Master, he always wants to leave me

"crunch-"

The dusty broken door was pushed open by Su Yao, making a piercing sound, echoing in the silent night.

Due to Su Yao's actions, some of the dust accumulated on the door was scattered and floating in the air.

Su Yao didn't go in again, he stuck the lantern in his hand to the ground, illuminating a huge old plaque on the ground.

Under the dim candlelight, the three characters flying and dancing could be vaguely seen on the plaque.

General Temple.

From the first time he saw the devastation of the ancestral hall, to when he pushed open the door, he saw the dark cobwebs hanging in the corner, and the mottled moss on the broken wall.

Dilapidated, decayed, barren, with a gloomy feeling in the dark.

It is a portrayal of the once magnificent General's Temple in front of him, but now it is dilapidated.

Su Yao stood quietly at the entrance of the ancestral hall, looking in solemnly by the light of the lantern.

I saw a statue in the center of the ancestral hall. The statue was a little fuzzy. It looked like a general who was wielding a sword to kill the enemy. His rough face, under the light of the lantern in Su Yao's hand, showed a very expressive expression. hideous...

At the same time, the shadow of the statue was magnified on the wall behind, shaking from time to time due to the shaking of the fire core in the lantern, which made the already gloomy General's Temple filled with a layer of horror...

The incense altar at the foot of the statue fell on the chopping board, and the plates containing the tribute had long since disappeared.

There is no evil spirit, and no resentment.

It was so clean that it looked like a dilapidated ancestral hall that had been in decline for many years. It was abandoned because no one worshiped it.

Su Yao resisted the feeling that his hairs were standing on end, held the lantern in one hand, took out the compass in the other, and double checked that the pointer on it was pointing here.

"crunch-"

A gust of wind blew through the door that Su Yao pushed open, and the flames in the lantern swayed. The sound of the broken door startled Su Yao. He hurriedly looked back at the broken door, and found that there was nothing unusual before he was relieved. Come.

it's okay no problem……

While comforting himself, Su Yao cursed the damned system. He found that the gust of wind just now seemed to have blown away the dullness in the air, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance wafting in.

It feels like a floral fragrance.

He also couldn't tell what kind of floral fragrance it was, it was faint and sweet...

Su Yao suddenly felt that this smell was very familiar, as if he had smelled it somewhere before...

But he couldn't remember anything.

Then, another gust of evil wind blew through, blowing out the lantern in Su Yao's hand...

The surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

In the darkness, Su Yao's hair stood on end, he felt that every inch of his skin was tense, including his fragile nerves!

Before his sluggish nerves could react, a burst of silver bell-like laughter suddenly rang out in this deserted and dilapidated ancestral hall.

"Giggle-"

"Who?!"

Su Yao lowered his voice, and he found that the fragrance in the air seemed to be a little stronger.

Being in a dark environment caused cold sweat to break out on Su Yao's back, but he still maintained Lin Shuyao's signature gentle smile. He secretly recited a mantra, trying to rekindle the fire in the lantern and see who it was Playing tricks here.

However, before the mantra was finished, Su Yao found that the voice was actually approaching his ears, and even blew lightly into his sensitive ears, before continuing to laugh.

"Ha ha……"

Just like that, soft laughter rang in Su Yao's ears, with frivolous teasing, echoing in the ruined ancestral hall...

At that moment, Su Yao felt that the hairs on his body were blown off, and almost reflexively, he swung the fly whisk towards the source of the sound, bringing him seven levels of mana.

But the person came out of the way at an astonishingly fast speed. This result made Su Yao's pupils shrink. He realized something bad happened. This person's strength was definitely above his!

Then, Su Yao wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack. A few lights in the ancestral hall were illuminated. Su Yao quickly covered his eyes that were hurt by the light. In a panic, he took a few steps back and hit the door with his back. Rotten broken door.

The visitor didn't seem to have any intention of hiding Su Yao's life. He seemed to be watching Su Yao's embarrassment in panic, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

After Su Yao got used to the bright ancestral hall, his gaze immediately fell on the beam.

It was a well-dressed sick beauty in red.

The face is like a bright moon, the eyes are like peach blossoms, the lips are unpainted but bright red like blood, the eyebrows are unpainted but slightly emerald.

His long hair reached his waist, but it was simply tied with a red ribbon, which hung down with his hair, making his pale and sickly appearance even more frail.

The red dress on his body was not the kind of bright red that he would marry, but a peach-like pink, tender and tender, which unexpectedly matched him extremely well.

The only thing that catches the eye is his pale face and red lips that are as bright as cinnabar, as if he has sucked blood, which is strangely morbidly beautiful.

Su Yao suddenly remembered that the inn waiter talked about the demon who only sucked people's energy.

Compared with the beauty, Su Yao is more willing to believe that the person in front of him is a sick and very weak "demon".

It's just that there is no trace of evil spirit on this person of unknown origin.

I saw that he was a little out of breath, and covered his coughing mouth with his wide sleeves. After coughing a few times, he leaned against the beam as if boneless, and looked deeply at Su Yao below with his peach blossom eyes.

Then he opened his mouth and weakly warned Su Yao.

"This is not a place for you to come."

It was a male voice, soft and weak, a little ethereal, and it sounded like it was between a teenager and a young man.

The young man's gorgeous peach blossom eyes looked forward and smiled at Su Yao, making Su Yao feel dazed...

In the face of beauty, even Su Yao couldn't control it.He pinched his thigh, tried to wake himself up, and belatedly thought of a rumor...

The beauty wrapped in red goes out at night to seduce those pedestrians who haven't returned home, and then spends the cloud and rain with them in Wushan...

After the pedestrian Chunfeng woke up for a while, he found that he had slept in the mass grave all night.

It turned out that the beauty in red was actually a pile of bones in a mass grave...

In order to absorb Yang Qi, please enter your dream.

Red clothes and white bones, the beauty is faint.

Su Yao's heart skipped a beat suddenly, his eyes silently shifted to the bare feet under the hem of the young man's clothes, and he saw the real shadow of the young man on the ground.

Ghosts don't have shadows and feet, but this person does.

"Who the hell are you?"

Su Yao was a little relieved, but he didn't let go of his guard against this man who appeared suddenly, he retracted his whisk and asked.

Anyway, staying up in the middle of the night and going out to hang out is scary, definitely not an ordinary person, okay?

"Ha ha--"

The young man covered his lips and smiled lightly, his body leaning against the crossbeam was trembling with laughter, almost crumbling.

Su Yao didn't know what he was laughing at, but felt that if he kept laughing like this, he might die in the next moment.

Because his face was really too pale.

But after the young man finished laughing, he tilted his head and glanced at Su Yao, feeling sickly and weak.

He opened his thin lips lightly and said, "The one who wants to save your life."

"..." Sao Nian is very arrogant.

"If the Taoist priest is dead...can you lend me your shell?"

The young man's voice was light, as if he was dealing with ordinary food, and he said frightening things lightly. He swept his eyes over Su Yao's body again and again, as if he was checking how intact the shell he said was.

It didn't fit his sickly appearance at all.

"........."

Shell?

Lin Shuyao's shell?

Su Yao's eyes suddenly became unpredictable because of this, and the softness on his face also subsided. At this moment, his face was expressionless and his eyes were cold.

Now, everything about Lin Shuyao belongs to him, Su Yao.

"I'm so sorry."

The flat tone made people feel a little gloomy.

"If you want the shell of a poor man, it depends on whether your brother has this ability."

Su Yao remained expressionless, and pulled out the sword on his back. His eyes were icy and endlessly cold, expressing his displeasure and rejection to the young man.

He directly used his actions to show that even if he died, his body would not be left to the youth.

The young man looked at Su Yao's face-changing face, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Su Yao collapsed.

He is angry.

He instinctively regarded all of Lin Shuyao's things as his own, but now someone actually made an idea on his head, and the young man's gaze as if looking at the goods made Su Yao's temper suddenly arouse.

Fortunately, the young man knew that Su Yao was angry, so he shook his head.

"...I'm just asking, why is the Taoist priest so angry?"

"Pindao is just talking about each other."

Su Yao didn't take back the sword.

The more he saw Su Yao's appearance different from his usual, the more interested the young man's eyes became. He found that there seemed to be something beyond their imagination in Su Yao. The more mysterious it was, the more curious it was...

If the news was not accurate, the young man would have thought that the person in front of him was someone else.

Arrogant, arrogant, with sharp eyes like a lone wolf alone, this kind of lone wolf is much more vicious than ordinary wolves, because they have only two paths.

Either live or die.

Ah... it's getting more and more fun...

It seems that it was indeed a wise move for Mu Yunqing to bring Lin Shuyao here.

There was an indescribable fascination in the young man's eyes, and then he seemed to be under some kind of oppression, and suddenly lowered his head and coughed, his body trembled violently, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

Su Yao also noticed that there seemed to be some power in this General's Temple that was driving him away...

And youth seem to be oppressed by this force.

"Ahem, cough——Lin Shuyao, I hope to see you next time, and don't let me down."

Until the young man suppressed the itch in his throat and swallowed his cough, he said something inexplicable to Su Yao with a pale face, and then a gust of fragrant wind blew by, and his figure disappeared.

Su Yao didn't intend to chase after him.

He hesitated...

Is this young man really a ghost...

How to run like the wind...

He stood for a while, then put the sword back.

It is not suitable to stay in the General's Temple for a long time. It is almost dawn, and the strange force just now can only wait for Mu Yunqing to investigate again.

Su Yao returned to the inn quietly. He paced around the room, counting back and forth with his fingers, but he didn't figure out any cause and effect.

In the end, he took off his Taoist robe, got into bed and lay down with Ling Wuzheng and Ling Wu'an.

He just felt that the whole process was inexplicable. Suddenly, a sick man appeared in the General's Temple in the middle of the night to scare him to stop him, and said a bunch of inexplicable things to him before running away...

He doesn't quite understand this routine.

However, when the young man first appeared and when the young man finally disappeared, he seemed to smell a faint fragrance, which was the smell of flowers.

It's like the peach blossom shirt on the young man...

The scent of peach blossoms.

Weird.

He seems to have smelled it somewhere.

"System, don't play dead."

Su Yao gritted her teeth, and decided to drag the system out and ask.

"Hey, you woke me up, and I will also forget the punishment that Bengren set up earlier."

The system said lazily, as if he was a little unhappy because he was woken up by Su Yao.

"...?!"

The corners of Su Yao's mouth twitched in pain after having tasted the electric shock treatment again: mmp, it's better not to call the system.

However, the system still told Su Yao the general identity of the young man in a good mood: "D, Hua Fan, your senior brother Mu Yunqing's little concubine."

Su Yao felt that there might be something wrong with his ears, so he reached out and picked them.

No wonder...that day when Mu Yunqing came to him, he did have a floral scent on his body, but he didn't care at all at that time.

No, that's not the point!

Why is Mu Yunqing gay?

Why does Mu Yunqing have concubines!

This is not "Enchanted" written by him at all!

Su Yao: The system.

System: Dip, what's wrong?

Su Yao squatted in the corner and took a puff of a cigarette, complaining: I am obviously the author, but this plot, I don't know it, it knows me.

System: ...Prohibition of swearing.

The system actually wanted to spoil something with Su Yao, but after thinking about it, it came to punish Su Yao after all.

If you just tell Su Yao something so easily, the world rules of this world will get angry.

The consequences will definitely not be what it wants to bear.

In the end the system spoke up, and it said earnestly: "Hey, Su Yao, don't think too much, just play Lin Shuyao's role well with An Xinxin. It doesn't matter if other people's affairs have anything to do with you. "

"I know, but you are the one who forced me to do this task."

System: "Dick, this system is only doing things according to the rules and regulations."

"Abuse of power!"

"Drip... This is not a plot written for you."

Su Yao wanted to throw the sword.

"Drip, you should still remember that you once wrote that the reason why Ling Wu'an became a demon is not only because the disciples of Taiyi Palace bullied him."

The system and Su Yao explained: "It also has a lot to do with Lin Shuyao's education."

"However, Lin Shuyao didn't become possessed in the end..."

"...That's because Lin Shuyao doesn't have the talent to become a demon. You see, you are still a Taoist cultivator in the Qi refining stage. Do you think you will be successful in cultivating demons?"

"..."

He was speechless.

"Drip, the plot here in Yecheng is just to complete the relationship that you didn't write clearly in the book."

This completed plot has nothing to do with him, well, Su Yao felt aggrieved.

"Drip, of course it's related. There are bugs in the plot you arranged in the book or you didn't explain it in detail. The world needs to be completed automatically. The standard of its automatic completion comes from your description bit by bit in the article."

"The rules of the world are very serious and meticulous...", the system hesitated: "If you understand it, you won't like it."

He doesn't like it before he understands it.

Su Yao thought, then rolled her eyes.

"Hey, go to sleep. There are tasks tomorrow!"

"..."

Su Yao hurriedly covered the quilt and fell asleep.

And here, on the other side.

"Didn't I tell you not to provoke Lin Shuyao?"

Mu Yunqing directly swept the teacup in his hand to the ground, and vented his dissatisfaction to Hua Fan who was leaning against the window.

He worried all night, but Hua Fan told him that he went to find Lin Shuyao.

"Ah Qing, don't get so angry... I know I was wrong."

Hua Fan finally got a body, he said coquettishly to Mu Yunqing, the pale complexion on his face allowed the tiny blood vessels to be seen clearly, and the long eyelashes covered the tenderness of the peach blossom eyes.

"Stay far away from Lin Shu. He is a monster with neither male nor female. This time I have to use him. Next time you are so willful, don't blame me for grounding you."

Mu Yunqing was a little annoyed by his gaffe just now, he stretched out his hand to caress Hua Fan's face affectionately, his eyes focused and affectionate.

"Your body cannot withstand any accidents."

Hua Fan was immersed in Mu Yunqing's gentle touch, he nodded obediently, then lowered his head and kissed Mu Yunqing's lips.

"Actually, why don't you let me use Lin Shuyao's body directly? Why bother looking for a suitable Horcrux..."

"... After all, he is my junior."

Mu Yunqing opened his eyes, and after Hua Fan sucked the demonic energy from him, his pupils suddenly turned demonic crimson.

That is the most typical characteristic of Moxiu.

"Ah Ching."

"Ok?"

"You are still as temperamental as ever."

Mu Yunqing sneered.

Hua Fan pursed his bright red lips, lowered his eyes, and smiled innocently, his face still without any color.

"But, Ah Qing, I'm very interested in Lin Shuyao's shell. 』