The paranoid boss Hei Yueguang escaped from marriage

When Mio Hanaki went down Cuiluo Mountain for the second time, she was holding a red umbrella under her arm, and under the umbrella was hidden a little bird demon who kept talking.

It was obvious that he had already coughed up blood continuously on the mountain, but the little bird demon wanted to tease him forcefully along the way.

"Beauty, ahem, where are you taking this?"

"Beauty, you look so good in red!"

"Beauty, why don't you speak?"

Ordinary people can't see the ghost with their naked eyes, and they can't hear the chirping of the bird demon.But Hana Qing Mio only felt that her ears were about to grow calluses!

He used to lie reclined in the painting boat, holding a pot of peach blossoms at noon in his hand, but now he was making it chatter, Yurun's fingers trembled, and her long eyebrows frowned slightly. "If you still want to live, stop talking nonsense!"

The painting boat was rented from the most famous Yuelai restaurant in the local area. It brought six or seven fans in it, dressed in red and green, and two and a half pipas were plucking the strings.

After Hanaqing Mio's ruthless words came out, the sound of the full boat string music stopped abruptly.After that, all the musicians bowed their heads and knelt down, and the foreman, Gui Ke, walked up to him, nodded and bowed to be careful.

"Hua Gongzi, who is it that has no winks that annoyed you? This old slave will take her out to slap her!"

How could a mortal musician dare to provoke him?He has wandered around the world for more than a hundred years, he is familiar with the flowers, streets and willow alleys everywhere, nicknamed "Mr. Qianjin", and has always been very kind to these weak and beautiful boys who are wandering around.

Huaqing Mio didn't intend to break the precept today and ruin her family's reputation, so she curled her lips and smiled brightly. "It's okay, it's because I'm drunk. I said something drunk."

Flicking the wide sleeves, pinching the thumb, index finger and ring finger under the left sleeve, he sneered inwardly.

The red umbrella placed beside the table suddenly tightened, and a red light invisible to the naked eye flashed away.The laziness and whining little bird demon hiding under the umbrella was suddenly blocked by the spell, its slender beak opened and closed, but it couldn't make any more movement.

Hanasei Mio lowered her eyes and took a sip of her wine in satisfaction.

"Young master, do you still want to listen to the music?"

The musician who covered her chest with a tulle bit her lip and moved closer to him, her head was slightly lowered, and the fragrance of rouge lingered in front of her.

"Let's play "Wei Young" again," Hana Qing Mio nodded with a smile. "Not only to play the piano, but also to dance..."

Pian Li is the musician who came to talk to him.Hearing his teasing words, she immediately turned pink and gave him a slanting glance.When she bowed her head and retreated, she turned around and staggered her waist, and the charming sleeves of the neon clothes stirred up half the boat.

In Luoyang City, Young Master Qianjin is a distinguished guest, and he is also a rare and good guest in the makeup building.He spends a lot of money, and loves elegance, and he often has five or six girls at one point. He only needs to sing a song for him and gossip, and it can cover a month's overnight stay fee for ordinary guests.She is clearly prettier than them, but she doesn't want to spend the spring with anyone easily.

Pianchu peeked over, the red glow flying on her face became more and more beautiful.It was as if he had tasted the peach blossoms in his jug and was drunk.

Neon clothes and feathers swirled, red and blue streamers gradually became confused, and silk stringed pipa music sounded again in the painting boat.Huaqing Mio's eyes were half closed, and her slender fingers tapped the time lightly.Although the singing and dancing in the lower realm is far inferior to Bi Luotian's fairy palace, it is better than being happy.

Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy.

It's better than being burned in flames for 300 years in the devil's prison.

Lost the fairy bone, all he can rely on is the soul.The soul of a ten thousand-year-old celestial being survived until later, and all bitterness was annihilated into dust.It is rare to leave a hobby, which is to love all the happiness in this world.

But today is obviously not the time.

Lightly folded waist and hooked feet, jade-like ankles were tied with copper bells, jingle bells, and when the dance was in full swing, the hull suddenly shook violently.Everyone could only hear the boatman scream.Something seems to have trapped the boat under the water, and several cups and plates fell to the ground one after another, crackling, and debris was everywhere.

Huaqing Mio suddenly reached out to take the red umbrella, and jumped out like a light smoke. "He Fang Xiaoxiao dares to make trouble?"

The deck of the painting boat clicked softly, floating in the Zhiye River, like a dead leaf being sucked into the vast ocean.The Zhiye River is connected with Baishui, and there are ten miles of weeping poplars on both sides. It is a prosperous place where ladies and wanderers like to gather.

When Huaqing Mio boarded the boat today, he saw many tourists and market vendors, but now he is standing at the bow of the boat, with a few corpses scattered at his feet, the shore is quiet, there is no sound of people.

A faint wisp of demonic energy flowed over the red clothes along the boiling water of the Zhiye River.

"Hua, I must treat you kindly!"

"You heartless little bastard!"

Two voices, one thick and one thin, sounded at the same time.

Huaqing Mio lowered her eyes and smiled lightly, her gorgeous red robe hung from the neckline to her lower abdomen, she opened her red umbrella with her left hand, and her long black hair fluttered in the spring breeze on the bow of the boat.Under the warm sun in April, he smiled extremely tiredly, but he was always glamorous.The sun shone on his neckline, making it as bright and white as jade.

The lord of the Hehuan Sect, who was slowly emerging from the water of the Zhiye River, set his eyes on him greedily, and then couldn't move away.Lust and desire are together, and the tone suddenly softens.

"This suzerain has lost three Nascent Soul stage elders."

"When you spend time, you have to pay me!"

Covered under a black cloak, the head of the Albizia Sect is tall, with unusually raised shoulders, wearing a white wooden mask that seems to be smiling and crying.Every time he opened his mouth to speak, two completely different voices would come out at the same time.

Outsiders all say that the Acacia Sect is mysterious, and that the Acacia Sect is outrageous and immovable in Beiju Luzhou, but Yu Huaqing Mio is only a clown who jumps around twice or three times.In the past, he didn't move them, and even interacted with those little bastards of the Hehuan Sect who were not on the stage incognito, but because his grave was hidden in the boundary of the Hehuan Sect, he had to have some eyes and ears.

When he is on duty in the underworld, if there is any disturbance in Beiju Luzhou, someone must inform him.

But today, just bumping into Hana Qing, Mio is restless and has very little patience.He raised his eyelids, and suddenly said with a sneer: "You also need to know that I came out of the devil's prison."

The suzerain of Hehuan Sect was a little at a loss.In the next moment, he forgot to think about why "Hua Shi" looked so impatient today.The eyes behind the white wooden mask stared greedily at the spring in Mio Hanaqing's red clothes, and even forgot to stop the spell that stirred up the waves of the river.

The Suzerain of Hehuan Sect held the magic weapon Seizing Soul Blade on his fingertips, staring at the breathtakingly beautiful "Hua Shi", suddenly he was reluctant to do it.

The smell of blood in the Zhiye River filled the air, and there was a strange fragrance floating in the air.

"bite……"

"... Soul Devourer?"

The Suzerain of the Hehuan Sect watched the boat disappear like bubbles before his eyes, and thick fog formed in his sight, and the outline of the boat was hidden in the thick fog.He couldn't see the painting boat, let alone the stunning "Flower Time" on the bow of the painting boat. In the ominous bloody smell, the strange fragrance hovering in front of the white wooden mask became more and more intense.

The scent was overwhelming, and finally completely covered up the smell of blood.

"Time spent you bastard!"

"Master Hua, please forgive me!"

The Suzerain of Hehuan Sect was shocked!Opening his mouth, his thin voice begged for mercy, and his thick voice was screaming.Thick and thin, it sounds extremely creepy.

After three breaths, the screams of the rough voice gradually weakened, and turned into a series of endless screams.In the end, the angry curses turned into shrill cries helplessly.

"Hua...Master Hua, it's because I don't know Taishan with my eyes, you, please spare me!"

After all, the suzerain of the Hehuan Sect didn't dare to confront "Flower Time" head-on, and lost the opportunity because of greed, so he had to defeat Maicheng before the soul-eating technique ate away the aura.

Zhiye River is connected with Baishui.The painted boat floated away from the Zhiye River where demons and ghosts were rampant in the thick fog, and it did not know when it was floating leisurely in the white water flowing into the mortal imperial city.The turbulent noise on the river suddenly stopped, and the ripples on the water gradually calmed down.After half a stick of incense, the painting boat that had been hidden in the white mist swayed and reappeared before the eyes of the world. The mortals killed by the Suzerain of the Acacia Sect lay lying on the bow, and the blood stains snaked along the black leather boots and seeped into the gaps in the deck.

Hanaqing Mio stood on the bow of the boat with an umbrella, turned around slowly, and looked at the musicians who were lying on the hatchway in panic. "A vendetta in the rivers and lakes, and accidentally injured a civilian boat. It has retreated now."

His tone was as gentle as ever.

Gui Ke pulled away a group of musicians dressed in red and green, staggered, and knelt down in front of Huaqing Mio. "Young Master Qianjin, this, these corpses?"

With trembling fingers, he pointed to the shipwreck and the servants of the Yuelai Pavilion who died in the bow of the ship.

Hanaki Mio lowered her eyes and sighed.

"Uncle Abao," Pianli bravely came out with the hem of her skirt, tremblingly persuading, "Young Master Qianjin, it is not convenient for you to see the government. Or, let's roll the boat back first and ask mother to come forward?"

"Bah!" Turtle guest spat on her face. "You know what a fart! With so many people dead, why don't you ask me for an explanation in the museum? How can I explain it? I must not have provoked the beatings and killings in these rivers and lakes!"

Jingle bells.

More than a dozen ingots of shining snowflake silver rolled to Turtle Guest's feet.

Turtle guest looked up along the silver, and saw Hana Qing Mio under the red umbrella with a tired face.

"Buy a pair of thin coffins for those who died in vain."

"Yes! Thank you, Playboy! Let me tell you, our Playboy has a kind heart, a kind heart!"

Huaqing Mio lifted her foot, and floated from the bow to the shore in a few steps.Behind him are the turtle guest who took the money and a group of musicians, their voices gradually lowered, but the fiery eyes that lightly fell behind him never left.

Until they turned a corner and entered the main gate of Zhiye City, the world-weary sound of the dying little bird demon came from under the red umbrella.

"It turns out that you like mortals."

Hanaqing Mio ignored it.After handing over the guide, they queued up to enter the city in a regular manner, with an endless line of vendors behind them.He blends in the mortal world, and moves freely along the streets and alleys.When passing under the bridge, I even bought a newly opened crabapple.

"Why did you buy these flowers?"

The little bird demon was puzzled, and asked again: "Are you still going to give those musicians?"

Huaqing Mio pursed her lips, and put the begonia hairpin on her temples with her backhand, her long black hair fluttering gently with the evening wind.

"Hush, it's late at night, if you haven't died yet," Hana Qing Mio rarely responded to the little bird demon. "Someone took you to the Yamen to close the case."

"Sell, sell what case?"

The little bird demon had a bad intuition, fluttered its wings, and struggled endlessly inside the red umbrella.

Zhiye City is adjacent to Luoyang. Luoyang is a city for mortals, but there are many demons and ghosts rampant in Zhiye City, and even demon cultivators gather.The little bird demon suddenly remembered the rumors about this man eating ghosts, the scarlet beak trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse.

"Beauty, don't you want to eat me?"

Hana Qing Mio stopped in her tracks, smiled lightly and raised her eyebrows. "Huh? That's a good idea!"

The harpies, who had been trying to steal the chicken, stretched their legs straight, rolled their eyes, and lay down inside the red umbrella, pretending to be dead.