and a man in a red wedding dress sat on horseback and led a welcoming team across the stone arch bridge.

Seeing that there was a wedding, the children ran around the team, wanting to be happy, the groom smiled from ear to ear, grabbed a handful of wedding candy and threw it out, causing the surrounding people to congratulate and fight Rob.

Changshu was attracted by the lively scene, and looked there with great interest, so she stretched her neck vigorously, wanting to see the bride in the sedan chair.

Xu Qingyi knew that she was playful, and was about to give her advice, when the exclamation by the arch bridge was mixed with the sound of fireworks and explosions, and at the same time, he sensed a ghostly aura.

"Master! It seems that something happened over there!"

Changshu also noticed the clue. The wedding party by the bridge stagnated for some reason. The people who were watching were crowded and collapsed together. As soon as they got up, they ran around in panic, shouting something, and the eight people carried The sedan chair was tilted, and the bride crawled out in embarrassment, with the same expression of shock on her face.

After the roar of the fireworks subsided, the screams at the arch bridge finally became clear: "It's not good! The groom has been robbed!"

At this moment, the gathering spirit sac in the sleeve flew out by itself, emitting a soft fluorescent light.

Su Wan dragged it off and put it in the skirt of his clothes, looking at the chaotic wedding party, "Did you see it? Ah Yao."

Lu Yao gently put the river lantern into the water, nodded to him, "I see, it's a ghost."

The moment the team got off the bridge, a blood-red shadow appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the bridegroom officer on horseback and slipping away. The wind and clouds swept through the road, and the whole West Street people turned their backs on their backs and howled everywhere.

Of course, for Su Wan, this is not the point, the point is - it carries Mo Qiuzhe's soul energy.

"Stay still."

He asked Lu Yao to stay where he was, while he chased after the traces. In the corner of his vision, Bai Ying jumped down from the bell tower and flew forward at a very fast speed.