[Glory of the King] Magpie and Butterfly

Sure enough, Zhuang Zhou didn't remember finishing the feeding. He took it as a dream that he would forget. Bian Que's heart was very complicated, and he really wanted to scratch the wall.

Bian Que's cold and mysterious character endows him with high prestige in the village and town, and his current identity is "the doctor brought by Mr. Sage".

Hearing those noisy flies courteously address Zhuang Zhou as "Master Sage", Bian Que felt an indescribable jealousy in his heart.

But only he can call the title "Zixiu", thinking of this, Bian Que finally felt a little better.

Bian Que began to diagnose and treat the villagers who had been transformed into demons.

Their blood contains the smell of demon seeds, very similar to the hybrid species born of demon seeds and humans, but they are extremely discordant.

This feeling of dissonance is hard to describe in words.

Shopkeeper Zhao swears that their ancestors never intermarried with demon species, Bian Que can only be sure that they were transformed into such by drugs.

Xu Fu is really insane.

Even the cruel and ruthless strange doctor Bian Que did not lose his illness to this extent.

Bian Que didn't come to a clear conclusion, what kind of thing could turn these people into terrifying monsters?

A cruel curse, or an unsolvable poison?

If more clues could be obtained, Bian Que would not be as passive as he is now.

……

Zhuang Zhou's off-the-shoulder long gown was very slim. He propped his chin and sat patiently. Facing the group of ferocious monsters in front of him, he still didn't change his face, and he could even look gentle.

Bian Que stood in the shadows like a sculpture, staring coldly at the row of "devil seeds" standing in front of him, for fear that someone would suddenly lose his mind and violently attack others.

"Why is this called 'Ghost Town'?" Zhuang Zhou asked, sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Shopkeeper Zhao's ferocious face showed deep helplessness: "My lord Huixian, this is Sophora japonica Town, not a ghost town. It got its name because of the famous Sophora japonica wine and Sophora japonica nectar produced by the Sophora japonica tree every year."

Because the handwriting was so blurry, the Chinese characters disappeared completely, and the Chinese characters disappeared beside the wooden characters, so it became an extremely weird ghost town.

It turned out that this was the case. Zhuang Zhou felt that his IQ had been slightly insulted.

Bian Que blushed a little, the dark purple scarf tightly covered his face, not questioning his aloof image.

Zhuang Zhou had asked shopkeeper Zhao to inquire about the old woodcutter who led them in here. After a few days, there should be some news.

"The old woodcutter who let us in here, has Shopkeeper Zhao found out who it is?"

Shopkeeper Zhao's face seemed constipated, and he whispered softly, "Old woodcutter...but that short, thin, old black one with a black-yellow front tooth and blind?"

"Exactly." Shopkeeper Zhao's completely correct description made Zhuang Zhou full of confidence. As long as he started with that mysterious old woodcutter, he would definitely be able to find evidence to clear Ah Que's name!

The "devil seed" behind shopkeeper Zhao suddenly stirred up for a while, whispering incessantly, and a shrill female voice with a crying voice appeared unusually abrupt: "My lord, that is my little girl's grandpa. Grandpa died six months ago. After leaving, it is impossible to still be in this world! Why are you still chopping firewood outside the village?!"

The woman who made the sound had only one pair of human feet, and the rest were assimilated with the demon species.

"This..." Zhuang Zhou couldn't figure it out, the resurrection of the dead - this is impossible, could it be that ghosts really cursed this ghost town?

"Your grandfather was made into a puppet." Bian Que said with a sneer.

The woman's crying made his ears hurt, but Zhuang Zhou's soft voice was the most comforting.

Half a year is enough to turn a person into a puppet.

It seems that Xu Fu really gave up a lot of thought for this experiment.

A puppet is a puppet that loses self-awareness and is manipulated by people. The woodcutter was unfortunately made into a puppet.

"Puppet?" Zhuang Zhou glanced at Bian Que, feeling terrified.

——How inhumane must it be to do such a thing? !

Starting from that puppet may be the best evidence!

After Zhuang Zhou comforted everyone in a soft voice, he went to break the barrier and didn't come back until late at night.

Bian Que didn't sleep because Zhuang Zhou didn't come back.

Zhuang Zhou, whose footsteps were flimsy, almost floated off the ground, as if he could suddenly fall asleep while walking.

After Zhuang Zhou walked up to Bian Que, he tried his best to open his fighting eyelids, and vaguely recognized the person in front of him: "A Que, good evening, okay..."

Seeing Zhuang Zhou's exhausted appearance, Bian Que reprimanded in distress: "You..."

"Ah Que." Zhuang Zhou staggered and fell into Bian Que's arms with a slap, his cold lips gently brushed Bian Que's chest.

Bian Que, who was holding Zhuang Zhou, was completely surrounded.

There seemed to be a fire in his arms, and Bian Que and Zhuang Zhou had only had close contact a few times, and every time... was damn unbearable!

"The butterfly is me..." Zhuang Zhou whispered with a strong nasal voice.

——Yes, yes, the butterfly is you and you are the butterfly.

Zhuang Zhou's blue curly hair made his face look very small, and his fair and rosy complexion formed a sharp contrast with Bian Que's green and black skin.

Bian Que's eyes darkened, and he took off his scarf, revealing a blue-black face. Bian Que's facial features were not ugly, even handsome, but living with corpse poison all year round, his skin was completely damaged. changed color.

This is also part of the side effect of using his own body for experiments.

——He looks like this, and he is also a man. Zhuang Zhou must like a fair-skinned and beautiful boba, right?

Putting Zhuang Zhou on the bed, Bian Que got up and left.

From now on, we must keep an eye on this annoying little butterfly. Bian Que can't help but feel distressed and guilty for making the drowsy Zhuang Zhou so busy every day.

He used to kick Zhuang Zhou abruptly out of his dream and force him to fetch water and cook...

……

At this moment, Kun is far away in the sky.

After Kun ran away from home angrily, he flew away in anger and traveled thousands of miles.

Kun stopped aggrievedly by a small stream. Because of his anger, he didn't go down to Ji, but changed the direction - the land of Chu and Han.

Its original intention was to make Zhuang Zhou, a stupid master, regret and blame himself, and then apologized and asked him to go back. Unexpectedly, the master did not come to find him!Feeling empty and aggrieved, Kun felt that Bian Que's little watch must have deceived his stupid master, which caused... Zhuang Zhou didn't love him anymore!

I can't lose face and go back to find Zhuang Zhou, and I can't bear Bian Que and his master to be together.

Surrounded by tall trees with lush branches and bushes, occasionally some small animals pass by.

Kun soaked his fish body in the water, enjoying the cold water temperature.

The stupid Kun didn't notice that there were a pair of eyes fixed on him in the bushes behind it.

After taking a bath, Kun felt that it was really difficult to find him with Zhuang Zhou's IQ...Well, then it condescends to go to Jixia and give Zhuang Zhou a chance to apologize!

Out of the stream, Kun was about to go on the road with his huge tail swinging, but unexpectedly, the bushes behind him rustled, and a gust of wind blew past him. Before he could react, Kun was hit by a man with long red hair who suddenly jumped out. Fainted.

The man is tall and strong, with a handsome face, but with a kind of ruthlessness, his red hair is flamboyant like fire, tied high behind his head.

"Today's harvest is good." Han Xin squinted his eyes, looking with satisfaction at the poor Kun who was unconscious on the ground.

"Brother Li...should be very happy, right?" Thinking of the handsome man who was holding a wine gourd all day long, Han Xin's mouth showed a smile that was not a smile.

Zhuang Zhou, who was far away on the edge of Qin, did not know that his horse had been stolen.

The author has something to say: yahahahahaha I got the ssr, writing is worse than dancing! ! !

The new Da Qiao is really easy to use, and it’s so annoying (squinting and laughing)

Is there someone who is hacking? You can post the copy on Weibo privately (be nice)

Assassin Zhuang Zhou here, don't cheat

Thanks peach inedible mine x2