Transformation of Lian Erye [Red Mansion]

, each other's breath gradually became hot.

Li Yanyao's bright and dazzling star-like eyes were smiling, and he looked at the reckless young man on his body with incomparable tenderness, allowing the other party to "oppress" him.

"Don't you want A Lian?" Jia Lian's small, aggrieved voice echoed in the quiet room, the candles were gradually burned out, and the room was groggy, and there was no bright light to see each other's expressions clearly. He could also use this to hide his turmoil. The intoxicated look, there is no way, he has never broken his body in this life, but in his previous life he married a wife and had children.

If Master Hou saw his "wavey" expression, he would definitely destroy his small and fresh image.

However, it seems unreasonable not to consummate the house on the wedding night, so Jia Lian's question is not too unreasonable.

"A Lian is only 15 years old this year, consummating the house prematurely will harm A Lian's body, why don't we take it easy first." Lord Hou said tentatively.

Li Wenyao really couldn't eat underage young tender grass, he was too embarrassed to tell Jia Lian that he hoped that both of them could achieve the real consummation.

He felt that once he said the bottom line, he might not be able to accept it with the stubborn thoughts of the ancients, and it would affect the relationship between the two of them.

"Then will I be made fun of by the servants?"

"With my backing, who would dare to laugh at you. A Lian is one of the masters of the Hou Mansion, and no servant has the right to underestimate your status. I promise."

"Okay, then when are we going to be a real husband and wife?" Jia Lian reluctantly agreed, but the thoughts of suspicion lingered in her heart, and she always felt that agreeing to this matter would bring a very bad experience.

Do you want to go back on your word?

"Is this a problem? Let's discuss it tomorrow. There is a big thing to do now." Li Wenyao didn't answer and changed the subject.

"What is it?" Jia Lian asked curiously.

"Sleep." Li Wenyao's muffled laughing voice was low and deep, sexy and attractive, and his masculine charm was beyond the mark. Jia Lian was confused for a moment, and then realized that he had fallen into the beauty of the other party again, and couldn't help but feel annoyed at his concentration poor.

"..." It's really stupid for me to believe your words.

The night is still long, and the candles are always bright, shrouding the vague figures embracing lingeringly inside the curtain.

They need to burn until dawn, illuminating the future of a newlywed couple loving to grow old, full of blessing metaphors.

"Cluck cluck" the rooster crowed to announce the dawn, and the Anyang Hou's mansion finally ushered in another master of theirs.

2- Wash evil

Jia Lian fell into a dream in the sweetness, but after turning his consciousness upside down, he found himself in the strange circle of "the red wedding dress incident" again, surrounded by a terrifyingly real environment, and what was even more suspicious this time He found that there were some more memory fragments in his mind.

Is this situation of the master bewitched?Or was he kidnapped and brainwashed?Can't figure it out.

Jia Lian's eyes were gloomy and his face was livid.

Fortunately, the helmet covered most of his expression, otherwise he would have been exposed in the serious and well-dressed crowd.

"Hurry up." The rough scolding sound was cold, like a ruthless devil who killed countless people, mechanically executing the orders of the superior.

Jia Lian used his little skill to squint in the direction of the sound source, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide in surprise, and then realized that he was in danger in time, and immediately looked away.

But the scene of that scene was deeply imprinted in his mind.

The hands and feet of the familiar man were bound free by thin golden chains, and the ghost-like soldier behind him had a hideous face and said nothing, shouting "Hurry up" every two seconds.

He was wearing night-like clothes without any trace of haze. The silver wavy silk threads intertwined into a magnificent pattern, it was a big silver eagle soaring high.

The hair has lost the jade crown that bound it, and hangs down on the back, winding into one with the black clothes without distinguishing each other.

Even though the man in the black robe bound his eyes with white gauze, his perfect fairy posture was as pure as a pool of water on a snow-capped mountain, and his awe-inspiring words and deeds seemed innate, one step slower than one step, but the urging The voice didn't become irritable either, it seemed that the man's performance was in line with the facts.

Monotonous odes can hardly compare to his exquisite appearance, but Jia Lian's slightly trembling palms on both sides reveal the uncontrollable fear in his heart.

He remembered the face of this man, it was the guy who forced him to get married in the dream before, who knows why the young master remembered this man's face again, it was obviously a somewhat distorted and blurred face in the previous dream.

Jia Lian's whole body suddenly felt an impulse, and a weak voice shouted: "Help him...save Mr. Cunyan."

After repeating it four or five times, Jia Lian became angry, and there was no end to it, it was so noisy.

Monster, please be honest and shut up.

Second Master Lian said frankly that this man's complexion is not inferior to that of his Lord Hou, but so what?Li Yanyao is my husband-in-law, not this man who inexplicably broke into my dream, and wanted me to take risks to save people, are you a fool?

Save Lord Cunyan.

Who are you? Dare to point fingers, do it yourself if you have the ability.You care about that guy so much, you have a crush on him, right?It's a pity that people have never looked at you directly, tsk tsk, you are such a poor wretch.

My Lord Hou is different, it's nice to be gentle with him.

Second Master Lian's flamboyant voice echoed in his heart, and suddenly, that weak voice disappeared, as if he couldn't bear the blow and retreated.

Cunyan was pushed onto the altar, and fell down on the altar in embarrassment. The jet-black robe and snow-white silver hair complement each other, which is a beautiful painting style mixed with holiness and evil.

This man doesn't fit well with the background of chilling at all, Jia Lian complained secretly.

Grandpa should observe more, be careful and make no big mistakes.There's something really weird about this place.

While Jia Lian was in a daze, Cunyan's wrist had already been cut open, and the blood flowed all over the place. Surprisingly, the blood was not the bright red of a normal person at all, but a faint golden color, like the holy blood of a god. But in the eyes of this group of soldiers with blocked intelligence, it is an evil color, blood is red, and anything different is evil.

"Ignite the fire and wash away the evil."

A rigorous voice sounded, followed by the sound of drums.

The rhythmic sound of the drum woke Jia Lian up. He quietly glanced at the man named Cunyan, and was startled. Oh my God, that guy bleeds all over the place, is he still alive? ?

Pale golden blood flowed in the center of the altar, and Cun Yan lay motionless in the slightly lower center, letting the blood soak his sleeves without struggling.

He seemed to have no sense of pain of his own, and was as quiet as a passed away eminent monk.

The lit torches were thrown into the center, one after another, one after another.

The fire gradually spread to the surrounding area, and this mysterious man was likely to be burned to death.

Aware of this problem, Jia Lian did not take any action to save people. He watched coldly, but he wanted to see the purpose of "it" making such a big fight.

Maybe Jia Lian's indifferent attitude angered that "it", Cun Yan's figure was really swallowed by the ruthless flames, and Jia Lian's pupils clearly reflected this scene.

Grandpa's heart hurts? ? ?Jia Lian clutched his heart in pain, and fell to the cold and hard ground with a pale face. Beads of sweat rolled down the corners of his mouth. The salty taste and the cool wind hit his face. small face.

A light flashed in Jia Lian's mind, and an incredible guess appeared.

Impossible, I don't believe this result.

It was dark before Jia Lian's eyes, and Jia Lian lost consciousness.

At some point, Jia Lian realized that he could move freely, his eyes suddenly opened, and his expression froze.

He went back to the original point, the period of time when the flames had not been swallowed by the flames, the extreme cold rushed to the tailbone, and the soul fell into the abyss of despair.

Sure enough, once Cunyan died, Master would also die with him. It was too scary. Maybe the last "red wedding dress dream" didn't exit in time, and I would keep going back and forth in the weaving dream until I couldn't get addicted to it. Wake up again.

Grandpa must wake up quickly, what can I do?

system?The brain is really stupid, the system cannot be called here, what did the master do at that time?

It's beads.

Jia Lian recited the spell in time, and escaped from this dream with the Pearl of Fortune.

Waking up from the dream, Jia Lian took a deep breath slowly, his thinking was still a little confused.

Although he remembered the great help of the Pearl of Fortune in time, how to read it out quickly without being stabbed to death by the soldiers around him was a test.

After trying three times, Jia Lian finally succeeded, and every time this process was an extremely painful suffering.

He hugged Li Wenyao beside him, feeling the warm manly breath of the other party, and slowly calmed down, it was still the Hou Ye who worked, the caring young man of the Lord.

Jia Lian thought very contentedly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a small arc, and he closed his eyes. Before falling asleep, he still had some doubts, he shouldn't be so unlucky, right?

At this time, Li Yanyao patted him on the shoulder habitually, and murmured: "A Lian, go to sleep obediently, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Lord Hou still had his eyes closed, which meant that he hadn't woken up, and Jia Lian's face became hot. This Lord Hou speaks so nicely, it's a good marriage.

This time, Jia Lian felt a sense of drowsiness and did not fall into a strange dream.

Every night, summer cicadas chirp.

The next day, Jia Lian didn't sleep in late, and got up earlier than Li Wenyao. He took care of himself very happily, drove away the slaves, sat on the edge of the bed and opened the curtain with a smile, a ray of mischievous sunlight hit the sleeping Lord Hou's face.

"Master's husband is really more and more handsome, I want to take a sip."

Second Master Lian said in a nympho manner, not caring about his nympho face at all.

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