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Unitary time.dusk.

Broken house in the south of the city.

The sky in summer is still very bright, only the heat at dusk has subsided by most of it.At this time, the weather is the most comfortable, with the breeze blowing oncoming, with a bit of coolness from the heat.

The innermost courtyard of the dilapidated house in the south of the city has been swept clean, and after decoration and painting, it has become completely new.

Miao Congshu put on new clothes, which were the national costumes of Ying Fanghu and the others in South Vietnam.Wearing a small silver crown, wearing a black and red coat and short skirt, with knee-length high boots underneath.

The high boots are made of buckskin, which wraps tightly around the calf, making the calf extraordinarily slender and slender.

Miao Congshu was helped up by the dumb slave who served him and came to the full-length mercury mirror. Looking at himself in the mirror, his eyes were first attracted by the two straight and long legs.

Moreover, a section of thigh flesh was exposed between the short skirt and the high boots, and it was even more white as jade between the black and red skirt.

Miao Congshu thought with a straight face: This suit is suitable for playing games.

He was supported by the dumb slave to circle around twice, then sat back on the edge of the bed, took off his high boots and put on two anklets with bells on them again.

Miao Congshu leaned on the edge of the bed and stared down at her ankles. The delicate silver anklets covered her ankles made her white and skinny. If she moved, there would be a crisp jingle.

He thought to himself, those of you who came out of Demon Realm are really good at playing.

At this time, Ying Fanghu came back and waved his hand to let the dumb slave go down.

Sitting at the table, staring at Miao Congshu for a while, he said with satisfaction: "I know you are suitable for this outfit."

Miao Congshu looked up at him, and found that Ying Fanghu had changed into a black and red outfit, which was a matching couple outfit with the one she was wearing now.Suddenly a white light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered why he was familiar with this distinctive costume, because Ying Fanghu often wore it when he was in Wanmo Cave.

Has he regained his real memory?

Miao Congshu carefully observed Ying Fanghu's facial expressions, and did not notice any sense of disobedience.After thinking about it, he asked, "Do you know where the horoscope fragments are?"

Ying Fanghu frowned: "What fragment?"

Miao Congshu instantly understood that this was just Ying Fanghu's obsession.

"..." Why are his obsessions so strange?

Miao Cong was puzzled and lowered his head in thought.

Ying Fanghu put his hands on his cheeks, this action would only be contrived and girly to others, but it became an attractive evil when it fell on him.Innocence and wickedness appear on that gorgeous face at the same time, but they can blend together perfectly.

When he hadn't grown up in Wanmo Nest, many demon cultivators saw his potential and wanted to raise him.Although those demon cultivators were later beheaded as leeks, and thrown into the back mountain as fertilizer to feed a large number of poisonous flowers and weeds.

Miao Congshu wanted to lie back, he was exhausted now.With my shoulders leaning against the bedpost, all the force was concentrated on one side, and I felt very heavy and tired.

Although he didn't get up until mid-morning today, he went out as soon as he woke up, walking the whole time.

During the long journey and climbing high and looking far away, apart from eating Hanshan Temple vegetarian food, I sat down and rested for a few quarters of an hour before asking the monks in the temple to politely invite me to leave.Afterwards, Ying Fanghu tied him here, took a bath, changed into new clothes, and was turned like a spinning top for the whole day.

As lazy as he is, today's exercise is enough for half a month.

Ying Fanghu suddenly asked, "Aren't you shocked or scared?"

Miao Congshu was drowsy, and upon hearing this, he forced himself up and asked politely, "What?" Seeing that Ying Fanghu's eyes had shifted to the corpse puppets on the wall next to him, he immediately realized, and said, "I'm not afraid. If it's you, it's normal." Because you still have a huge corpse hall in Wanmo Nest.

Ying Fanghu's expression suddenly became strange and joyful: "Do you understand me?"

Miao Congshu: "No, I just see a lot of perverts." As a casual cultivator, I wandered all over the world, and I didn't meet a few perverts, so I'm ashamed to brag about my wandering life in those years.

Ying Fanghu had a smile in his eyes: "I want to make you a corpse doll and stay by my side forever. When the time comes, you and I will perform the marriage ceremony of South Vietnam, and you will be my wife from now on. We live in the same quilt and die in the same hole." .”

"Then you will find that the bed is very crowded," Miao Congshu said, "because there are so many people."

Ying Fanghu: "Don't try to provoke me."

Miao Congshu: "Actually, I'm just hitting you."

Ying Fanghu tilted his head and asked, "Why don't you want me? You should like me very much. From the way you act, I really think you like me very much."

Miao said from a special point to an end: "The pursuit requires an initial investment, and if you find that the return is insufficient, you will stop the loss in time."

There is no reservation when you love, and you will never look back when you leave.The scary thing is that you can take away the love you put in at any time, just like finding that the valuation and the actual difference are too big, so you throw it away, turn around and leave.

This attitude is as scumbag as the king of the sea.

Ying Fanghu felt a pain in his heart, he held his heart on his chest with some doubts, his eyes drifted past the row of corpse puppets on the wall, and finally fell to a pile of tools and paraffin wax for making corpse puppets on the ground.

At this moment, Miao Congshu found that his fingers could move, so he picked at the seams between his nails.The nails of the middle finger were directly bleeding, and the subtle pain immediately rushed to Tianling Gai.

He glanced at Ying Fanghu's dejected appearance, he didn't feel it, he didn't feel distressed, at most he sighed: It's so beautiful.

But the beauty is the skin, and the blackness and cruelty inside the Ying Fang Hu will not be reduced at all.

When Miao Congshu entered the Ten Thousand Devils Cave by mistake, the Ying Fanghu he met was still a dirty and dusty little demon cultivator with low roots and cultivation, and was often bullied.

The low-level demon cultivators wanted to take him away and keep him as a pet, but he resisted desperately and bit off the throats of those low-level demon cultivators.The monster wanted to eat him, but he also ate him in turn.Anyway, he was close to death, jumping on the verge of death every day, and if he survived, he should not die.

Miao Congshu said that he lived in Yingfanghu's cave, but in fact, the cave was dark, damp and cold, even the cold-tolerant and shade-loving monsters in Wanmo Cave disliked it.But he lived here for nearly ten years, and after ten years, Ying Fanghu's face opened, and he was so gorgeous.

He was a beautiful young man who was easily coveted and trampled on. More importantly, he did not have advanced cultivation, which meant that anyone could plunder him.

——The people who later proved that the thoughts and actions of the above ideas were all cut off by Ying Fanghu as leeks, sucked up and turned into human stems, and thrown into the back mountain as fertilizer.

No one expected that Ying Fanghu had entered the Shura Dao, and the suffering and torture in the first half of his life were just the necessary way to enter the Dao practice.

Miao never guessed.

He thought he was taking the road to get rich by developing the planting industry, simple and mellow without so many routines.But when he looked back, he found that Ying Fanghu was walking over the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and said with a smile that he would make him into a corpse doll and keep it by his side forever.

It was such a sudden surprise that he was so scared that he ran away that night without saying anything.

Miao Congshu: "And I want to live a few more years."

Ying Fanghu came over, squatted in front of Miao Congshu and looked up at him: "You won't die, you just become a corpse puppet. Nanyue has an ancient art of puppet control, which can turn a living person into a corpse puppet that will never age or die. The soul is sealed in the heart—" He pressed Miao Congshu's heart, feeling the regular heartbeat under his palm. "Give you half of my blood, and you will live and die with me."

After a pause, he asked, "Is it not good?"

"Not good." Miao Congshu refused: "It's okay to talk about love, just try to change me."

Isn't he just to be relaxed and enjoy the wonders of the world and gourmet food?When a casual cultivator occasionally sits cross-legged and retreats for a year or two, isn't it just to continue living?Keep going because you haven't played enough!

To be a corpse puppet who can't eat, drink or play freely, it's a shame for him.

The deformed living environment has shaped Ying Fanghu's distorted and perverted psychology. He doesn't understand Miao Congshu, and only paranoidly thinks that it's good to keep him.

He ignored the pain in his heart, picked up Miao Congshu, went to the middle of the courtyard and put him on a chair.

The Eight Immortals table and all kinds of melons and fruits have been placed in the courtyard, and red silk is hung everywhere, and a full and bright full moon has risen in the sky.

Ying Fanghu said: "The full moon is full. When you get married and auspicious, it is also the best time to make corpse puppets." He took out a dagger and cut three times on his wrist, staring at the blood pouring into the small hole without blinking. Copper basin.

Seeing the silver dagger approaching, Miao Congshu said, "I think I should be able to make another shot. Maybe I will be rewarded tomorrow."

Ying Fanghu shook his head: "There are too many people around you. I don't want to sleep more than a dozen people in one bed."

Miao Congshu: "It's not that much." With a few more exes, he really doesn't have enough money.

"One after another, that's enough." Ying Fanghu laughed, his face turned pale due to excessive blood loss: "Now it's me who will stop the loss in time, and I will ask for something in return."

Miao Congshu: "..." The most extreme mouth smell, the deadliest response.

It is impossible to persuade Ying Fanghu to give up making him a corpse doll, so Miao Congshu curled up his fingers and concentrated all his strength on his left arm.

When Ying Fanghu squatted down and held up his right hand and was about to strike twice, Miao Congshu snatched the dagger abruptly.The sharp knife was supposed to pierce Ying Fanghu's neck, but the angle was off, and it only pierced into his shoulder.

Ying Fanghu clutched his shoulders, blood dripping from between his fingers.He stared at Miao Congshu in disbelief, his eyes turned red instantly.

"How can you kill me?"

"Don't yell, you're not dead yet." Miao Congshu calmly said, "Wait for me to make two more stabs."

Ying Fanghu pulled out the dagger on his shoulder, his hands and shoulders were covered in blood.He stood up and looked down at Miao Congshu: "You must have used all your strength in the blow just now. It's a pity that I couldn't kill you with a single blow. I can't die, so Shushu has to accompany me. You are mine."

At this moment, Ying Fanghu was eerily calm.

Miao Congshu: "If it was a quarter of an hour ago, I would kneel down and beg for mercy without hesitation. But now you are standing behind your two seniors, I think they should disagree with the sentence 'I am yours'."

Ying Fanghu frowned, he was judging whether Miao Congshu was cheating on him.But he soon believed it, because the next moment the whole courtyard was as bright as day, and countless armored guards poured in, while Deng Qizhi and Lu Sangtu walked out of the soldiers they brought with their hands behind their backs.

Miao Congshu greeted them: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Ying Fanghu has lost too much blood and is quite weak now, which is a good time to take advantage of his illness.But Miao Congshu was in his hands, so Deng Qizhi and Lu Sangtu had to deal with him first, and the content of the conversation mainly maintained the same center: release people safely.

The ghost house in the south of the city is full of Deng Qizhi's soldiers and Lu Sangtu's heavy cavalry, and there is a row of hidden archers on the roof. It is as if a love rival is besieging and murdering a rebellious minister who is plotting to usurp the throne.

Miao Congshu, who was in the center of the storm, was the calmest, looking heartless and wanting to doze off.

Bystanders, somewhat admiring.

I have seen a lot of men, but it is really rare to see this kind of man.

Master Miao of Xianlindu has insisted for many years on the standard of a man who only cares about his face and not his character or wealth, which makes him remain calm as if he is out of the way in countless Xiuluo arenas.

If they learn one move and two moves, won't it be easy to catch up with the person they like?

Deng Qizhi and Lu Sangtu approached, and they formed a vacuum zone with Yingfanghu, and others could not hear their conversation.Miao Congshu went in his left ear and out his right ear, lacking in interest.

Deng Qizhi: "You let Miao Shu go," he was still used to the name Miao Shu. "We let you go."

Ying Fanghu: "Why? If I die, he must die with me."

Lu Sangtu: "When you die, we will crush your bones and ashes, throw them into the stinky ditch, and feed them to the dogs. And Miao Shu will be buried in my tomb, with me in the same coffin, and will be my person for life after life."

Deng Qizhi's eyes were a little cold, but he didn't open his mouth to refute.

Lu Sangtu: "And you and him will never be possible."

Deng Qizhi: "Now you have two choices. If you let Miao Shu go, we will let you go too. If you kill Miao Shu, you will die too, and you will never see Miao Shu again."

Before Ying Fanghu could use Nanyue thaumaturgy, the threat of Deng Qizhi and Lu Sangtu really hit the most unbearable pain in him.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of not seeing Miao Congshu.

"Okay." He said suddenly. "I'll talk to Shushu, you take five steps back."

Miao Congshu came back to his senses suddenly, and saw the blood-stained Ying Fanghu approaching, his face enlarged in his pupils.An insignificant kiss landed on the hair, and he heard Ying Fanghu say: "I was just testing you just now, I didn't really want to kill you."

"My puppetry is not good enough. I can't make the puppet more like a normal person for the time being. I'm trying to improve it so that the puppet can share my lifespan and cultivation without losing my five senses."

"I really, just wanted to keep you."

Miao Congshu blinked and said to him, "But I don't like it."

At this time, Deng Qizhi came over, picked up Miao Congshu from Ying Fanghu's side, and carried him away.It didn't take long for all the soldiers, heavy cavalry and archers to retreat quickly like running water.

In the vast and empty courtyard, only Ying Fanghu, half of his body stained with blood, was left slumped on the chair Miao Congshu had been sitting on.Five fingers curled up to cover his face, and that beautiful face was instantly stained with a few bloody finger prints.

His face was upturned, his pupils were dull and lifeless.

Muttering something in his mouth, no one heard clearly.

Worrying about his injury, the dumb slave moved forward, and when he got closer, he heard Ying Fanghu whispering: "Don't like it? Say you don't like it now? How can it be? I said that, but I still don't accept it. I just want to leave. It's all an excuse..."

The content became more and more paranoid and ruthless, and even the dumb slave felt that every word he uttered seemed to smack of blood.

..

The carriage carriage was quite stable, on the quiet street only the sound of the wheels rolling over the stone slabs could be heard, but the government soldiers and heavy cavalry were as quiet as ghosts.

The poison on Miao Congshu's body has been detoxified, so he can move, but now he dare not move.

He sat cross-legged in the innermost part of the car. In fact, he wanted to face the car wall if he could, but there were two exes on the left and right and they didn't allow it.So the current situation is that there are two exes on the left and right, with an innocent little baby in the middle.

Lu Sangtu said: "He lives in my house."

Deng Qizhi: "That won't work. He is the one I want to marry, and he can live in my house."

Lu Sangtu: "As early as four years ago, he was with me."

Deng Qizhi: "It's already been divided."

Lu Sangtu fiddled with his Buddhist beads, opened his eyes and looked at Miao Congshu: "Where do you want to live?"

Deng Qizhi also looked over, waiting for his answer.

Miao Congshu: "Miao Mansion."

The two ignored it at the same time, but did not argue any more.One silently recited the Buddha's gatha with his eyes closed, and the other took out the official documents to read. Miao Congshu glanced left and right, and began to miss his Yu Fuli in his heart.

After a while, Lu Sangtu spoke first: "There is a house near Xianlin Mansion. It is usually quiet and quiet. It is a good place for Tibetans."

Deng Qizhi recalled the topography there in his mind, and determined that the distance from this house to Lu Sangtu's Marquis Mansion was the same as his own.He nodded in agreement: "In case some people take advantage of the convenient terrain to play tricks, I will send government soldiers to protect Miao Shu."

Lu Sangtu: "Yes."

So the two made a plan, first place Miao Congshu in a house near Xianlin Mansion, and then compete fairly.

Whether it will be fair or not, of course, is uncertain.

Miao Congshu was a little dazed, feeling that the peace in front of him was strange and dangerous.

He remembered the restricted storybooks he had read before, with similar developments and routines, two men vying for love for the protagonist.He watched it with relish and followed the bets, but suddenly found that the three rolled together!

He was not young at that time, but he still suddenly felt that he was too young.

Could Lu Sangtu and Deng Qizhi...

Miao Congshu's pupils trembled, and he shook his head and refused: "To be honest, my waist is not good."