The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Xu Xingzhi didn't say anything, grabbed Tao Xian, turned his head and fled.

After only two steps away, he was forced to stand still again and slowly backed up a few steps.

The man who was originally lying on the side of the throne was standing in front of him, his hair hanging down like a waterfall, and he was holding a glass of fruit wine. A line of wine slipped from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it off casually, leaving behind a smudge on the back of his white hand. One star wine stain.

He smiled and asked, "Where are you going?"

Xu Xingzhi instinctively looked behind him, only to see that the man on the throne was still smiling at him with his chin on his hands.

He looked back again, but his neck was clamped tightly by a hand.

After his feet were off the ground, Xu Xingzhi suddenly felt short of breath, and just about to use the dagger in his hand, he felt light in his hand.

"A good dagger." The man lightly weighed the dagger he had seized in his hand, "The blade is thin, and cuts iron like mud. It is a good thing for exorcising ghosts and demons."

Xu Xingzhi struggled and tried to push the man's hand away, but the arm was as solid as steel and did not move at all.

Tao Xian rushed up and wanted to fight him, but the man didn't even bother to make a move on Tao Xian. With a flick of his sleeve, Tao Xian was blown up by a gust of wind, bumped into a figurine, and fell unconscious when he rolled down again. personnel.

The man threw the dagger backhandedly, and the dagger made a sharp whistle in the air, and pierced into the shoulder of another figurine.

There was a strange hoarse scream from inside the figurines, which echoed muffled in the empty hall.

"These are the people who have made me unhappy." The man obviously didn't want Xu Xingzhi to die right before his eyes.He put the weak Xu Xingzhi on the ground, and said close to his buzzing ears, "Now their souls are all trapped in this clay, whether they are willing or not, they have to be with me every day Let’s meet. If you don’t want your friend to be my figurine, you have to listen to me.”

Xu Xingzhi coughed out a mouthful of blood, and he was convinced that this person was the Lord of Tiger Leaping Stream, the ghost king who was in charge of thousands of ghost soldiers and soldiers: "...I listen to you, can you let him leave Tiger Leaping Stream? ?”

The ghost king thought carefully: "I will kill him directly, so that he will suffer less."

Xu Xingzhi said: "You are really kind."

The Ghost King could hear the irony in Xu Xingzhi's words, he smiled and didn't want to answer.

Xu Xingzhi coughed a few more times, and his limbs gradually gained strength.

He got up and said, "...you have to promise to deal with him after I die."

The ghost king was very interested, and asked, "Oh? Why?"

"I have a promise with him, he will not die before me." Xu Xingzhi said, "Didn't you say you appreciate my 'heart of benevolence and righteousness'? Then fulfill it a little bit, okay?"

"You and him...?" The ghost king looked a little strange, "What is your relationship with him?"

Xu Xingzhi touched the throat that had been pinched out of the purple seal, did some mental calculations, and gave a relatively accurate number: "I have known him for a total of ten days, so he is an acquaintance."

The ghost king didn't believe it, so he sneered.

Xu Xingzhi looked at him without blinking.

Seeing his appearance, the ghost king gradually put away his smile: "...do you want to save him?"

Xu Xingzhi supported his body with the only remaining hand: "How to save? I can't even save myself."

Ghost King: "Someone is breaking into my 27 maze and wants to save you. You want to delay until they come?"

Xu Xingzhi wiped the blood oozing from the corners of his lips, and wiped his hands on the hem of the ghost king's costume unscrupulously: "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait, but maybe he can wait."

Ever since he entered the wilderness, Xu Xingzhi always felt that his life was hanging by a thread. Now that the sword hanging above his head had been cut off, if he didn't take the opportunity to make his mouth happy, he would be speechless after death, wouldn't it? Unfortunately.

"There are 27 mazes in Tiger Leaping Stream, and no one has been able to break through the wilderness. Only one person has entered the deepest, and he is still crazy in the illusion of No. 13." The ghost king looked at Xu Xingzhi as if he had discovered some novel toy , "...your companion is dead."

Xu Xingzhi replied casually: "Oh, that's very powerful."

Ghost King: "..."

After a long silence, the Ghost King threw a punch and knocked Xu Xingzhi to the ground without warning.

This punch was so powerful that Xu Xingzhi could not hear or see anything for a long time.

When he was able to see clearly again, he had already been dragged into an inner room and tied up on a bed. His hands and feet had been poisoned by some kind of poison, and he was already paralyzed and unable to move.

...Since entering the wilderness, Xu Xingzhi has not been able to relax almost all the time. He is either tied or handcuffed. Even on the way to Tiger Leaping Stream for more than ten days, Meng Chongguang has to tie him with a silver chain Only when I am by my side are I willing to fall asleep.

So at this moment, despite being tied up like a dead pig, Xu Xingzhi can maintain emotional stability.

The ghost king looked down at Xu Xingzhi from top to bottom.

There was no expression on his face, and he said: "...except him, no one can talk to me like this."

This person's temperamental nature was fully exposed in a few meetings, but Xu Xingzhi still went his own way.He pressed his tongue against the bleeding wound in the roof of his mouth, and said vaguely: "Then you are so pitiful."

"You're very interesting." The ghost king showed a cold evil smile like a poisonous snake again, "Speak more, after the soul cleansing, if you want to say these yin and yang strange things, I'm afraid you won't have a chance."

...to cleanse the soul.

Xu Xingzhi's reading taste has always been mixed, and he can't remember which strange book he read about this kind of secret technique from a corner, but at least he clearly remembers that "cleaning the soul" is commonly used by ghosts and demons. technique.

This technique is to put an incomplete remnant soul into a body with a complete soul, and then use magic to activate it, so that the memory in the remnant soul will gradually infiltrate into the complete soul, and soon, the remnant soul will disappear Branches and tendrils are born, entangled with the complete memory, complementing oneself, and washing away the memory in the original complete soul.

After the dove occupies the magpie's nest, the caster only needs to use his hands to lure the soul out of the body, and replace it with the still warm heart in the body of the remnant soul's original corpse, and the person can be successfully brought back to life.

In short, the ghost king set up checkpoints and carefully selected them in order to resurrect a person with a heart and soul cleansing technique.

Without waiting for Xu Xingzhi to resist, the Ghost King impatiently took out a linen handkerchief whose corners had been rubbed off from his left chest, and spread it out evenly.

A dried flower in the center of the handkerchief took advantage of the situation and flew up, fluttering and landing on Xu Xingzhi's chest.

Lying in the handkerchief was a small soul-locking jade pot, and several dried petals of Arhat flowers.

The ghost king unscrewed the lid of the pot inlaid with jade chains with great care, protected it with his palm, and poured the meager soul with only a thread into Xu Xingzhi's forehead.

At the moment when the remnant soul entered his body, Xu Xingzhi's forehead pierced through like a huge axe, he straightened his body, and let out a heart-piercing scream.

Multiple lights and shadows flew past his eyes, and many fuzzy details became clear in the washing of time. After Xu Xingzhi fumbled through the confusing beginning, he finally ushered in a colorful story.

Next, Xu Xingzhi had a long dream.

And the dream told him at the beginning that in this dream, he was called Ye Buyi, and the other person in the dream was called Nanli.

Ye Buyi met Nanli 13 years ago when he was carrying a dead body.

Nanli tuned his sheng on the cliff full of arhat flowers, and when he lowered his head by chance, he saw the little Taoist Ye Buyi walking with the dead body on his back.

Ye Buyi's eyes were red from crying, like a fresh and tender little peach. He was not afraid of damaging his eyes, so he kept wiping them with his sleeve.

Nanli watched him for a long time.

But Ye Buyi didn't notice him, he was tired from walking, so he put the corpse flat on the ground, took a long breath, and then picked up the corpse again, ready to continue on his way.

Nanli reminded him abruptly: "Tiger Leaping Stream is ahead, do you want to go further?"

Ye Buyi suddenly heard a human voice, startled, raised his eyes to look at him, Taozi's eyes were bulging, it looked like some kind of small animal.

After staring at Nanli for a while, Ye Buyi realized that the people in front of him were the barbarian residents.

He drew his sword out of its sheath tremblingly: "You, don't come here."

Nanli jumped off the cliff, Ye Buyi closed his eyes in fright, but when he opened his eyes again, Nanli disappeared.

In the midst of Nahan, Ye Buyi was so frightened by the voice from behind that he almost lost his grip on the sword.

Nanli looked at the corpse behind him with his hands behind his back: "Who is this to you?"

Ye Buyi quickly stepped back a few steps, pressed against the root of the cliff, nervously gripped the hilt of his sword, and replied, "...I don't know him either."

Nanli was curious: "I don't know him, why are you behind his back?"

Ye Buyi whispered: "For people of the same kind, lending a helping hand is what a gentleman should do. ... This is what Senior Brother Xu taught us."

Nanli smiled: "Then, did your Senior Brother Xu teach you that looking into other people's eyes when talking to them is also what a gentleman should do?"

Ye Buyi felt that it made sense, and wanted to look at Nanli, but was forced to look away again by his incomparably handsome face: "...You, are you from the Wilderness?"

Nanli carefully looked at his dodging eyes, but remained silent.

Seeing Nanli just staring at him, Ye Buyi's face became hot: "I'm leaving."

But Nanli grabbed his wrist: "Where are you going alone?"

Ye Buyi was very nervous and said: "Let me go quickly. I have heard in this world that there is a ghost king living in the wild Tiger Leaping Stream. He has lived here for hundreds of thousands of years. How can I beat him. "

Nanli asked: "Where are you going to go with a dead body on your back?"

"Go to a place where the water and grass are lush." ​​Ye Buyi said innocently, "I want to bury this good friend."

"Then I'm afraid you're going to be too busy."

Nanli sneered: "It's very strange these days. Many cultivators have been thrown into the wilderness one after another; not long ago, six or seven monks died in this area."

Ye Buyi's eyes widened: "Really?...Then who will collect their bones?"

Nanli: "The wilderness doesn't have the habit of burying people."

Ye Buyi: "...why?"

Nanli didn't know why he patiently explained to Ye Buyi: "There are always ghosts and monsters who are low-level and can't compete for food. These dead bodies are their feast. You buried people. , They still have to dig out painstakingly, aren’t you causing trouble for others.”

Ye Buyi nervously said: "Then what should this fellow Taoist do... I can't leave him alone."

Nanli thought for a while and said, "I know there is a freshwater lake in Tiger Leaping Stream, surrounded by mountains, rivers, plants and trees, and the scenery is pleasant. If you believe me, come with me."

"There is a ghost king in Tiger Leaping Stream..."

"I am an acquaintance with the ghost king." Nanli said, "If I say something nice for you, he will definitely agree to your request."

"Liar." Ye Buyi rolled his dark eyes, "...you lied, you are the King of Ghosts."

This time Nanli was startled: "How do you know..."

As soon as he said that, Ye Buyi turned pale with fright, picked up the corpse and ran away.

Nanli understood, and with a dodge, Ye Buyi, who was about to run away like a little rabbit, bumped into him firmly, almost falling on his ass.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly: "...Little Taoist priest, you dare to lie to me."

The sword in Ye Buyi's hand trembled like a candle in the wind, tears welled up in his eyes: "Don't come here, you..."

Nanli laughed at him: "Has no one taught you how to hold a sword?"

Ye Buyi trembled: "I'm an outer disciple, my talent is not good..."

Nanli forcibly suppressed a smile: "Then what can you do in those fairy mountains of yours?"

Ye Buyi cried: "...clean up."

Nanli laughed out loud.

He simply didn't hide his identity anymore, and made a condition openly: "I will give you a place to stay, and let this strange fellow Taoist go to the ground safely. But you must come with me."

Ye Buyi instinctively refused: "No."

Nanli asked: "Otherwise, where could you go? To find your fellow Taoists who died all over the place? Or were you kidnapped by some wild ghosts and tortured to death? It's not easy to get a shelter in the wild, I think I take you in only because you fit my eyes, don't be ignorant of flattery."

Ye Buyi made sense after thinking about it: "...but, as agreed in advance, you must not force me to kill fellow daoist with my own hands..."

Before he came in, he had heard that the people in the wilderness were extremely ferocious. These exiled prisoners were imprisoned only after being punished by the Taoist sect. Enough to be funny enough to kill.

He was very afraid that Nanli would bring him back with some evil intentions and ulterior motives.

Nanli: "... Don't worry, your three-legged cat swordsmanship can only be killed by them."

Ye Buyi thought about it again, and felt that his words made sense: "Yes!"

Seeing his dazed look, Nanli felt better: "...Silly Taoist priest."

Ye Buyi asked again: "...But what can I do for you with this appearance?"

Nanli patted him on the head: "Clean up."

Nanli abducted the confused Ye Buyi back to Tiger Leaping Stream, and accompanied him to bury the strange fellow Taoist beside the lake with a beautiful view.

That night, Ye Buyi cleaned Nanliu's room all night, and cried all night, crying his eyes into little peaches.

... The flower path has never been swept by guests, but the Pengmen is now opened for you.

Ye Buyi, who had suffered a great loss, didn't want to talk to Nanli anymore, shivering under the quilt.

Nanli stroked his wet hair: "Good boy."

"You lied." Ye Buyi cried, "So you brought me back because you want, you want..."

Ye Buyi couldn't find a suitable word to describe the situation at this moment, and his cheeks turned white with anger: "...you will be punished."

Nanli patted the bedside and couldn't help laughing.

Ye Buyi buried her flushed face under the quilt, and said softly, "Liar."

Nanli lay on his back, pinched Ye Buyi's chin, and made him look directly at him: "I won't lie to you in the future, I will treat you well, okay?"

Ye Buyi didn't believe it: "Then pull the hook."

Nanli asked: "...what is a hook?"

Ye Buyi taught him hand in hand, and soon, the little fingers of the two hooked up with each other, and after some intertwining, the thumbs overlapped each other again, forming a seal.

Ye Buyi blushed for such an ambiguous action, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Nanli held his hand tightly.

Nanli asked: "Again?"

Ye Buyi jumped out of bed in fright and ran away, but was mercilessly carried back by Nanli.

...Ye Buyi lived in Tiger Leaping Stream.

He is only responsible for cleaning the room of the ghost king Nanli, and he can't get out of bed for several days after cleaning.

Nanli treated him very well and learned a lot from him.

Ye Buyi was originally the concubine of a big merchant family. He was weak since he was a child. His father listened to a wandering Taoist priest and believed that his life could be saved by cultivating Taoism. So his father traveled thousands of miles and took a lot of money with him to send Ye Buyi to him. Entered one of the world-famous four sects of cultivating immortals, Ying Tianchuan.

But Ye Buyi stayed in Ying Tianchuan from the age of five to 17, and didn't learn any decent skills, but his body became stronger because of cleaning every day.

All the ghost soldiers in the Tiger Leaping Stream knew what the little Taoist priest brought back by the ghost king was, wearing a navy blue robe and bronzing cloud shoulders. He was more stable, respectful to Ye Buyi, and more eccentric, and he would be more serious in private. Call him princess.

Every time he heard someone shouting like that, Ye Buyi's face was flushed red, and he ran away at a high speed.

Occasionally he would visit that fellow Taoist whom he had never met before, and when he came back, he would carefully bring a bouquet of flowers picked from the lake to Nanli: "Here for you."

Nanli took it over: "Why?"

"Because..." The little Taoist blushed, "Because I think it's very suitable for our family."

Nanli smiled, noncommittal, took him into his arms and kissed his forehead.

So the little Taoist blushed again, and ran away obediently to the courtyard to take a deep breath.

Sometimes Nanli would take the little Taoist priest to swim in the clear lake.

Nanli likes to throw some odds and ends of treasures into the lake, and then ask Ye Buyi to jump into the water to find them.

Ye Buyi couldn't swim, but the lake was not deep, so he obediently went down, holding his breath and groping at the bottom of the lake.

This kind of boring game doesn't have any special meaning. If there is a reason to be given, it is because Nanli likes to see Ye Buyi struggling to get back his things.

Whenever he finds something that Nanli left behind, Ye Buyi will proudly crawl ashore with his little tail up, and show off wetly: "Nanli, Nanli, look!"

At this time, Nanli would hold Ye Buyi, who was drenched all over his body, and take the sky as his cover and the ground as his hut, wanting him roughly and savagely, and making his raised little tail back.

From winter to spring, from cold to summer, before he knew it, Ye Buyi had spent three years in Tiger Leaping Stream.

One day, holding Nanli's clothes, which he had washed with his own hands, he took advantage of the rare good weather to go to the courtyard to dry them, but he heard a conversation between a pair of ghosts.

They mentioned "Princess" in their speech.

Ye Buyi thought they were talking about him at first, and was about to run away shyly, when he heard one of the ghost slaves sigh: "If the princess and her flesh and blood are still alive..."

The other replied: "Yes, if they were still there, the king would not give up on himself like this and hang out with the same man all day long."

Ye Buyi left with his wet clothes in his arms in a daze.

He covered his mouth, afraid that he would let out a little bit of sound and disturb the two ghost slaves.

Did Nanli have a wife and child before?How come I never heard him talk about it?

After Ye Buyi hung the clothes to dry elsewhere, he was very disturbed and didn't want to go back to the room, so he simply started to wander around aimlessly, chatting for comfort.

When passing by a magnificent stone palace, Ye Buyi stopped.

Nanli had half-jokingly ordered him on the bed that he could go anywhere in Tiger Leaping Stream, except for this stone palace on the east side.

Ye Buyi asked curiously at that time: "What will happen if I go in?"

Nanli smiled and said, "Then I'll goug out your eyeballs."

In that charming atmosphere, Ye Buyi only thought he was joking, but now that he looked at the palace in front of him, his heart felt cold.

He carefully pushed away the dusty palace.

An hour later, he walked out of the hall with a pale face.

The hall is full of various things, all belonging to Nanli's wife during her lifetime.

She was a woman, a woman who could bear a child in her womb.

...and he was a man.

She is a childhood sweetheart with Nanli, and she is a ghost.

...and he was alone.

She loves to laugh.Through the mural of her smiling face covering one wall, Ye Buyi suddenly felt that he could hear her crisp laughter.

...and he cried so much.

According to her biography, she is a woman who is comparable to Nanli in terms of spiritual power.

...And he is a waste who has practiced Taoism for 12 years and has not cultivated any doorways.

The only thing that Ye Buyi can compare with that woman is his eyes.

The contours of the eyes of the two are surprisingly similar, so that when Ye Buyi faced the huge mural, he felt as if he was being watched by himself in the mirror, and his whole body was cold.

After returning to the room, Ye Buyi was in a daze for a long time.

Inexplicably, he thought of the game of throwing things into the lake that Mr. Nanli took him to play.

Nanli lost a very important person this time, and Ye Buyi wanted to find him back.

No one taught that silly little Taoist how to like someone, so he began to learn everything about that dead woman.

He imitated the woman in wearing clothes dyed indigo with flower juice.

In order to learn needlework, he pricked his hands full of holes.

He learned to smile without showing his teeth, looking generous and tolerant.

The change in Ye Buyi is so obvious, it is impossible for Nanli not to notice it.

But after Nanli discovered this, he became indifferent to Ye Buyi, and he didn't often ask him to go to his room, and rarely came to tease him as in the past.

Ye Buyi became more and more flustered, he didn't know what he did wrong, so he practiced needlework more diligently, trying to find varieties from various plants that could weave soft fabrics.

One day, when Nanli came to see him, he frowned after saying a few words: "Why are you behind your back?"

Ye Buyi panicked and said, "No, no, nothing."

Nanli no longer let his temper go, pulled out his hand and looked at it, his face immediately sank.

The palms and backs of Ye Buyi's hands were swollen, covered with red and swollen stings from poisonous plants, the new ones were stacked on top of the old ones, it looked very scary at first glance.

Ye Buyi was too panicked to look at Nanli: "I...I..."

After a while, he heard Nanli's disgusted comment: "It's disgusting."

Ye Buyi thought he heard it wrong, turned around and stared blankly at Nanli.

Nanli stood up in a very bad mood: "I'm leaving."

After Nanli left, Ye Buyi lost his mind, went to the backyard, and rubbed his hands with saponins desperately, trying to get rid of the red and swollen marks from his hands.

The saponins in the Wilderness are refined from animal and vegetable oils, and they are extremely rough. After half an hour of intense rubbing, Ye Buyi's hands felt itchy and painful.

While washing his hands, he cried in pain.

... However, he was self-defeating and made his hands redder and more swollen after washing.

Ye Buyi went back to the room in frustration, walked around a few times, made a lot of determination, and then pulled out the linen handkerchief he was going to give Nanli today from under the pillow, and ran quickly to Nanli's palace.

...He wants to make peace, he doesn't want Nanli to hate him.

But when approaching the palace, Ye Buyi could clearly hear the sound of falling and smashing from inside, as well as Nanli's close attendant Zhu Dongfeng's comforting voice.

Ye Buyi lost the courage to go in, wandered around for a couple of times before leaving.

But when he turned around, he clearly heard Nanli's voice in the hall: "...do you know? He actually wants to become Yunhua."

... "Yunhua" is the name of Princess Nanli.

Ye Buyi stuck to the door in a strange way, listening attentively.

Zhu Dongfeng said: "Parrots learn to talk, Dong Shi imitates, he is not worthy."

Nanli was very irritable: "Who can't he learn well? Why did he stick to Yunhua? Did he think that I would like it? Is he a woman? I hate such a man who pretends to be like a woman!"

Ye Buyi opened his mouth, but found that he lost his strength and couldn't make a sound.

...He tried hard to become the person Nanli really loved, and wanted to make Nanli happy, but Nanli made such comments for him.

It's disgusting, disgusting.

Before Nanli had time to catch his breath, he heard Nanli's extremely angry voice from inside again: "To put it bluntly, he and Yunhua only have one pair of eyes alike, and the rest is completely different. If he doesn't have those Eyes, if he dies anywhere in the wilderness, I won't care about him!"

Nanli was really angry.

When he discovered that Ye Buyi had started to learn the behaviors of his late wife, he knew that Ye Buyi must have entered the palace that he did not allow him to enter.

Nanli hates people who disobey him the most, not to mention Ye Buyi who is the most obedient to him this time.

But he didn't want to admit it, and when he learned about it, he was terrified.

It's funny to say that the majestic ghost king would be afraid of a crappy little Taoist priest.

But Yunhua is Yunhua, Ye Buyi is Ye Buyi, he doesn't like Ye Buyi to become anyone, and he doesn't want him to become Yunhua.

Driven by such emotions, he even speculated darkly, did Ye Buyi want to blackmail himself by imitating, implying that he already knew his secret?

Was he waiting for himself to explain it to him?

Was he secretly laughing at his agitation?

Did he think that he was really that important to him?

Nanli hated the feeling of being threatened, but after losing his temper and swearing at Ye Buyi just now, not only did his mood not improve at all, it actually got worse.

…It was indeed because of those eyes that he fell in love with Ye Buyi.

But who would spend three years inseparable from a person because of a pair of similar eyes?

After Nanli swallowed a glass of bitter wine, he slammed the silver wine glass on the ground.

He was so full of troubles that he didn't even notice that there was a little Taoist priest with insufficient spiritual power standing at the door for a long time.

Zhu Dongfeng still noticed the thin and short figure in the gap between the doors.

He wondered: "...Princess?"

Nanli suddenly raised his head.

The little Taoist at the door took two steps back, turned around and ran.

Before he had time to think about what he had just heard, Nanli's face changed drastically, and he waved his sleeve, unable to control his strength for a while, Ye Buyi was caught off guard by the wind of his sleeve, fell heavily to the ground, and even spat out a mouthful of blood.

Nanli stood up, but couldn't hold the wine glass in his hand, and fell to the ground with a clang.

He even whispered in panic: "...Ye Buyi?"

Nanli loves to lie to Ye Buyi.

Sometimes he deliberately misbehaved, and lied to Ye Buyi that he had thrown something into the lake, but in fact the thing was held in his palm. Seeing Ye Buyi sticking out his little butt and doing his best to work for himself, he would I find it very interesting.

Ye Buyi also complained that Nanli lied to him, and complained many times, and each time he stared at him weeping as if he had suffered a great injustice.

But this time, Ye Buyi's tone didn't contain any trace of sadness or grievance.

Or it was because, this time, he was really serious about saying this.

"... Nanli, you are really a liar." Ye Buyi wiped the corners of his lips, slowly got up from the ground, and muttered, "...you have been lying to me all these years."

The author has something to say: a tragic story of a domineering king falling in love with a cute little Taoist priest.