Ruo Rusi

Mr. Xiao Lang said that he should have died ten years ago in the disaster.

Ten years ago, Yecheng was full of ghosts crying and wolves howling.A turmoil, hundreds of ghosts roaming around every night, impermanence claiming their lives, and seeing it with their own eyes in purgatory on earth, what kind of monsters would they be afraid of.

Mr. Xiao Lang also said that if it weren't for the gods to save him, he would never have survived to this day.

I should be satisfied after living for ten more years.

Let's talk about the fairy, with a fairy demeanor, who rides a nine-color elk and rides on colorful auspicious clouds.

In his mouth, the description was so vivid that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't make up a little bit of falsehood.

Xue He lowered his head to listen, and when Xiao Langjun talked about the past, there seemed to be a hint of anger in his eyes.

Holding the folding fan in his hand, he raised the little man's jaw to look carefully, always trying to find something on his face, "You little man, you are really strange, who thinks they live too long?"

Querong turned her head, took a step to the side, and looked at the few utensils in the room, "The King of Hades came to urge his life in the middle of the night, how dare the brat not open the door."

In his hand is a small vase made of kiln clay, the size of a palm, yellowish yellow, without any pattern on the body of the bottle, and even the surface is not smooth, as if some doll made it up for fun of.

"What happened ten years ago, as far as I know. I solved Mr. Xue's confusion, so can Mr. Xue answer the next question?" Querong turned around with a small earthen bottle in her hand, her eyes shining brightly .

"Xiao Langjun, please tell me." Xue He sat on a chair beside him, leisurely playing with the golden fan in his hand.

Querong pondered for a moment, thinking it had been thinking for a long time, but the words slipped out of his mouth: "I'm not talented, but I know that the fate of the six realms has always been controlled by the underworld. Mr. Xue can tell me that my life is coming soon after looking at me, it's really confusing. I am especially interested in strange talents, and I suddenly remembered that I had heard in the early years that there is a pair of eyes in the heavens that can see life, death, and longevity, presumably it is on Mr. Xue?"

"What am I supposed to be?" Xue He stood up, walked in front of him, bent slightly, with the edge of the golden fan pressed against his eyes, he pointed to his amber eyes, "Those dark eyes are in my eyes. here."

Her bright eyes were crystal clear, as if she had never seen any filth.

Behind Xue He couldn't see, Que Rong held her hands tightly, but the seemingly weak hands were very strong at this moment.He turned his head away, "I have seen it, but it doesn't look like anything special."

Xue He nodded, "It's really not special enough. It's not as good as His Royal Highness Fu Ze from the Yaoshan family's Tianjie family, who has the ability to call the wind and rain, and he is not as good as the incompetent Mr. Mu Yang from the Tiancheng Xingjun family."

"What do you immortals want the ability to turn stones into gold? In this way, it's not as interesting as yours." Que Rong laughed.

Xue He walked up to him, took the small pottery bottle in his hand, and whispered in his ear: "Turn a stone into gold so that I can build a golden house and hide you."

The young gentleman who was already tense turned red in an instant, his cheeks were flushed, he turned his back, "Young Master Xue, don't talk nonsense anymore."

"Mr. Xiao Lang is so clear about the affairs of the heavens. From the fairy boy sweeping the floor up to the Emperor Xuanwu, everyone in the heavens knows that I, Xue He, is a lascivious woman. I wonder if Mr. Xiao Lang has heard of it?" Xue He flicked his sleeves as he slapped his vermilion lips. Take a step back.

The wind outside the window pierced through the thin layer of screens and blows into the room. The cold wind lifted the hem of the clothes, and the cranes with silver embroidered threads seemed to stand up.

"No matter how much you hear, it's not as interesting as what you see with your own eyes." Querong said firmly, "I believe Mr. Xue is not that kind of person."

"What kind of person?" Xue He raised his eyebrows.

"Young master Xue is not a wine bag and a rice bag." Querong said.

"Oh?" Xue He smiled, lowered his head and played with the bottle in his hand, looking at it carefully, "It seems that Mr. Xiao Lang believes that I am a womanizer."

Knowing that it was a joke, Querong still felt uncomfortable when he looked back. He turned around and answered calmly: "Everything in the world is a form."

"Xiao Langjun, Xiao Langjun, you were born so boring but so interesting, it's a pity to die." Shaking his head, Xue He sighed and put down the small clay bottle on his hand.

"Although my life is not long, I have seen more than ordinary people, and it is not in vain to go through the world." After the night wind broke through the window, it became more reckless, and the wind outside the house blew on the faces of the two like knives.Querrong's face was calm and calm, as always.

Suddenly, a gust of wind raged, and a strong wind swept in, blowing the bottles on the table and shaking the bed curtain.

"What a strong demonic wind." Covering the golden fan lightly, Xue He turned his head away, feeling a headache from the wind and sand, "I'll go and have a look."

Covering it with a sleeve, Querong said "Mmm", and for some reason, said again: "Be careful."

The corners of Xue He's mouth raised wantonly, and he strode out.

After walking ten steps away, the soft voice was still rippling in his ears, making Xue He's mouth parched.

"I'm really more and more reluctant to let you die."

The candles downstairs had been extinguished, and the whole building was pitch-black, making it difficult to tell the difference between east, west, and north.

This is not "welcome guests", this is clearly a ghost house.

Xue He turned around and was about to go in when he realized that the candles in the room had also gone out.

I saw Qurong standing at the door in white clothes, also standing alone in the darkness.

In a daze, Xue He almost thought that this person was about to be swallowed by this piece of darkness.

In the swamp, there is darkness everywhere.

"Why did you come out?" Xue He was about to go forward, but saw him coming out alone, pointing behind him.

Xue He turned his head vigilantly, only to see a figure standing in the dark.

The man was eight feet tall and of great build.

Taking another look, it turned out to be the young master of the Nangong family.

Querong was concerned, but was confused, and wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Xue He.

Xue He shook his head at him, "Whether it's true or not, you can't go."

Although they said so, both of them knew that the person in the darkness in front of them was Nangong Qu.

It's just that Nangong Qu's behavior is dull and his body is stiff, as if he has lost his soul.

"Why did he appear here?" Querong stopped being impulsive and watched with a gloomy expression.

"Spiritualization..." Xue He twisted his eyebrows, "It is necessary to find the caster and take back the soul. Otherwise, if you go against the way, your soul will be scattered."

When Xianke came to see Nangong Qu, and naturally thought of Qing Gu, they both looked down.

Look, it's pitch black underneath.

Under the plaque that read "Yellow Liang Yimeng", the rocking chair was swaying, maybe there was no candlelight, and the gold rocking chair looked empty.

Looking back, Nangong Qu at the end of the corridor suddenly turned around and wanted to run.

Xue He quickly grabbed Querong, "This place is dangerous, you stay inside and wait for me."

Xue He didn't worry about it anymore, he just rushed out the door, went around to the back of the building and chased after him.

There is barrenness everywhere, no grass grows, yellow sand is everywhere, and the wind is wanton.

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit, blowing yellow sand all over his face, Xue He blocked it with his fan, and stopped after a while.

Raising his head, he looked inside the room again, the candles couldn't withstand the wanton wind after all.Xue He frowned tightly, and secretly called out, "It's been tricked."

Cyclamen, not so much an inn, is actually just a small earthen building.

It is two stories high with about seven or eight compartments.

This place is remote and connects the six realms, so few people would settle here.

The candles upstairs had been extinguished, Xue He waved his sleeves, opened the golden fan in his hand, and immediately followed the trail of the evil wind.

Only three kilometers away from here, there is a dead tree, which has not rotted for a hundred years.Looking closer, it grows horizontally, and its shape is strange. It can't be seen as birth, nor can it be said to be dead.

Xue He took two steps forward, only to see a woman in white clothes with fluttering skirts, her breasts exposed, two slender and straight legs hanging on a man's body, her slender hands didn't stop at all, Step by step to grope for others.

The girl didn't care whether anyone was there or not, and wrapped her body delicately around others.Her demeanor is charming, her voice is coquettish, "Little Xianggong is so handsome, the world is turbid, and the beauty of the day is beautiful, why don't you go to Wushan to practice together?"

The woman in white gave a charming smile, gently brushed the hair of the person below her with her fingertips, caressed her cheek and raised it slightly, and gently blew a long breath in the ear of the person, teasing, "Such skin is really a disaster."

Xue He took a closer look, and only when she turned sideways did he realize that the man under her was also wearing a white robe, which he was very familiar with.

"Bold and monstrous, to be presumptuous here!" Xue He gritted his teeth, and spoke coldly, without the slightest warmth.

When the woman in white raised her head, her whole body was white, but her eyes were as charming as silk, and those straight eyes seemed to be able to swallow people alive, "Is she a fairy?" She sneered, "A stinky god who is heartless and ungrateful."

It's hard to hide the charm in his bones even with light makeup, Xue He looked up for a moment, and Xue He saw the woman's face, which was carved out of the same mold as that Qinggu.

"Knowing my origin, you still dare to snatch my people?" Xue He said deliberately intimidating.

"Your man?" The woman in white was not afraid of him, her two long white legs were exposed outside, hooking the person under her, she laughed, "If he nods to you, I will give it back to you. "

Squinting his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up revealed a cold air, he let out a cold breath, and Xue He twirled the fan in his hand.

In an instant, the hand turns into a sword, and the golden fan turns into a blade.

A sword qi chilled people, revealing a sharp cold light.

He lazily relaxed his muscles and bones, stared at the woman and said, "Being so fixed by you, even if you think about it, you won't be able to answer. Before he answers, why don't you ask the sword in my hand if I agree or not!"

The sword energy rose, and the woman in white was also quite knowledgeable, and she knew extraordinary things at a glance, her complexion rustled.

Qingdai frowned slightly, her vermilion lips were bitten and was about to ooze blood, she let go, let go, waved her sleeves and jumped away, with a coquettish smile: "Little Xianggong, I will come to continue my relationship with you some other day."

In an instant, a strong wind blew up and swept the yellow sand all over the ground.Looking at the white clothes from a distance, they are like flying catkins, but in a blink of an eye, they never stay in the world.

Xue He withdrew his sword, and his originally angry face softened a lot in an instant.After the white-clothed woman left, the half-covered person leaned alone behind the dead tree.

Xue He walked around behind the tree, the man's white robe was spread all over the floor, lying on his side on it, his inner shirt was in a mess.

The seemingly weak figure on weekdays seems to be a bit vigorous, and there are a few shallow grooves in the smooth belly.

Further up, concealed, the bright red lipstick was imprinted on the slender neck, and the skin was like creamy fat, but after a little sip, it looked so attractive.

The white fat jade crown was thrown aside, the black hair flew away, and the bird raised its eyes.