My villain's vest can't cover it [Rebirth]

The task of the dance team is extremely simple. In Yan Bujing's view, all he has to do is to twist all the way until he doesn't return to the palace. He just wants to take the opportunity of patrolling the streets to investigate the current situation of Moyu.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the wooden door opened, with the creaking sound, he was stunned.

On a brightly lit night, there are enchanted balls of fire floating in the air everywhere. The night is as bright as the day, and the children are running and shouting excitedly, chasing each other so happy. Young men and women can't tell who is who. Who is the devil, there are always people peeking at the people around them coquettishly, unable to hide the joy on their faces, and there are also people who pass the lotus lanterns in their hands to others to express their affection.

For a person, the skin can be changed, the body can be changed, but the soul cannot be changed, and the happiness from the heart cannot be hidden.

Therefore, everything in front of you is real.

Yan Bujing rubbed his eyes, his eye sockets felt sore.It turns out that the people in Demon Realm are so happy now, so he can rest assured.It seems that the current Demon Lord should not be bad.

If there was anything in his previous life that made him miss the most, it must be the entire Demon Race.

Now that everyone is safe and well, that heart is really let go.

The mood suddenly became lighter, and Yan Bujing's whole body began to waver.If he said that he just twisted and twisted casually just now, he is dancing now, which is called hi.

As soon as the dance team came, the music of silk and bamboo began, and the drum beat together, the atmosphere was instantly ignited. Like a hundred flowers blooming, dozens of beautiful and moving demon women twisted their graceful waists to wink at the people on the street, throwing out from time to time Two candies, provoked people to shout: "Here! And here!"

Especially the one who led the dancer. I don't know how many men stuck their eyes to it and couldn't get it off.There is no way, who would want Yan Bujing's face to be so troublesome, when he is happy, he dances happily, when he laughs, it is like the morning mist, making those men covet him all the way.

Whistling and laughing, Yan Bujing was sweating profusely, until he saw the girl with braided horns waving wildly at him and shouting from afar: "Sister, come on!"

He responded: "Hey!"

Anyway, no one knows who he is, how can anyone point out his real body through the skin: Hey!This is the lord of the palace of no return before the unforgivable extermination of crimes by heaven and earth——Yan Bujing!

?

Impossible.

Just play and have fun.

He threw the cloak at a man who was waving at him, and cast a winking eye. When he turned around and looked back, he didn't know what he saw, his eyes widened suddenly, his body stiffened for a moment, and he kicked out instinctively: "Look! Groove! Yuliuyin!"

The little girl with croissant braids stood beside him dumbfounded, and ran over to grab the hem of his clothes in two or three steps; "Sister, he is my brother..."

Yan Bujing came back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "He is clearly Yu Liuyin, I will never admit this face!"

The girl couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister, look, it's all Yuliuyin!"

Yan Bujing raised his head, looked around, and was stunned for a moment, this...

On the left is Yuliuyin, on the right is Yuliuyin, in the front is Yuliuyin, and in the back is Yuliuyin.Yuliuyin is everywhere.

"Sister, you just asked why there is no Yuliuyin candy, because the Yuliuyin candy was sold out as early as two months ago! The boss of Mousefang insisted that rare things are more expensive, and he is not willing to sell more gone."

I didn't notice just now, Yan Bujing is really cold from the soles of his feet.

It's not good for this group of people to pretend to be anyone, but Yu Liuyin is the one person he doesn't want to meet in his life. It's just that he has a strong cultivation base, but he's the most difficult to deal with. His eyes are so poisonous. Nothing can be hidden from him.

Yan Bujing only felt that he had fallen into Yuliuyin's nest... This feeling was so terrifying that it could be described as creepy.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Shangxian Qiongze's prestige in the Demon Realm still lingers for a long time.Yan Bujing twisted and twisted, and said to the shofar braid: "Little sister, can you do me a favor?"

The shofar braid nodded: "Okay, my sister said."

"My sister is thirsty and wants to drink some wine to cheer me up. Look where there is wine, how about getting some for my sister?" He bent down and whispered.Unexpectedly, there were many and crowded people behind him, and someone who killed Qiandao pinched his ass.

He gritted his teeth resentfully in order not to get angry in front of the children.

The shofar braid ran away.

Yan Bujing wanted to sneak away, but when he turned around, he bumped into someone suddenly, a wooden gourd shook in front of him, and the wine in it was splashing, Yan Bujing's eyes straightened immediately.

The gourd cover was opened, and the aroma of wine overflowed. He excitedly said: "Peach branch brewing!"

Yan Bujing has been thinking about this wine for hundreds of years, and he couldn't help himself in the moment of excitement: "Can I have a sip?"

The other party handed it over: "Of course."

Yan Bujing took a big sip, raised his eyes, and took a good look at the person in front of him.

This person was carrying a lyre, and his green clothes were like rolling mountains in the mist and rain. The upper half of his face was covered by a white mask, his lower jaw was exposed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was slowly looking at Yan Bujing.

Yan Bujing is also looking at him.This person's clothes have dark patterns on it, luxurious and low-key, he is a character.He rolled his eyes, shyly fell into his arms, said "Oops", and said timidly: "My lord, the little girl is too strong to drink, she is already drunk."

The wine gourd shook, and the man in the green shirt had a faint smile: "Well, if you drink the whole pot of peach branch wine, you will naturally get drunk."

Yan Bujing nodded: "Young Master, if you don't dislike it, just take..." He was shocked, stood up straight and jumped out of his arms. He didn't look weak and boneless just now. He was wearing a suit with the characteristics of the demon race The revealing clothing, waist thrust, squinting.

"who are you?"

This person is dangerous.

This was Yan Bujing's first reaction.

The man in the green shirt looked at Yan Bujing curiously, laughed, clasped his hands together, and said, "There are qin waves in Xia Penglai Xiandao, I didn't intend to offend you, but I just thought you were very happy dancing in the dance team in women's attire. I walked down because of some curiosity for a while, I hope the young master is not to be blamed."

This person spoke politely, looked gentle and refined, and his tone of voice made people feel comfortable.

Yan Bujing waved his hand: "It's just to make a living, you think I want to pretend to be a woman."

As soon as the words were closed, as if to cooperate with Yan Bujing, his stomach that hadn't barked in 80 or [-] years——grumble.called.

awkward atmosphere...

His eyes widened.

His stomach growled... Yan Bujing couldn't remember how many years he hadn't felt hungry.

This body is really, "like a human being".

The man in the blue shirt smiled and said: "It seems that the young master is really hungry. If you don't dislike it, why don't you follow me down to eat something and have a few drinks?"

"Just you?" Yan Bujing asked, he really wanted to go, but it was not because he wanted to eat, but because he was greedy for his peach branch stuffing.It would be fine if he didn't drink it, but he just tasted half of the pot, which directly aroused his greed.

The man in the green shirt shook his head: "I made an appointment with a friend, but now my friend has been waiting for him for half an hour and he still doesn't come. I guess he won't come tonight. Hey, it's a waste of me." Those ten pots of peach branch brewing."

"Let's go." Yan Bujing pulled him away, don't talk nonsense, and leave quickly.You can say anything with peach branch stuffing!

The man in the green shirt slightly hooked his mouth behind him, and his eyes seemed to have a flash of light in an invisible place.

What Yan Bujing drank was so refreshing!

It's been a long time, I haven't drank so satisfyingly, so happy!

Small bridges and flowing water, lotus leaves dotted, one boat and one table, two people.

There are various river lanterns floating on the surface of the lake, and the restaurant can do business. The restaurant is opened in the lake, and one table is a boat. People sit on the boat to drink and chat freely.

There are several river lanterns within half a meter of the water waves.

Most of them looked like lotus flowers, Yan Bujing was a little dizzy after drinking the last sip.

As the ship swayed, seeing people coming and going on the bridge, he involuntarily let out a "tss", squinted his eyes and said, "These people, none of them have learned the essence of Yuliuyin." Pointing to the bridge, the man in the green shirt looked over.

"Oh? Could it be that the young master has seen Shangxian Qiongze?"

"Hi—" Yan Bujing sneered, "What kind of immortal is he, he's not as good as me! Isn't it because he's a little colder, has more magic weapons, and is a little taller, like an ice pile, where, where alright."

The man in the green shirt asked with great interest: "Shangxian Qiongze is so popular nowadays, it's rare to see someone who doesn't like him. Young Master is very interesting, but he doesn't like to see Shangxian Qiongze so much."

Yan Bujing lay on the boat, showing his little finger: "He is in front of me, that is, this."

He suddenly hooked his lips and said with a smile: "I want him to kneel, but he will never dare to get up."

The man in the green shirt shook his head: "My lord, you are too drunk, that's Shangxian Qiongze."

You can't talk nonsense.

The gentle shaking of the boat made Yan Bujing more and more drunk.

In the daze, his eyelids drooped so much, he didn't know what he said in a daze, it seemed that he mentioned accepting apprentices, and took the opportunity to say a lot of bad things about Yu Liuyin.

Laughing at him for leading his disciples into a popsicle that is even colder than him, and so on.

Yan Bujing got drunk, laughed, and rocked the boat to the bridge.

"Sansheng Bridge." He read out the name of the bridge slowly, talking nonsense drunkenly: "One life is enough, who wants three lives for three lives?"

The stars in the lake were reflected all over the place, the lake surface was lit up by candles, and there were still people putting river lanterns on the river bank, and even clusters of flames were floating in mid-air.

He likes the firelight the most, the burning temperature can make him feel the jump of life.

It's just that the heat of a spark always distorts things.

For example, at this very moment—the man standing on the bridge.

Dressed in white clothes, it seems that you are about to ride the wind and escape, and you seem to escape the six realms, with no desires or desires.

As the saying goes, I don't know that the snow is falling in the world, but it was the Jiuzhong Immortal.

Yan Bujing rowed the boat over, under the bridge, pointed at the man on the bridge with a foolish smile, and said to the man in the blue shirt, "After watching it all night, this person is the most like Yu Liuyin."

The man in the green shirt followed the direction he was pointing at, took off his mask, looked at the person on the bridge, and nodded with a smile.

As the wind blows, the river lanterns on the lake rush to one place, the boat wobbles, and Yan Bujing almost loses his footing.Holding the mast of the ship, he was obviously very drunk, but his eyes were as bright as the flames floating around.

That nondescript attire, long black hair, and a waist that was not covered in the slightest.

This scene completely fell into the eyes of the people on the bridge.

He watched coldly, seeing the people on the boat make a fool of themselves, pointing at himself and repeating.

"This talent is most like Yu Liuyin!"

The people on the bridge looked indifferently and coldly, as if looking at the inconspicuous river lantern among the thousands of stars on the lake.

Yan Bujing yelled loudly, calling the people on the other boats to look on the bridge: "I tell you, Yu Liuyin has this face, he is bored, he can't laugh, he can't make trouble, he looks like a wooden pole A lot of people are chasing after him. If I were my daughter, I wouldn’t like it. Fortunately, you still act like him every day. It’s boring, it’s boring. If I were you, hahahaha, I would definitely be like Yan Bujing! No Returning Palace Master! How handsome, how majestic, how amazing! Hahahaha!"

Yan Bujing didn't know, when he shouted out from the Palace Master of Not Returning, everyone's expressions on the lake became rigid, and the person on the bridge was originally a cold mountain wading in the world, with thin and cold eyes, but because of the "Yan Bujing" Jing", suddenly turned his gaze to him.

Before he had time to find out the meaning behind his eyes, Yan Bujing was blocked by the man in green shirt before he stepped forward.

He bowed to the people on the bridge, smiled lightly and said: "My friend, this young master is drunk, don't think it's strange."

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On the second day after Wen Sang's death, his mother matched him with a ghost marriage, so let's match it, but his mother even matched him with a ten-year-old child, and said that he was a son of some fairy family who was specially looking for someone to calculate. , is a person who can bring blessings to him in his next life!

Wen Sang was floating underground, wearing a red wedding dress and a red hijab, sneering: "Childish, the son of the immortal family can marry me casually?"

Unexpectedly, the staff of the underworld would not let him reincarnate because of this ghost marriage, saying that he had violated the law on the protection of underage ghosts and the crime of forced marriage of children. WT*F?Yikes Q dead rice?

Wen Sang:? ? ? ? ? ?

He was angry: "You can believe my mother's random marriage to the ghost? How could the son of a god and a god have anything to do with me? Besides!" Wen Sang pointed to the sky, furious at the sky: "This ten-year-old bastard hasn't even grown all his hair. Even the birds can’t see it, and you still want me to marry him, bah! Let him have his big dream.”

As a result, this scolding made him a widow in the underworld for 100 years.

Wen Sang cried and yelled QAQ, and he wouldn't let me scold me because of Mao.

100 years later, Wen Sang was reincarnated.

finally!finally!

However, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was not a baby, but a 20-year-old boy lying on the bed.

Wen Sang got up inexplicably, and thought to himself, good guy, are you reincarnating directly to develop a system these days?

A powerful figure on the opposite side of the bed was leisurely tasting the red wine in his hand, watching him wake up in a leisurely manner.

Wen Sang was respectful and obedient: "Who are you?"

Fu Chu's eyes in the night were so deep that people dare not look directly at them.

He said, "Your...husband."

Wen Sang: "Huh?"

Fu Chu: "The one you scolded didn't have full hair, couldn't see birds, and had a dream of spring and autumn—husband."

Wen Sang:?