The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

Early in the morning, Hua Jue escaped from the room, took the roasted chicken that was completely cooled, and went to the stove to cook.On the way, he was caught by the old doctor again, and he cooked a big pot of dumplings and distributed them to other patients in the yard.

The flames in the back kitchen were swaying, and the fog was steaming. Mr. Hua Xiao sat alone by the stove, his face was slightly reddish by the fire, but his expression was unprecedentedly serious.He was holding the eyebrowless note in his hand, and after reading it several times, he lightly threw it into the flames, and it burned with a chirp.

When he saw Wumei's note this morning, he realized that besides Xuanlong, there was another coveted thing beside him: the judge's pen.At the beginning, after discovering that the spell written by this pen could suppress even Wumei, his only thought was "the person who gave me the pen is not lying to me", but for a while, he didn't think of the possible entanglements it might bring .

He doesn't fight, and Wumei doesn't fight with him, but what about others?

He took out the pen from his sleeve and touched the delicate lines on it.After watching silently for a while, Hua Jue exerted her strength seriously, pinching the two sections of the jade pen and bending it downward.The purer the jade, the easier it is to break the pen holder, but after Hua Jue tried her best to break it off, she found that it didn't move at all.

He scratched his head, and after looking around, he spotted the iron stove next to the medicine stove. The corners of the stove were sharp and hard. He rubbed the sweet potato skin with this when he was a child.He raised his hand, clutched the pen and slammed it vigorously, making an earth-shattering crisp sound.

The old man yelled from outside the house: "What's the matter, little flower? The bowl broke and I have to accompany you. You can make fifty more dumplings later."

Hua Jue responded, and touched her sore fingers - the stove was smashed into a small dent, but the pen was still intact and smooth as new.

He sighed, put the pen away, and put it back in his sleeve again.According to numerology, fate is what cannot be driven away. For example, Hua Dabao is about to be hooked by the little female cat raised by the city lord. Another example...

Xuanlong's face flashed in Hua Jue's mind, and his heart skipped a beat.

Is this fate?

He felt a little puzzled.As a pure Duanxiu, it's not that Hua Jue didn't have some fantasies about her future.When he was still naive, he liked Mr. Sang, but the older he was, the more he respected him. When he was a child, he was shy and wanted to be hugged by others. I thought it was good, and I didn't think about these things again in the future.

It's one thing to be unable to get married, and the other is to have a life as thin as paper. He just followed his grandma's wish and hoped to live longer and longer.This is also the reason why he chose to leave the private school when he was 13 years old to study Feng Shui and Numerology.

That year, Grandma Hua was seriously ill, and the medicine was not available. Hua Jue grabbed the medicine outside and went door-to-door asking people to help get a black-bone chicken. She hurriedly entered the house, but saw the bedside of grandma. The ghosts squatting in rows, greedily ingesting the Yin Qi of the patient who is about to breathe.Hua Jue was crying right then, but the more he cried, the more motionless those vicious shadows became, clearly blocking a boundary between life and death between him and grandma.

Humans and ghosts are different, and human monsters are different.Hua Jue understood this truth very early on. Others thought he was gentle and easy to compromise, but the first curse he learned was the ghost-killing curse.

"Let's send him back..." He made up his mind again, and silently spread a layer of oil on the roast chicken, thinking that the smell would dissipate in the night, he added some seasonings, ready to roast for Xuan Long sent it over.Sitting by the window, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a motionless white figure standing outside the yard from the corner of his eye, and didn't think much about it.Not long after, someone opened the door and came in and sat down in front of him.

Hua Jue looked up and saw that it was Xuanlong.

Xuanlong has always had a black dress that he brought with him, which was never dusty, but now he doesn't know why he changed into a moon-white dress, and he doesn't know where he got it from.As soon as he came, Hua Jue was a little bit tied up, just silently waiting for the chicken to be roasted, the oily edges turned dark and rolled up.He handed it to Xuanlong, served him another plate of dumplings, and drank another small bowl of porridge himself.

Xuan Long took the food he handed over and didn't eat it, but asked him: "Don't you want it?"

Hua Jue said, "I'm a vegetarian. Dumplings are filled with meat."

Xuan Long was a little puzzled: "Why? You shouldn't just be a vegetarian, I saw you eating fish with your cat the other day."

Hua Jue held the porridge bowl and said: "Since you can smell the evil spirit of Mr. Sang, you should also smell the evil spirit in my life, and it is a very serious evil spirit. It is not harmful for ordinary people to eat meat, but I eat it. Will be affected by the resentment of dead pigs, cattle and sheep, and easily get sick. When I was a child..."

He took a sip of porridge, took a few breaths from the heat, and continued after a long while: "When I was young, I grew up. Grandma worried that I would not grow tall, so she went to the Dragon Temple to make a wish and asked the Dragon God to bless me. Later, grandma said , the Dragon King gave her a dream, saying that all the people in the rivers, lakes and seas can be eaten by me without resentment, so I can eat meat."

Xuan Long was silent, and after a while he said: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have waited for your grandma to beg."

Hua Jue was speechless for a moment, but he forgot that the guy opposite was also a dragon.

When he finished his bowl of porridge, Xuan Long hadn't moved his chopsticks yet.Hua Jue looked at her own bowl, then at Xuanlong's bowl, a little hesitant: "Aren't you going to eat it? If you don't—"

Before he finished speaking, Xuanlong suddenly stretched out his hand, held his hand, and interrupted him: "Hua Jue."

Hua Jue stared at him blankly.

The man stared at him, his eyes darkened, he stood up and looked down at him, and gently stroked his face with the other hand.Hua Jue was a little nervous, but he clearly heard him say a few words: "My... Hua Jue." It seemed to be a sigh.Hearing these words, Hua Jue's face became hot, and when he was at a loss, Xuan Long leaned over, pressed him halfway on the armchair, and slowly moved closer.

Want to kiss again?

Hua Jue couldn't push it away for a while, thinking wildly, this dragon...is it dependent on him?

The other party's breath was clear, and there was no bitter herbaceous fragrance in the past, but the smell of flowers.Hua Jue stared at the approaching people with wide eyes, and was so nervous that he forgot to think for a moment, only remembering the fragrance of peach blossoms wafting from his nose, making him feel like he was in a peach forest.

Peach blossoms in March...but it's only the beginning of February, and winter hasn't completely passed yet.He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. His body was no longer under the control of his consciousness, but seemed to be controlled by the heart beating violently at a very abnormal speed, forcing his blood to rush to his head again. Turning back to the soles of the feet, the body heats up and cools down.

Only half a minute away, the two were about to touch each other with lips and tongues. The hand that was holding his left hand slowly moved up, caressed his wrist and arm without mercy, slowly moved upwards, and finally... came across a pen.

Hua Jue saw a gleam of ecstasy in the man's eyes, at this very moment, Hua Jue bit the tip of her tongue, and uttered a few bloody words: "Teach me to kill ghosts, and let me fight!"

At this moment, the bone-piercing chill approached his lips and tongue, and the people in front of him disappeared, only a few cold petals were left, gently falling on his lips.Hua Jue's eyes really went dark this time, and she passed out.

There were six stoves burning in the room, and the fire was dazzling.

Even Hua Dabao couldn't bear the heat, he was pressed against the ground tightly, while Hua Jue, who was lying on the bed, had his eyes closed and his whole body was cold.

Xuanlong sat quietly in front of him, and reached out to touch the string of life-protecting jade hanging around Hua Jue's neck.The brilliance of the jade stone is now dull in color, with a tired luster.It was engraved with Hua Jue's name and date of birth. Xuanlong turned it over and touched a small depression on the back, where a vague "Ning" was engraved.

He touched the word, then put it back, and gently stroked Hua Jue's forehead hair.He fed him dragon scales again, but it didn't work yet.The face of the person in front of him was pale and bloodless, like a group of little paper people with raised eyebrows, so frivolous that he lost the effort to turn around.

"It's the Peach Blossom Demon." Xuan Long lowered his head and asked Hua Dabao: "Didn't you say that he had seen the Peach Blossom Demon before, why did he fall for this time?"

The flower demon is similar to the vixen, it lives by sucking|eating|essence|qi, the only difference is that the flower demon is a herbaceous plant, only feeds on yin energy, and usually turns into a man to seduce young women.If the flower demon has a heart, she will deliberately turn into the appearance of the other party's sweetheart, so that she will not be defenseless.Xuanlong didn't know how Hua Jue fell for it. This little fortune teller who didn't recognize him was obviously a person who would blush even if he pulled his hands, and he was also afraid of death. He didn't believe whoever he met.

Hua Dabao jumped onto the bed, lying on Hua Jue's belly, warming his body with his own body.Xuanlong stood up, covered Hua Jue with a quilt, opened the door and took a look outside.

There is a peach tree planted in the courtyard, which has just grown new leaves.

He just stared at it, and in less than a moment, the leaves on it slowly withered and fell. At the same time, the peach tree was withering and shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was about to die .At this time, a white, blurred figure appeared under the tree, kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, vaguely screaming: "Please, please spare my life! Please! The little one is just confused by the shadow, I was confused for a moment..."

Maybe it was clear that Xuanlong's decision could not be changed, Bai Ying trembled, changed his words suddenly, and cursed: "What is so proud of you, a half-demon mad dragon! You have done all kinds of evil, and staying by his side will kill him sooner or later! Have you forgotten what you did, you..."

Xuanlong ignored him.The flower demon's voice became quieter, and after screaming for a while, it disappeared.Xuan Long withdrew his gaze, and looked around again.A bat hangs upside down under the eaves, the grass outside the courtyard is swaying, and traces of snakes can be vaguely seen.

Seeing him looking over, these things walked away wisely.Some dark shadows stood further away, some were reborn souls, some were Raksha ghosts, and they stayed longer, silently confronting Xuanlong.

Slowly, they also left one by one.

Xuanlong returned to the hot room, thinking seriously.From the weasel last time to the flower demon this time, if he hadn't been here, Hua Jue's life would probably have to be confessed.But Hua Jue has life-protecting jade on her body, and she has come here without him for so many years, why does this happen?

He could sense that there were more and more shadows that were about to move in the darkness recently, trying to snatch the person in front of him away.