The Demon and the Puppeteer

At eight o'clock in the morning, Xue Mengmeng was happily putting on makeup in front of the vanity mirror. At Yan Ziyu's invitation, she made up her mind not to go to school today, and planned to stay in Guishen all day.

Xue Mengmeng changed her gothic style from the past, put on bright red lipstick on her lips, and her complexion was very ruddy. She wore a black tight skirt and [-]cm high heels, trying to make herself look sexy and mature.

Thinking that Xue Yanshi should leave Guishen to go to work at this time, Xue Mengmeng came to Guishen, otherwise her father would definitely educate her, and she was so annoyed to death.

Walking in the ghostly place, I met Mr. Q first. Mr. Q is still listless as usual, with bangs, eyelids drooping, and always chewing bubble gum in his mouth.

Mr. Q saw Xue Mengmeng when they were one meter away. Mr. Q's eyelids rolled up slightly, and the bubbles in his mouth burst halfway through with a "pop".

"Brother, how do you think I'm dressed today?" Xue Mengmeng brushed her hair, and winked at Mr. Q, her eyelids were sparkling with glitter.

Mr. Q kept walking. When he got close to Xue Mengmeng, he stroked her hair and left silently.

"So is it good-looking or not good-looking?..." Xue Mengmeng mumbled and came to the room where Yan Ziyu and Han Jizhi were. In order not to appear abrupt, she carried breakfast in her hand.

The door was open, and Xue Mengmeng saw Yan Ziyu's legs crossed on the bed meditating at a glance, and Han Jizhi sitting at the table reading a book at a second glance. In order not to disturb Yan Ziyu's meditation, Xue Mengmeng walked in on tiptoe and put the breakfast in his hand on the table , found that Han Jizhi was engrossed in reading, she glanced at it, and instantly flushed with shame.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Seeing Xue Mengmeng, Han Jizhi quickly closed the book, "Today I'm dressed up... outstandingly."

"Really, I think so too!" Xue Mengmeng didn't hear the momentary hesitation in Han Jizhi's mouth, he just took it as a compliment and was very happy.

"You're here." Yan Ziyu slowly opened his eyes, but in fact he just wanted to pretend to be cold.

Xue Mengmeng shyly said "Yes": "Have you had breakfast? I brought you breakfast."

Yan Ziyu said lightly: "I have eaten."

Han Jizhi smiled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Xue Mengmeng quickly waved her hand: "No trouble, no trouble."

Yan Ziyu's dark eyes stared at Xue Mengmeng: "Is there anything interesting about ghosts?"

Xue Mengmeng: "No, ghosts are quite boring, but there is a playground near ghosts..."

"We can't go out of ghosts." Han Jizhi paused and said, "I remember that when we came here, we passed a room and it felt very cold. The teacher said it was because of the thousand-year-old mysterious ice. We really want to see it, can you? "

"Yes, but ordinary people may not be able to bear it." Xue Mengmeng looked at Han Jizhi hesitantly, and the only ordinary person present was Han Jizhi.

"It doesn't matter, I have practiced a little Taoism."

In this way, the three of them came to the room with thousands of years of mysterious ice. In order to prevent Yan Ziyu and the others from freezing, Xue Mengmeng specially borrowed coats from a few guards, while she insisted on maintaining her demeanor in front of the male god. The tight skirt resolutely entered the room.

Han Jizhi and Yan Ziyu were quite surprised to be able to enter this room so easily. It seems that there is no secret of the demon race as they guessed.

Originally, their interest dropped sharply, but after seeing the person lying on the ice of the thousand-year-old Xuan*, both of them were shocked.

"Officer! That's my body!" Yan Ziyu sent a voice transmission to Han Jizhi, not hiding his surprise.

"Well, it's beautiful."

The real body looks even more charming than in the dream, and now he has his eyes closed to cover up the flirtatious brows and eyes, and he doesn't know what a magnificent scene it will be when he opens them.

Han Jizhi leaned closer to the thousand-year-old Xuan*bing, staring at the person lying on it with dark eyes, carefully watching from head to toe, and engraving it in his heart.

Yan Ziyu tentatively asked Xue Mengmeng, "Is this person dead?"

"I don't know either. He must be dead. He has no pulse or heartbeat." Xue Mengmeng hugged her arm calmly, covering the goose bumps on it.

Yan Ziyu: "Then why did you keep his body?"

Xue Mengmeng: "I heard from Mrs. Hong that my father's good friend asked my father to keep it."

"It's so cold here, it must be dozens of degrees below zero." Han Jizhi interjected, rubbing his stiff nose, "Let's go out and talk."

Yan Ziyu was slightly stunned, he still wanted to look at his own body a few more times.

"Yeah, let's go out and talk about it." Xue Mengmeng hurriedly spoke, although he said that he could withstand the extreme cold to a certain extent, but he hadn't reached that level yet.

Seeing Xue Mengmeng's happy face, Yan Ziyu looked at Han Jizhi's gentle eyes, he was suddenly blessed, took off his coat and put it on Xue Mengmeng, said with a light smile, "Then let's go out."

Xue Mengmeng's face flushed with embarrassment, she didn't notice that there was no warmth on the coat.

It was still cold outside the house, and when he walked to the turning point, Xue Mengmeng said to the guard: "I'll take the karma fire and use it, and I'll return it later." Draw a little karmic fire from the groove, and carefully hold it in the palm of your hand to maintain it with mana.

Xue Mengmeng brought Han Jizhi and Yan Ziyu to the room where she usually practiced. There was a lot of space inside. Household items such as beds, tables and chairs only took up a corner. There were piles of wood and a large tank of water beside the wall, and the rest was empty. The place.

"These logs and water are all used by me to practice controlling the fire." Xue Mengmeng picked out a piece of wood from the pile of wood, focused on lighting the fire on it, and recited the key, the temperature of the fire suddenly rose Come up, and the wood starts to burn.

"The floor is made of special materials, so it is not afraid of burning." Xue Mengmeng put the wood on the ground, and she was a little proud of demonstrating the control of karmic fire in front of the male god. "Let's use this to keep warm."

The three of them sat around, Yan Ziyu was a puppet after all, what would happen if his body was destroyed by the fire, so they stayed far away.

Han Jizhi took the lead in bringing the topic to the thousand-year-old ice: "I didn't expect the thousand-year-old ice to be so powerful, and it must be worth a lot."

Xue Mengmeng: "I heard that my father's friend got it from Guanghan Palace."

"Guanghan Palace?" Han Jizhi looked at Yan Ziyu, then at Xue Mengmeng, "Could it be the legendary Chang'e's residence?"

Xue Mengmeng nodded: "Exactly, I heard that the reason why Guanghan Palace is so cold is because of the thousand-year-old mysterious ice."

Han Jizhi: "Then who is the teacher's friend? It should be a fairy?"

Xue Mengmeng: "Yes, it is Beichen Shangxian, the god who is in charge of the fate of the world. My father admires him very much."

Han Jizhi: "Why did Shangxian Beichen hand over that man's body to the teacher for safekeeping?"

Xue Mengmeng: "I think Shangxian Beichen knew that he was about to fall, so he asked my father."

Han Jizhi: "Why do you want to keep that person's body? Could it be that Beichen Shangxian has a way to bring that person back to life?"

"Hey, I don't know too well, but it's not so easy to resurrect a dead person, or why would everyone be vying for the blood soul stone and blood soul stone, and your soul has to be preserved well. What's the use, you have to have powerful mana to run the fairy stone, it's almost impossible to resurrect..."

"Miss Xue." Yan Ziyu suddenly interrupted Xue Mengmeng's words, an unpredictable arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was indifferent, "Your makeup is messy."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Xue Mengmeng hurriedly covered her face with her hands and ran to the mirror to look, but saw that the eyeliner was smudged and the eye circles were black, the powder on her cheeks looked pitted, and the color between her lips seemed to have sucked blood.Thinking of how she had been dangling in front of the male god like this before, Xue Mengmeng wanted to bury her head in the sand, she was really ashamed to face people.

"Maybe it was too cold before and frost formed on the face, but now it melts as soon as it gets hot. Student Xue, you go back and touch up your makeup. We also have something to do, so I won't bother you to accompany us."

Han Jizhi found a step for Xue Mengmeng, Xue Mengmeng nodded gratefully, covered his face with his hands, and peeked at Yan Ziyu through his fingers before walking, only to see the corners of Yan Ziyu's lips curled up slightly, as if mocking.

Xue Mengmeng walked away full of sadness, the room was silent for a while, and the karmic fire emitted a faint blue light, illuminating two people's faces half bright and half dark.

"Ziyu..."

"Officer, I will definitely return to my physical body."

Seeing Yan Ziyu's unusually serious expression, Han Jizhi swallowed the words before he could say them.

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In the Moulin Rouge custom shop, women with heavy make-up came and went, and they all teased Mr. Q with red lips. Mr. Q walked by helplessly, and at the same time, he remembered the scene of meeting Xue Mengmeng in the morning.

The women of the demon clan like to dress up brightly, and Xue Mengmeng is also affected by it, but Mr. Q likes Xue Mengmeng's appearance without makeup. About 30 years ago, Xue Mengmeng was a little girl carved with powder and jade (the age converted into humans is about Ten years old), and then began to "ruin" his own face when he grew up, what a pity, what a pity.

When I came to Madam Hong's house, the door was not closed, and I went in as soon as I pushed the door. Madam Hong was lying on the dressing table taking a nap, and there was an ambiguous red mark on her exposed neck.

Mr. Q stood in a daze for a while, and Mrs. Hong woke up, raised her head and asked Mr. Q, "Is there something wrong?" Her voice was not lacking in majesty.

"I didn't see the Demon Lord this morning." Mr. Q said with lowered eyes, "I don't know if the Demon Lord has spent the night with Madam."

"No." Madam Hong breathed out, "What's the matter?"

"The RAT organization wants to exchange important information for Han Jizhi to come out of ghosts, so he needs to consult the Mozun for instructions."

"You don't need to ask for instructions. You should know the demon's temper. He won't change it." Mrs. Hong peeled her eyelids in the mirror, her eyes were bloodshot. The body eats, drinks and plays like a human being, and it is natural that aging will come early, "Is there anything else?"

"... At [-]:[-] in the morning, a puppet killed Instant Noodle Liu, and the Demon Lord did not return to the ghost after tracking the puppet..."

"Don't worry, you have to believe in the strength of the Demon Lord." Knowing what Mr. Q was about to say next, Madam Hong interrupted Mr. Q, "Send someone to look for it, and we'll talk after we make sure we can't find it."

The author has something to say:

I am very grateful to Zhang Xiaocai for his mine and the support of all the readers. I know that the speed of updating the article is slow and uncertain, so it is definitely true love to have the support of readers. I will try to update about three chapters a month.