The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

There was no need to order at the tea stand, and the freshest Sophora japonica honey water was served immediately.

As soon as these two people appeared, the whole world was suddenly refreshed, and they were truly flourishing.

The voices of the tea guests unconsciously softened a little, and they couldn't help but glance at it from the corner of their eyes. Those who were in a hurry were willing to rest for a while if they were not in a hurry.

The small tea shed was quickly filled with seats inside and out, only the two of them were at Zhong Qing's table.

Although the young man in red and black shirt had a handsome and gorgeous face, his brows seemed to be somewhat pure and clear, under the cold and indifferent aura, there was an indescribable mystery of fierceness and mystery.

It makes people feel cold when they see it, love and fear at the same time.

There was no one around Zhong Qing, only those twinkling and melancholy peach blossom eyes were quietly looking at Gu Xiangzhi without blinking.Maybe it's because of his indifferent temperament, maybe it's because he deliberately restrained himself, or maybe it's because the face similar to He Jiuqing's is too good-looking, but fortunately, he can't make people feel that he is infatuated and stupid.

Gu Jinxiao looked down at the honey water of fresh white Sophora japonica flowers floating in the rough porcelain bowl, and thought of He Jiuqing who was beside Gu Mowen.

The Crane Immortal makes wine with all the tastes of the world. I don't know if in the past hundred years, he has also sat at this roadside tea stand, smiled and listened to the past, picked the flowers and leaves of the ancient pagoda tree in Chang'an, and brewed a pot of fairy wine.

The cold voice seemed to be filled with the loneliness of a rainy day: "This honey water must be very sweet, you just laughed."

Gu Jinxiao came back to her senses, raised her eyebrows slightly, and there was no slight tear in her eyes.

Zhong Qing put the delicate light blue porcelain bowl in front of him, and said softly: "Drink this."

He himself took the thick tea bowl in front of Gu Xiangzhi, and drank it in one gulp without paying attention.

The thick porcelain bowls of the tea stalls are so thick that the honey water will overflow the corners of the lips if you are not careful.

This style of carrying fine utensils with him wherever he goes, is really similar to He Jiuqing.

Gu Jinxiao picked up the celadon cup and touched it slightly.

"I'm thinking, it's been almost a month, and I haven't seen Three Thousand Snow Ridge, Tiandaoliu and Ghost Sword. If you are not in a hurry, you can send me a message when you have news. I have other things to do..."

"It's urgent." Zhong Qing's voice followed closely, looking down at the tea bowl, "The more I think about it, the more I want to be resurrected."

He raised his eyes to look at Gu Xiangzhi, with a light smile, not like the arrogant and contemptuous look in Gu Jinxiao's memory.It seems that in front of Gu Xiangzhi, whether it is Lin Youhuang or Zhong Qing, they seem to suppress the sinister and sharp side of their nature.

There was a slight trace of confusion in his eyes, and then dissipated: "If you want to see your brother, Gu Mowen and I are also old friends. Why don't I send him a letter to catch up on the old days."

Gu Jinxiao glanced at him, reminiscing about the past?

He picked up the celadon cup and drank the remaining honey water, then said calmly: "When you think of Gu Jin, he will definitely find you to catch up on the old days."

Zhong Qing was slightly puzzled: "Isn't Gu Jin you? Could it be that he doesn't want me to like you?"

"I don't want to."

"Why? Just because you're actually a man..."

Gu Jinxiao looked at him quietly with his head sideways, his eyes were cold and clean: "You can think about it yourself, if I tell you..."

Zhong Qing frowned in confusion: "Why do I think of Gu Jin, and Gu Mo asked me to catch up on the old days? Gu Jin is him..."

Gu Jinxiao looked at him without blinking.

"...someone he also likes?" Zhong Qing frowned, "So, he doesn't want me to like you?"

Without waiting for Gu Xiangzhi to say anything, Zhong Qing shook his head in denial, staring at Gu Xiangzhi intently: "It's impossible, how could I like someone else? I only like you, unless you are Gu Jin. There can be no other."

Gu Jinxiao looked at him quietly for a few breaths, her brows were calm and cold, heartless and heartless.

Where does so much love come from, that demon is just too lonely, he doesn't remember anything, nothing belongs to him alone, so he can only grab the only thing left at hand.

Whether it's Gu Xiangzhi or Gu Jin, when he thinks about everything, he knows it's just a small misunderstanding that he just laughed off.

Because, Gu Jinxiao herself used to be like this.

He lowered his eyes: "It's not a big deal, if you can't wait to think about it, I can tell you now that Gu Jin is..."

The noisy sound suddenly sounded, and the sharp whistling sound overwhelmed all the sounds.

A cold and hostile air rose suddenly. It was clearly a bright morning sun, but in an instant, the willows were misty and the sun was covered by dark clouds.

Everyone at the tea stall panicked and hid their heads to hide. Gu Jinxiao subconsciously stood up to watch, but was held down by Zhong Qing who was sitting quietly.

This kind of vision must not be created by ordinary people.

Gu Jinxiao is an alchemist, but the bell and chime are not equal, and they are the same kind as the other party.

Zhong Qing looked calm and shook his head.

The light in his eyes was slow, slightly uneasy, and he looked at the place where the mist roared, and he suddenly clenched his left hand with the palm facing outward, and flicked his sleeve.

It was as if something was being dragged by an invisible rope, and it was dragged here immediately, and fell heavily to the table.

Gu Jinxiao twirled a willow leaf in the wind with two fingers of his left hand, closed his eyes and lightly touched the sea between his eyebrows, his lips moved slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and randomly drew it under his eyes with two fingers holding the willow leaf.

Looking up, the surroundings are surrounded by a gloomy and transparent white fog like paper money, and in the white paper-like fog, there are ghosts of resentment like crimson red gauze on all sides.

Without sanity but malice, he surrounded and tightened around, and came towards the figure wrapped in dark purple robes in front of the table.

The figure in the dark purple robe was like a skinned civet cat, even more like a ghost than those paper money and painted skins, trembling constantly, but unable to speak a word.

"Oh, I didn't expect the ghosts to be so bold now. He Jiuqing knows how to make his wine every day, and he doesn't care about it." Zhong Qing tilted his face and looked at Gu Xiangzhi casually.

Gu Xiangzhi clasped his fingers together, the willow leaves between his fingers fell to his palms, spread out his fingers, and blew lightly.

Those cold eyes looked forward from the beginning to the end, as if they were looking at the people behind the scenes who drove them further away through the white paper painting skin.

The willow leaves in the palm of the hand fluttered out, passing through the white paper-like mist, and the moment they touched it, it was like a fire was ignited.

The mist was like real paper money, it was instantly caught by the fire and could not escape in the blink of an eye, and burned up together with the crimson red gauze beauty depicted on the white paper.

In the burnt mist, a thin piece of paper floated, transparent and porcelain white, and landed squarely on the table in front of Gu Jinxiao.

From the eyes of the people around, it was just sand and rocks flying suddenly, a gust of fog and strong wind rose, and it was blown away quickly and disappeared.

"It's really evil."

Everyone helped each other up, and helped up the tables and chairs that had been blown down by the wind and hit by them.

"Fortunately, it didn't come to us."

Someone noticed the actions of those two people, thinking that just now when the evil wind suddenly blew up, neither the surroundings of the two people nor the tea stand were affected.

Thinking of the extraordinary demeanor of those two people, he suddenly thought of something, until he saw the shivering mass of dark purple lying on the ground in front of the table.

"what is this?"

"It can't be an animal."

"In human clothes."

"Hey, hurry up, it's either a monster or some kind of disease."

At first, Zhong Qing rested his chin and looked at them leisurely, he didn't know what he was thinking casually, and suddenly turned his head and glanced at them, the sharp and indifferent eyes were faint and charming, with a smile that was not a smile.

Everyone got up and ran wildly in shock, not daring to make a sound.

Even the owner of the tea stand shivered and retreated far away, praying to Amitabha Buddha and begging them to leave quickly so that he could come back and continue his business.

Gu Jinxiao lowered her eyes to look at the figure wrapped in purple clothes, and turned her head to look at the thin paper falling in the white mist in front of the table.

Seeing that the man in white and green feathers was about to reach out to touch the white paper, the figure in the purple-clothed package immediately became agitated, shaking his head frantically, anxious to pull Gu Xiangzhi, but shrank and did not reach out his hand.

Zhong Qing smiled lightly, and took the lead in picking up the corner of the paper: "I've never heard of such a paper money ghost."

The paper trembled slightly, as if it was blown by the wind because it was too thin, and there was no other reaction, just like real thin paper.

Gu Jinxiao said lightly: "This is a soul paper made of corpse fat. There are many schools of Taoist alchemy, and there are even more heretics. Such a piece of paper can be used in many ways."

Zhong Qing's eyes were slightly curved, and he blinked slightly: "Then this person is..."

"It should be that the soul was drawn on the soul paper, and only her skin was taken, and her voice was captured, but her life was not taken."

Zhong Qing couldn't help laughing: "So ruthless and stupid, how did he survive to this day, shouldn't he?"

Gu Jinxiao stretched out his hand, unfolded the long piano, and said while playing: "The murderer does not directly take the skin of the person, but the skin of the soul. The victim is not dead, but his fate is taken away or changed. If the murderer uses these If you change your face with the soul paper of the hunter, it is equivalent to becoming them. If the method is clever enough, even the cause and effect of heaven can't find her."

The light blue sound range swam to the human figure wrapped in purple clothes like running water, but after playing a song, even though it was covered with blood, there was still not an inch of skin recovered on the human figure's light red flesh.

"Huh," Zhong Qing was astonished, half genuine, "Can't even your piano sound heal you?"

Gu Jinxiao put away the piano, and said softly: "It's not the body that hurts, but the soul. Naturally, it can only be healed to this extent. There is no skin that was taken from her on this soul paper. If you can't find it, you can't heal it."

Zhong Qing lazily pointed at the ball of purple clothes: "Little raccoon cat, my wife is an alchemist, tell me which villain stole your soul, my wife is kind and will help you."

Gu Jinxiao glanced at him, wondering what he was thinking.

"She even had her tongue taken away by the soul paper. I'm afraid her soul won't be able to speak if she dies. If you ask her, it's better to ask the paper."

Zhong Qing poked at the thin paper and blinked innocently: "Could it be the legendary paper fairy that pokes it with a pen and asks it anything, and it will answer?"

Without waiting for Gu Xiangzhi to say anything, Zhong Qing took out a brush and played happily: "The paper fairy, the paper fairy, tell me, what is the lady thinking?"

The pen didn't move, the paper slid by itself, and two characters were written: bell and chime.

Zhong Qing squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's really interesting."

Gu Jinxiao looked at him quietly, took the pen in his hand, lowered his eyes and wrote the words Gu Xiangzhi under the word Zhong Qing.

Shenlong recovered from his busy schedule, looked at him with his head, and chatted with him secretly: [Gu Jinxiao, what are you doing?Practice calligraphy.Wow, this is soul paper!Who is so mad?How perfect the finished product is to cut the souls of many people on a piece of paper. 】

To some extent, Shenlong's three views are always crooked to the nine secluded and eighteen hells.

Gu Jinxiao was indifferent, and said softly: "We are forming a team, preparing to download a dungeon, and take a look at Master Yanlong's so-called perfection, are you coming?"

[Come, come, of course I'm coming, such an interesting thing.After I get rid of He Jiuqing's crane, I will come to play with you. 】

Zhong Qing took Gu Xiangzhi's hand, and pressed the other hand on the paper, a burst of red light lit up from his palm.

In the blink of an eye, the two people, the man in purple on the ground, and even the carriage when they came, all disappeared.

A faint blue lantern was lit, and Xi Shen Beidou led the way.

Zhong Qing drove the carriage.

Sitting in the car was Gu Xiangzhi and a woman in purple. She was wearing a bamboo hat, covering her entire face.

Gu Jinxiao didn't look sideways, looking ahead.

Zhong Qing leaned lazily in front of the car, the curtain was lifted, and the people in the car could see the outside at a glance.

Outside is a long deserted road full of weeds, with hills, jungles and heavy fog on both sides, a gloomy darkness, night and day.

The carriage chased Xi Shen Beidou and soon stopped in front of a mass grave.

Shenlong snorted, he didn't expect to be so lonely.

There was a rustling sound, and soon, a bunch of inhuman monsters crawled out of it.

Gu Jinxiao chatted secretly with Shenlong: Your perfection.

Shenlong covers his eyes: [A pair of parts, these are the parts for using the human soul as a dress-up game. 】

"If Master Shenlong doesn't look at it, I'm going to be overthrown."

[Dududu, fast. 】

Gu Xiangzhi floated in mid-air, surrounded by three identical shadows, plucking the strings with lowered eyes.

Ripples and ripples in the light blue sound lake alternated, and those remnant souls who had no consciousness but resentment wandered in the sound lake, some slowly dissipated, and some returned to a complete human form.

What's more is the resentful Hongsha who is constantly struggling to attack, but is smashed one by one by the wandering spells in the sound of the piano.

Soon, there was only a slightly complete figure left, huddled in the shadows.

Gu Jinxiao opened his eyes and fell back to the ground.

"A person who possesses the soul paper technique can't be killed in a hurry. Unless, either, he must destroy all his soul papers, or find his original predecessor to lock. Otherwise, as long as there is a glimmer of life, he can just change his body." The clothes are the same, but the body is changed. This remnant soul should know something."

Zhong Qing looked at Gu Xiangzhi without blinking, his peach blossom eyes twinkled faintly, he seemed to be smiling but not smiling, thoughtful, and remained silent.

Gu Jinxiao glanced at it, and asked softly, "Do you have something to say?"

Zhong Qing held his face sideways, blinked lightly, and said very seriously: "The way you cast spells and catch ghosts like an alchemist is so beautiful."

Gu Jinxiao: "...Thank you."

Shenlong's tail covered his eyes: [Uh, he and He Jiuqing are really similar in birth, but it's hard to imagine that He Jiuqing would have such a thick skin, otherwise I would suspect that the relationship between the two of them is mutual acquaintance and Mo Wen. 】

Gu Jinxiao's brows were quiet, indifferent: "It's not like, it can't be a person."