On how the cannon fodder attack is counterattacked by the protagonist

The large carved mahogany bed was full of elegance and dignity, and the dark red bed curtain fluttered in the wind, revealing a slender white hand.

The ambiguous/ambiguous smell floats in the air, and the low panting/breathing after the aftertaste is like the deadliest temptation/temptation.

Duan Hongzhi pressed his fist against his lips and coughed lightly, this kid made him want to find someone to vent his anger on.

"Get out." An indifferent voice came from inside the gauze tent, cold and undisturbed.

With a raised brow, the unruly Mozun Lianhong was upset: "I said you are so unkind, why don't you share your beauty with your brothers."

As he spoke, he turned his palms into claws, and quickly grabbed the floating veil, but a hand that was faster than him flashed out like lightning, and grabbed his wrist, unable to move.

"Demon Venerable Calcined Hong forgot you and I are just a cooperative relationship." The clear and noble voice pierced through the gauze, and a figure slowly emerged.

A man in a bright red dress came out of the gauze tent, with raised eyes, a high nose bridge, thin red lips, and the most striking thing was the pair of red golden eyes.

So beautiful and so abstinent, unattainable.

Duan Hongzhi withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and turned slightly to try to bypass the man who was as tall as him to see the scene behind him.

The other party was very calm and let him look at him, which made Duan Hongzhi puzzled - obviously there was no one else on the bed.

"Ah, it turns out that you are self-sufficient, Brother Zhong." Duan Hongzhi understood, showing an ambiguous smile of "I understand, I understand".

Zhong Wu didn't bother to talk to him, and said directly: "Why did you come to me?"

"Hey, since the two of us are now in the stage of cooperation, then my alliance must be towards you." In business matters, the inconspicuous Mozun has always been unambiguous.

"Speak directly." The man sitting on the soft chair with one hand propped his cheek said calmly, there was still unfinished love in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Duan Hongzhi sat down beside him, rubbed his nose and said, "Isn't this my brother, you have been squeezed out by those bad old men of the Demon Dao recently, I, as a brother, can't see it!"

With a cold glance, the lord Mozun with a hippie smile didn't dare to beat around the bush, and directly threw out an invitation card: "I believe you have this thing too."

It's that kind of Lao Shizi's engagement order.

"In my opinion, it's probably a Hongmen Banquet, so it's fine if you don't go." Duan Hongzhi poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, "But if you don't go, it will definitely be arranged by those people, so..."

After a pause, Mozun, who was holding the teacup, glanced at the handsome "good brother", but the other party didn't even look at him, as if "you want to talk or not".

"Okay, okay, my suggestion is that you find a proper reason not to go, and don't be stubborn with those old things."

"I know." The handsome and unparalleled man replied, "I have something to do during this time."

"What's the matter?" Duan Hongzhi was suddenly curious. This guy has not put his mind on anything other than cultivation these years.

"Evil monsters appeared in the small village near Baihe Town. I heard from my subordinates that there are people acting in the name of our demon sect. How can I, the demon master, not go and see?" He chuckled, but Duan Hongzhi couldn't help it. I shuddered.

Why do you feel that things are not simple?

Hey, forget it, Zhong Lisuo is no longer the little guy he could rub with him three years ago, and now even he doesn't know the depth of the other party's cultivation.

As long as it is harmless to the Demon Dao, he will not care what the other party does, which is what they agreed.

Zhong Wu sat on the seat until Mozun Lianhong left, then got up and walked to the bed. The red veil was lightly blown, and was suddenly pushed aside by his momentum, revealing the scene inside.

The carved mahogany bed is surrounded by a barrier made of thin crystal carvings, which can also play the role of displaying and playing images.

At this moment, the handsome man displayed on the clear crystal screen is the unparalleled Ziran Daojun, with a frown and a smile, and a little gentleness in the distance from Gao Leng.

The content displayed on each crystal screen is different. There are pictures of Ziran Daojun dining, meditation and breath adjustment, business affairs, wind and moon viewing, etc., and the last and largest one is facing the head of the bed.

It was a bathing picture filled with water vapor. In the picture, the main character's jet-black hair draped over his shoulders, his white and tender body was faintly visible in the steaming water vapor, and there were a few strands of hair coiled around the bright red spots, which was particularly confusing.

The man raised his head slightly, scooped up a handful of water and sprinkled it on his face. The crystal drops of water slid down the chiseled face lines, slid over the tall nose and plump lips, gathered and hit the chin heavily.

Zhong Wu stretched out his hand to touch the slightly squinted eyes of the person in the picture above, and followed the upturned eye ends to touch a tuft of eyelashes, the drops of water on them were half hanging, full of spring color.

From a distance, it was a very realistic image, and the people inside seemed to be really inviting him.

Touching the corner of his lips, the young man who had just relieved his desire suddenly smiled: "Master, I have been waiting for this day for a long time..."

There are many ghosts and ghosts in the dense forests in the mountains. Ru Sang said that it is not easy to take the three places together, although there is a master around him to help.

Thinking of Master, Ru Sang couldn't help but glance slightly sideways at the young boy with a slumped face following behind the four of them, cough, this is a disguise that Master came out with him.

[Although I will go with you as a teacher, I won't interfere too much, and I still need to complete the task by myself. 】

He nodded and agreed to the man's original words.

Then he saw the master walking behind the screen for a while, and when he came out, he looked like a boy with a baby face—this appearance was somewhat similar to the master, and Ru Sang couldn't help but wonder if the master was so cute when he was young.

The lovely master had a sullen face, and told him blankly [this is for the sake of my teacher, and it won't affect you. 】

Ru Sang suppressed a smile, thanked him a thousand times, and did not expose the real intention of the old master's move—for fear of being talked about by the master and uncle.

So the miniature version of Daoist Wei followed his apprentice, carrying three small oil bottles, and a group of five people went to the mission destination in a mighty manner.

Song Xiaoxiao, the only female cultivator among the five, took advantage of her youth and brightness to talk to the boss, Rusang. Sometimes she sprained her feet, and sometimes she saw butterflies. The chirping appearance gave Rusang a headache all the way.

"Senior Sister Song, shut up, the road is not so bumpy, it's not that Senior Sister talks too much and doesn't concentrate on walking." Another boy couldn't help interrupting, and as expected, Song Damei gave her a supercilious look.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Ru Sang quickly pointed to the front and said, "The place is here, don't quarrel, so as not to embarrass the sect."

The two resentfully stopped talking, Ru Sang glanced at the master, but saw that the other party didn't care about this at all, and looked straight at the deep mountain and old forest.

Recently, a supernatural event frequently occurred in several small villages near Baihe Town—the bride who was married in the village suddenly disappeared on the way to see her relatives.

And even the brides who don't need to see off their relatives can't escape this bad luck. They will disappear inexplicably on the wedding day, just like disappearing from the world.

Because of this incident, the girls in the village who were married recently either retired or postponed their marriage, and everyone was panicked.

Some people say that ghosts and ghosts are playing tricks, and the undead are playing tricks to snatch the bride in red.

Such rumors became more and more fierce, and many people dared not even wear red clothes.

Later, several small villages joined forces to invite wandering Taoist priests, but the Taoist priest who came died suddenly that night. The cause of death was unknown, and no one dared to come to catch ghosts for a while.

The village that had been quiet and cold for a long time finally had an outsider step in today. The excited old village quickly led people to wait at the entrance of the village, and saw five young people in Taoist robes from a distance.

"Immortals, please be respected by this old man!"

As soon as the five people approached, they saw the elderly in their seventies and eighties bowing to them with the people behind them. For a while, Ru Sang was the first to react and stepped forward to help him up.

After a brief introduction from both sides, Ru Sang led the people and the old village chief into the house and sat down, listening to him explain the situation in detail.

"It's scary when you think about it. Those are real people. How can they be gone?" The heartbroken old village head slammed the ground with a walking stick, his grief palpable beyond words.

Ru Sang expressed comfort at the right time, and listened to the old village head choked up and continued.

What the old village chief said was similar to what they had learned, but it was more difficult.

After the onlookers in the village left, Song Xiaoxiao couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother Ru Sang, is there someone behind this or is there really a villain?"

Zhang Yang, the young man who talked back to her before, snorted coldly: "Isn't this nonsense, how could it be someone who caused the innocent and sudden death of a wandering Taoist priest?"

"Cut, what a wandering Taoist priest, if you ask me, he's just pretending to be a ghost!" Song Xiaoxiao retorted at him.

"Okay, Junior Brother Zhang, please don't say a few words." Ru Sang squeezed the center of her eyebrows, and said earnestly, "There are mountain people outside the mountain, and there are people outside the mountain. Folk warlocks are not completely incompetent. Your senior sister's consideration is correct."

Hearing this, Song Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows proudly, Zhang Yang curled her lips and fell silent.

"In my opinion, let's investigate first, and it's best to lure the person behind the scenes or the ghost to come out by itself." Ru Sang suggested, "What do you think, Junior Brother Wei?"

Daoist Wei who was suddenly named turned his face to look at the young man, nodded to express his opinion, and they can do the tasks of the juniors themselves.

Ru Sang, who got the approval, was refreshed and asked the three juniors to discuss how to do it. Wei Qing listened and added a few words from time to time.

After the plan was finalized, the Liujia Village, which had been silent for a long time, ushered in the long-lost celebration in the morning of the second day.

Bright red silk and satin lanterns covered the entire street, extending to the entrance of the village, beating gongs and drums and beaming with joy, and it turned out that the granddaughter of the village head's family was about to get married.

"Hey, old Liu, it's not good to let your granddaughter get married at this juncture?" Several peers who have a better relationship with Village Chief Liu couldn't help but persuade him, "At least wait until this time passes."

The old village chief in festive clothes waved his cane, feeling a little helpless: "The in-laws in the neighboring town can't wait, and I'm not willing to let my granddaughter take risks!"

As soon as he said this, everyone couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.

They have heard about the marriage of the granddaughter of the old Liu family. They heard that his in-laws are from a scholarly family and they don't believe in ghosts and gods.

Thinking about it this way, everyone could only say "Treasure" silently while congratulating.

Old Liu Tou smiled bitterly, and his wrinkled face was full of melancholy.

It really looks like that, Zhang Yang, who took a sneak peek at it, thought to himself.

Turning his head to look at the bride sitting in the room, the red hijab is firmly covered, this bride really looks like that.

"Senior sister, senior sister, it would be great if you could be so quiet and quiet on weekdays, there must be..."

The mean-spirited Junior Brother Zhang was attacked by a teapot thrown by Senior Sister "Wen Jing" before he finished speaking. He leaned over to dodge, and the teapot hit Senior Brother Zhou who walked in.

"What are you two arguing about?" Zhou Fang shook his wet clothes, feeling a headache, "Don't make trouble, the wedding party will be leaving soon."

Song Xiaoxiao hummed twice to show she knew, Zhang Yang rubbed his face shyly, "Senior Brother Zhou, where are Senior Brother Ru Sang and the boy with the paralyzed face?"

Zhou Fang glanced at him and said, "They have their own tasks, we just take care of our own affairs."