The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

Wait, wait a minute.

Xia Zhitao's breathing was stagnant, her five fingers were trembling, and her cheeks were clouded with red clouds.

People still have their eyes closed, what are you thinking!

Rationality and madness pulled her backwards, but her body seemed uncontrollable, and she leaned closer little by little.

The two were so close that she could hear Zhang Kuang's steady breathing, and the long black eyelashes clearly drooped, casting a faint shadow.

The other party seemed to have been waiting for a long time, with eyebrows raised in doubt, but her eyes were still closed, with a very cute appearance, allowing her to do whatever she wanted, without any intention of resisting.

'you can not do that. '

Xia Zhitao said to herself, "You can't rely on the leader to treat you well, and if you listen to you, you will break the rules and become lawless." '

The strings of reason are stretched and broken, the heartbeat is noisy in the ear, the brain is like a mess of paste, and the geography is messy and unclear.

At this moment, there was a "clang" sound from the corridor not far away, as if the porcelain had dropped to the ground by mistake, smashing to pieces on the stone steps.

"Help, help—!!"

A sharp cry for help suddenly sounded, and the cold wind pierced the eardrum, pulling the out-of-control mind back to reality.

Xia Zhitao was stunned for a moment, her hands still moving just now.The soft skin under the palm trembled slightly, the other party's breathing stagnated, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Her pupils are extremely deep black, like a clear mirror, mercilessly insight into her own astonishment, uneasiness, and the secret that is unknown and carefully hidden in her heart.

Facts have proved that Xia Zhitao is overthinking.

Zhang Kuang didn't notice anything, she stood up abruptly, and shielding Xia Zhitao behind her, with several clear petals gathered between her five fingers, she said sharply, "Who is where?!"

From the corridor came one after another, almost heart-piercing screams, Zhang Kuang flipped his right hand, and the petals were thrown out like sharp knives, whistling and nailed into the wooden railing of the corridor.

"What happened?"

Xia Zhitao calmed down instantly, grabbed Zhang Kuang's five fingers, and said, "Let's go and have a look."

Zhang Kuang was stunned for a moment, looking a bit embarrassed, but he refused to let go of Xia Zhitao's hand, reluctantly nodded, and quickly followed behind her.

Wang Yan was still planting the soul-suppressing flag on the roof, and when he heard the scream, he suddenly regained his energy, and jumped off the flag as soon as he threw it.

She pulled out the long sword at her waist, rushed over, and shouted: "What's wrong, what's wrong!"

The china plate was shattered and splashed everywhere.A thin maid was kneeling on the ground, curled up desperately, trembling.

Her face was pale, she hugged her shoulders, and cried, "Corpse, corpse... I saw... there is, there is a ghost!!"

Xia Zhitao was about to squat down to comfort the other party, but someone grabbed her sleeve.

She looked back subconsciously, and saw Zhang Kuang standing behind her, staring at a part of the corridor, her breathing was unsteady, and her listening was messy.

Zhang Kuang held a sharp long sword in his right hand, his expression was unprecedentedly serious, his brows and eyes were tense, like a bowstring ready to go.

The slender five fingers tightly clung to his sleeves, forming several folds, the knuckles turned white from the force, and bruises were faintly visible on the wrists.

—is she afraid?

Xia Zhitao thought about it carefully, opened her eyes wide, and fixedly looked at the nervous and arrogant eyes, feeling as if she knew something important.

No wonder at the earliest time, when they said that they had accepted the task of "dispelling evil spirits", Jiang Jiuli was so excited that he was eager to try, but he was arrogant but looked weary, with a look of hesitation.

After a little more time, in the Yang Family's courtyard, she and Wang Yan couldn't get the ghost after a long while, and Zhang Kuang seemed to be relieved and relieved.

After a long time of trouble, is this kid afraid of ghosts? ! !

Xia Zhitao was overjoyed, with a smile on her eyebrows, stretched out her hands to rub Zhang Kuang's head, and comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

It's really embarrassing for the crazy kid, who was so scared in his heart, but insisted on following him to exorcise evil spirits, and waited with him until midnight, which can be said to be very brave.

Zhang Kuang froze, put his five fingers together and smashed it on the pill pillar with a "bang", cut the gold and cut the jade, and said decisively: "Ah?!!"

"I'm the leader of the Devil's Cult. What's the point of such a little demon?" Zhang Kuang said coldly, "It's not worth mentioning. I don't even bother to look at it!"

Xia Zhitao smiled and said nothing.

——This duplicity child.

She found out that Zhang Kuang usually uses "I" to refer to himself, but when he is restrained, flustered, or uncomfortable, he will change to "my seat", which is simply a model of pretentiousness.

The maid was still covering her face, lying on the ground sobbing, Xia Zhitao patted her on the shoulder, and softly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, tell us what happened?"

The maid's face was full of tears, and she stretched out her hand tremblingly to point in the direction. Xia Zhitao followed and looked over, and saw a red hemp rope tied to the beam of the house, and a black object fell from the end of the rope.

Wang Yan trembled, rubbed his shoulders and shuddered, and whispered: "Then, what is that?"

"--too dark."

As soon as Xia Zhitao heard the voice, she knew that Zhang Kuang was in a panic. She turned her head and saw the serious expression on the other side's face, and said solemnly: "Wait a moment."

The spiritual power came in response to the call, and the vast soup spread, and all the red candles hanging high were lit, and the long corridor reflected was extremely bright.

For a moment, the lights were brightly lit, as bright as day.

Not to mention ghosts, the shadows were all turned into a pitiful little group, curled up next to the feet of several people in extreme aggrievedness, almost invisible.

Zhang Kuang fixed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief: "Wu Xing."

Xia Zhitao was dying of laughter, why do you feel so much calmer when you see a dead bird than when you encounter a ghost.

A lacquer-feathered black star was wrapped around its wings with a red rope, its tarsus was tied several times, and it was hung upside down from the beam of the house.

A few black feathers were scattered on the ground, the tips of their beaks were dyed bright red, dripping blood dripping down.

The maid shed tears and said in a hoarse voice: "The long corridor was lit with candles, but I was just halfway there, but it was extinguished by the strong wind... Then I bumped into this, this thing..."

"Don't panic, don't panic," Wang Yan circled around Wu Xing's corpse, turning the long sword in his hand, "Since that ghost is willing to make a move, we will definitely be able to catch it!"

Several people helped the maid clean up Wu Xing's body, and then set up many amulets around the Yang mansion. Zhang Kuang also helped to leave a flower petal around, and closely watched every move in the mansion.

Busy until midnight, the haunting ghost was silent again, Xia Zhitao saw that Zhang Kuang and Wang Yan looked sleepy and a little tired, so she persuaded them to rest and go to sleep.

Fortunately, the second half of the night was peaceful and quiet, and several people slept until dawn without incident.In the early morning of the next day, Zhi Yuan returned with a letter from Shizun Zheng Luo Yi.

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Xia Zhitao woke up early, seeing that the doors of the other two's rooms were tightly closed, she pursed her lips and smiled, opened the door and went out for a walk.

"Chirp—"

A bird's cry came down crisply, and the paper kite fluttered its wings, and landed unsteadily between Xia Zhitao's palms. The wings were folded to the sides, and the spiritual energy quietly diffused, turning into a small bamboo tube.

Xia Zhitao gently unscrewed the small lid of the bamboo tube, and poured out a roll of tightly bound letter paper from inside.

As soon as the red rope was pulled, the letter scroll unfolded with a splash, and Gululu rolled out an extremely long one, extending from her hand to the ground a few feet, it can be called a ten-thousand-character essay, and it made people dumbfounded.

The letter paper was full of content. Zheng Luoyi first carefully analyzed the current situation for them based on Xia Zhitao's report and his own experience, and pointed out a few things that Xia Zhitao also found weird.

Then, Zheng Luoyi went to Wanshu Pavilion to look up several ancient books, and explained in great detail how to subdue and disperse ghosts and evil spirits. At the end, he worriedly expressed that he was free recently, and if the two of them couldn't deal with it, he could always Come over here.

Master replied to him so patiently, Xia Zhitao was embarrassed to bother him.

What's more, they have a golden elixir and a qi refining, plus the leader who can destroy a city even if his aura is damaged, if he can't even solve a small troublesome ghost, it will be too embarrassing and conspicuous.

The small ink-black characters are clear and forceful, and it is very comfortable to read. Xia Zhitao spent about half an hour reading it carefully, and couldn't help feeling deeply moved.

Looking at Zheng Luoyi, who is serious, responsible and reasonable, on the other hand, the unreliable bearded master, I am afraid that he will only reply with three perfunctory words of "it depends".

As soon as Wang Yan pushed the door open, she saw Xia Zhitao lightly holding the envelope, and said hello loudly: "Senior Sister Xia, good morning!"

Xia Zhitao was reading carefully with her head down, when she saw the smoke coming out, she raised her head and smiled, "Good morning."

"Did Master write back to you?" Wang Yan dragged a wooden chair, sat down beside Xia Zhitao, and leaned over to read the letter, "Written by Master Huzi?"

"how is this possible."

Xia Zhitao smiled faintly, and said helplessly, "I can't understand any of the flamboyant characters written by Master Huzi."

Wang Yan laughed so hard that he turned his back and forth, and probably guessed that it should be the reply letter from Master Zheng Luo Yi.

But the letter was really too long, it was very difficult to read, so Wang Yan was lazy and asked, "What's in it?"

"Most of them are the countermeasures of evil spirits and ghosts," Xia Zhitao said, "However, Master mentioned a very interesting point."

Wang Yan rested her chin, sat up a little, and listened to her speech seriously.

"Master, instead of trying to find ghosts and try to talk to them, it is better to start with 'people'."

Xia Zhitao said softly: "After all, no matter how powerful a ghost is, it was a human being after all. A person with joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows and joys."

She tapped the table with her fingers, thoughtfully: "And since there is a past that can be traced, and a source that can be traced, then we must be able to find some clues from it."

Wang Yan didn't understand: "So, so?"

Xia Zhitao laughed, and explained: "I'm going to attack Yang Liangcai and his wife Liu Ling."

As soon as she said it so frankly, Wang Yan immediately understood, slapped her thigh, and said excitedly: "That's right, since this ghost is haunting the Yang family, it must have something to do with those two people!"

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Zhang Kuang woke up very late, the sun wheel almost moved to the noon position, and then slowly walked out of the room.

The sun was a little dazzling, she raised her hand to her forehead, frowned to block it, the cuffs slid down her arm, the light melted into the muscles and bones, and the reflected wrist was almost transparent.

Zhang Kuang pulled up his sleeves, fastened them carefully along his wrists, yawned sleepily, looked up and looked around for a moment, looking for something.

She saw Xia Zhitao sitting at the stone table at a glance, hurried over quickly, and whispered: "Sorry, I got up late."

"It's okay, last night I was tossing so late because of the matter of Wu Xing," Xia Zhitao smiled, "I should sleep more and have a good rest."

Zhang Kuang sat down opposite the two of them, and after listening to Xia Zhitao briefly recount the contents and plans of the letter, he naturally had no doubts about him, so he nodded and agreed on everything.

"I'm planning that the three of us can be split into two teams, which will make it easier to move."

Xia Zhitao analyzed: "One person stayed here to watch Liu Ling, and the two went out to follow Yang Liangcai to see if they could find any clues."

Zhang Kuang listened carefully, twirling a lock of black hair with his fingertips, and carefully asked: "...Then, how to divide?"

She got the point. According to Xia Zhitao's original plan, the strength of the two teams should be even, and there should be a support for each other.

Wangyan is still at the level of Qi refining, relatively weak, and may fall into danger when meeting a strong enemy, so Xia Zhitao wants Zhang Kuang to take Wangyan with him, and the two go to find Yang Liangcai together.

And Xia Zhitao herself, as a Jindan class with the ability to protect herself, stayed in the Yang residence to observe Liu Ling's movements and suspicious points.

Who knew that just after saying it, the two of them objected in unison:

"No no no, no need!"

"This seat is not with her!"

Looking at Zhang Kuang's cold side face, Wang Yan panicked all of a sudden, and begged with a mournful face: "Senior Sister Xia, I, I dare not..."

Although I secretly chatted with Zhang Lan before, I felt that the leader was "not as bad as Yashan said" and felt "easy to get along with", but talking about it, it was not a star and a half worse than the reality.

If she really encountered Zhang Kuang, she would panic.

There was no expression on Zhang Kuang's face, but he glanced at Wang Yan, who was so frightened that he almost fell off the chair, covering his head and not daring to make a sound.

"What are you afraid of, can I still eat you?"

Zhang Kuang smiled half-smile, and said casually: "Hmm...but outside, there is indeed a saying that my seat 'cannibalizes human flesh, drinks human blood, and eats human bones'."

She tapped on the table with her knuckles slowly, her voice was steady, and she articulated each word clearly: "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Wang Yan trembled again in fright, hid himself behind the wooden chair, and looked at Xia Zhitao tremblingly, with the desire to survive overflowing in his eyes.

Xia Zhitao laughed, "Don't scare her."

Zhang Kuang's image was shattered in an instant, he leaned over aggrieved, lay beside Xia Zhitao, and softly argued, "But, I don't want to form a team with her."

During the trial meeting before, Wang Yan was always chatting with people, making her sleepless because of the noise, and she persevered during the Baihe Hall, going to take pictures of the stone gate of the "retreat" cave every day.

Zhang Kuang recalled the previous incident, his heart suddenly became a little angry, and he repeated angrily: "I won't be with her!"

Xia Zhitao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, although the leader was soft and obedient to him, but the real murderer was quite scary, with a domineering aura and murderous intent.

At least Wang Yan couldn't take it any longer, he huddled behind the chair, his eyes were full of tears, he bit his collar and didn't speak.

Xia Zhitao hesitated and said, "Then..."

"Zhitao, I want to be with you," Zhang Kuang said aggrievedly, "Although I haven't fully recovered, it's okay to knock down half of the cliff."

Wang Yan followed suit and said, "Senior Sister Xia, you go out with the leader, the net we set up last night is all there, I'll be fine if I stay here alone!"

The two sang together and cooperated very well, Xia Zhitao was at a loss, and said helplessly, "Okay, okay."

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The sun wheel shifted a little, and fell into the high hall carved with danying and jue, reflecting the room brightly and brightly.

Yang Liangcai was dressed in official uniform, with a few attendants waiting behind him, while a group of people came in front of him.Everyone stood in the high hall, seeming to be discussing matters.

There are two people hiding above the high hanging beams.

Zhang Kuang was dressed in black, with slender legs, with a petal between his five fingers, looked at the crowd with interest, and said, "I underestimated him before."

Xia Zhitao also changed into black clothes, with honeysuckle patterns on the cuffs, her long hair tied high with black satin, and the Jiyan sword scabbard around her waist, which looked a bit anti-traditional.

Sitting beside Zhang Kuang, she listened carefully to the conversation of the next few people, with a slightly surprised look on her face: "Indeed, I didn't expect Yang Liangcai to be such a well-rounded person who knows everything from right to left."

Listening to the conversation below, those people seemed to come to threaten to claim compensation because of a dispute, but Yang Liangcai took his time, and his words were impeccable.

After seeing off a few people, he was served by a servant, and returned to the study indifferently, unfolding the files beside him, writing and reviewing.

Yang Liangcai's professional title is not big or small, and the boundaries are blurred, so it is difficult to define.

In the capital city, he can only be regarded as a small official; in the city of Youzhou, he has a great reputation. When the city people see him, they have to bend down respectfully and shout "Master Yang" reverently.

With such a majestic style, it's no wonder that the Liu family, who has a big family and a great career, would be willing to marry his second daughter Liu Ling, who was raised like a treasure and raised like a flower, to him.

"He doesn't have any internal strength or aura, just an ordinary mortal," Zhang Kuang concluded, "This body can't kill anyone."

"It can kill people, and you don't need to do it yourself."

Xia Zhitao lowered her head slightly, her brows and eyes were mostly covered by the shadow, and she seemed to be covered with a layer of coldness: "Words, pen and ink, money... are somewhat sharper than swords, and piercing to the bone than arrowheads."

Zhang Kuang whispered: "Do you think he did it?"

"It's hard to say," Xia Zhitao looked at Yang Liangcai who was reading at the desk below, and sighed softly, "I just have a vague premonition."

Zhang Kuang said "Oh", and said: "This person is so dangerous, do you want to act preemptively and let me tie him up?"

Xia Zhitao burst out laughing, but luckily the two of them were far away, and their figure was well hidden, so Yang Liangcai didn't notice it.

"Don't worry," Xia Zhitao tilted her body a little bit, leaning half on Zhang Kuang's shoulder, with a slight smile in her voice, "There will always be mistakes."

The two waited patiently for a while, Xia Zhitao couldn't help but frowned when he saw the serious leader who was staring at Yang Liangcai's every move with all his attention.

Zhang Kuang's body is thin, with well-proportioned muscles and bones, filled with a few wisps of cool hibiscus fragrance, and the pillow is soft, it can be said to be a perfect human-shaped pillow.

Xia Zhitao leaned on her shoulder, rubbed to find a comfortable position, nestled still, picked up a bunch of long black hair from her, and wrapped it around her knuckles several times.

Zhang Kuang fulfilled his duties, earnestly let Xia Zhitao lean on him, never moved a bit, and paid attention to the situation below.

"Your hair is so long and soft," Xia Zhitao held up a strand in her palm, and said with great interest, "I'm good at binding my hair, when will you do it for me?"

Zhang Kuang said: "Well, the haircut you helped me with last time was—"

In the middle of speaking, Zhang Kuang suddenly stopped, looking at Xia Zhitao's smiling eyebrows, his breathing became short of breath, and he panicked.

last time?Not last time.

During the trial meeting before, Xia Zhitao did help "Zhang Lan" with a fine haircut, but she had never combed "Zhang Kuang's" hair.

Zhang Kuang also realized that he seemed to have slipped the tongue accidentally, and suddenly panicked, his body was unstable, and he almost fell off the beam.

She stuttered and couldn't speak clearly, trying to cover up her previous negligence: "Cough, this, um, I haven't seen your hair tied up yet, it must look good."

Xia Zhitao had a good time, watching Zhang Kuang trying to maintain his vest that had been stripped clean without leaving a trace, and he was very happy.

She didn't want to expose Zhang Kuang, so she went down the steps and coaxed him softly: "Yeah, come to think of it, I've never combed your hair before."

After coaxing for a long time, smoothing and comforting, Zhang Kuang finally calmed down, not as flustered as before.

She foolishly listened to Xia Zhitao's words, being stalked around by the other party for a while, and she was very sure that she really protected the vest of "Zhang Lan".

Zhang Kuang's heart fell to the ground, and he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he must pay more attention in the future, so as not to confuse the two identities anymore.

Xia Zhitao couldn't help laughing in her heart, but she had to pretend to be serious on the face, always afraid of teasing too much, and it would be bad to make the other person angry.

The two kept the appointment for half an hour, when the closed wooden door was "knocked" by someone, Yang Liang raised half his head and said, "Come in."

A man dressed as a servant pushed open the door and walked in cautiously, not forgetting to close the wooden door behind him tightly.He walked up to Yang Liangcai, bowed deeply, and said, "My lord, that old man is here again."

Yang Liangcai's pen tip stopped abruptly, and a bean-sized ink was smeared on the rice paper. Without raising his head, he said, "How many times have I told her to let her go back!"

The little servant was yelled at by him, bent his body tremblingly, and said in a low voice: "But, she doesn't want to..."

"Are you deaf?!"

Yang Liangcai stood up abruptly, and with a "crash", swept all the pens, ink, papers and inkstones on the table to the ground, clenching his fingers tightly together, and said sharply, "Let her out!!"

The little servant knelt on the ground tremblingly, kowtowed several times, and then ran out of the room quickly.The two people above the sorghum watched this scene thoughtfully.

"Don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." Xia Zhitao said coldly, "Let's go out and have a look."

Zhang Kuang obediently said "Mmm", she raised her hand a little, and the spiritual energy overflowed between her five fingers, countless petals surrounded the two of them, and disappeared in the shadow of the beam in an instant.

A piece of light-colored petal still fell by itself, slipped out from the slightly covered window rail, was rolled by the cold wind a few times, and fell among the grizzled hair.

Gu Shou put five fingers on his temples, and gently picked up the petal. The old man's cheekbones were high, his cheeks were thin, and he could vaguely see his youthful appearance.

Her eyes were gentle, and she sighed softly: "Don't you like the apricot tree in the backyard the most? Think about it carefully, it should be time to bloom."

The old man held the falling flowers in his palms and spoke softly. In the shadow of the wall not far away, large petals clustered around, depicting two figures.

Zhang Kuang's body hadn't fully recovered yet, but the simplest teleportation technique made it quite strenuous.

Her steps were unsteady, and she fell down involuntarily. She thought she would hit the wall and hurt, but suddenly someone grabbed her shoulders and fell into a warm embrace.

Leaning on the other person's shoulder, she was dumbfounded, her hands were in the air in astonishment, and she held her breath in panic: "I, I—"

A gentle voice fell on the top of the head, not in a hurry, fine and long, the breathing gradually scorched, the burning made the throat dry and hoarse, spreading an illusory hotness.

"...Are you okay?"

The author has something to say: Zhang Kuang: As the leader of the Demon Cult, I am sitting in more than a dozen halls in Qiling, turning my hands into clouds and rain, and I have to take a detour when I see the righteous way——ah Zhitao hugged me !

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