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Recently, a famous theater troupe came to the city, and everyone rushed to see it.

The opera troupe's actors are all heavenly and beautiful.When Hua Dan twisted her waist, she became as soft as a willow brush; when Xiao Sheng waved her fan, she was more elegant than the princes and grandchildren in the city.

But the men who have seen the opera troupe are fascinated by the non-qing and refuse to marry, one by one abandoning their wives and children, spending thousands of dollars, just to see the true face of the opera singer once.

How many people have actually seen it, but no one knows.

Jing Na and the others on Shenshan Mountain were completely speechless. They had just flattened a wave, and then came another wave, giving no chance to breathe at all.

A few of them went down the mountain and decided to listen to a play and find out the truth.

On the stage was "Ehuang Nvying". The actor who played the leading role portrayed the character in a three-point manner, as if he put the audience into the artistic conception of the play, and followed their emotions up and down.

These two daughters have really extraordinary backgrounds. Not to mention the sisters and servants, in order to find the husband who has never been heard from, they are willing to travel thousands of miles and search the Jiuyi Mountains.And their husband died of Xiangjiang after rescuing the people of Xiangjiang from difficulties.The crane of Jiuyi Mountain is also quite spiritual, and Qixin built a pearl tomb for him.

When the two daughters heard about her husband's deeds in Xiangjiang River, they were so sad that they shed tears on green bamboos and finally died beside Pearl's tomb.

When the performance was over, the few people looked around and found that everyone except them was immersed in the opera and couldn't extricate themselves.

Women outside the door were shouting endlessly, but the theater couldn't help it at all, and only the voice of actors singing could be heard in their ears.

Their eyes were as hollow as if possessed by demons, and tears kept rolling down their cheeks like an endless river.

Hua Dan flicked her water sleeves, swayed towards the auditorium, and walked backwards until her figure was covered by the curtain.

Everyone suddenly woke up, they thought they would rush into the backstage, but they all left the theater one after another.

Sichun caught an audience moving towards the background, and followed.

"Who do you think they are? Why do you want to see them?" A ferocious man impatiently waved the man away.

"I'll pay as much as you want! I just need to meet once!" The man struggled desperately, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that he had no chance.

"See you." The man kicked him a few times: "Come here, drag this guy away."

Then, two people carried the man to the door, one left and one right, and threw him out.

"Those people will lose their wealth, it should be just because of watching the theater." Sichun said.

The charge for a play performed by this theater troupe is not cheap, and ordinary people have to save money for several days to barely get the seats at the back, let alone those in the front row.

Their expenses are all the gold and silver treasures enshrined to the gods and spirits by the believers of Jinga, and the incense is kept burning every day without facing any financial difficulties.

It's just that Jingna's offerings have decreased a lot now. The reason is very simple. Most of the men have paid to go to the theater.In order to restore the status quo, they urgently need to resolve this matter sooner.

It would be fine if they only chose the seats in the back row, but most of them chose the front row, hoping to see more clearly, or get in close contact with the actors.

This feels like, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

However, one thing is very suspicious. Although their acting is superb, it is not to the point of fascination.

At least, the four of them were not affected.

They simply decided to let Huashen and Sichun sneak into the theater troupe that night.

In fact, they are no different from ordinary theater troupes. They do their makeup in front of the mirror, or dance their sleeves to practice, and they don’t let up even during the break.

However, most of the actors who have removed their heavy makeup are ordinary in appearance and behave like ordinary people.

After leaving the lounge, they headed for the corridor.

It looked like a place temporarily rented by a theater troupe, and there were other useless empty rooms, the windows were slightly open, and it was pitch black inside.

A little further, there was a little light on, and Sichun looked through the crack of the door, it seemed that the accountant was doing the calculation, there was nothing special about it.

Another beam of light shone on the corridor at the end, and they walked straight until they stood in front of the door at the end of the corridor.

The inside was so quiet that only the "rustling" sound of paper rubbing against clothes was heard. Just as Sichun was about to find a place to peek inside, a voice came out: "Since you're here, why don't you come in and have a seat?"

The voice was charming, like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley, and the melodious tune seemed to be singing at first glance, but he was obviously just speaking ordinary words.

One can't help thinking that the owner of this voice should have the same appearance as his voice, even if it is not all over the country, it can easily move people's hearts.

Now that they were discovered, there was no point in hiding, so they showed up and pushed the door open.

It's just that as soon as that face came into view, it made people feel disillusioned.This is a very ordinary face, a face that will be forgotten soon after passing by on the road.

His facial features are not three-dimensional, without any characteristics. The only thing that can be remembered is probably that beautiful voice.

He put down the pen in his hand, smiled and invited them to sit down.

Sichun asked, "How did you find out?"

"Wind sound, wind direction." He replied slowly.The sound of the wind seemed to have changed, which meant that the direction of the wind was different, but no one was reflected outside the door. He wasn't sure if he was too sensitive, so he took a gamble and made a noise to see if anyone would reply.

If no one pays attention to him, he has the right to think that he is worrying too much.

Sichun asked again: "Who are you?"

"I am the troupe leader of this troupe, Yan Luo."

"What's your real identity?"

"Before asking others, shouldn't you declare your name?"

After he said this, Sichun didn't want to speak anymore, so the Flower God answered on his behalf: "I am Baihua Fairy, and he is Pig Spirit."

"I'm a playboy."

Xiyao, born from operas, was originally an illusory thing, but because the actors substituted emotions, they have souls, and now they can even sit and listen to operas or act on stage like ordinary people.

I have to say, everything in this world is really amazing.

Dead things can become spirits, but they don't know that things that never existed can also be cultivated.

Before that, none of them had heard of the existence of Xi Yao.Since it is a monster, its Taoism is naturally higher than that of ordinary spirits, and it is unknown how long his cultivation is the result of his experience.

"What are you doing here?"

"Sing an opera." Yan Luo took it for granted, but it was a pity that the flower god couldn't see it, but the tone was enough to make the flower god disdain.

"Singing? Are you sure it's purely singing? Without any means?"

"It's just a little magic."

"A little bit?"

"It's really not that much. Seven percent of our theater troupe's income depends on strength, and three percent depends on mana."

"Then why are you only targeting men?" I only heard that men in the city were fascinated by actors, but I never heard of women pestering actors.

"A man is the head of the family and the mainstay of the economy. My mana is limited, so I can't use too much at once, so I narrow down the target range." Will be restored.

"Can I ask you to stop casting spells?" It's really not advisable to break up a family's family just for one's own benefit.

Since he has seven points of strength, he can support a troupe without casting spells.

"Can I ask, why do you ask for this?"

"You are the only one who dares to make trouble when you come to someone else's territory to make money."

"So, you are the owner of this place?"

"No, but my friend is, and he doesn't allow that kind of thing to happen."

"Okay, I'll just agree." Yan Luo is not an unreasonable person, if the master asks, he will cooperate, whoever asks them to step on other people's territory, if they don't obey, they may drive him away.

Seeing Sichun staring at the book in front of him, he said, "This is a new script, and I'm worried about how to write the ending."

A wealthy businessman's daughter went up to the mountain to pray for blessings, but the motorcade got lost and entered the mountains.Just as he was walking, a thick snake emerged from the grass.

The body of the snake was as thick as a man's fist. The driver and his companions were terrified, and the horse raised its front legs in fright.As soon as the car swayed, it fell down and crushed the snake.

The girl in the carriage fell to the side, a pair of embroidered shoes were exposed from the curtain of the carriage, the snake turned its head and bit it.

"what--!"

Except for the injured girl, everyone else fled without a trace, and she was also thrown from the carriage by the frightened horse, and her head was knocked against a stone, and she fainted.

When I woke up again, it was a small hut in the mountains.

She didn't know how long she had slept, she only knew that the man was lowering his head to help her change the medicine.

"When you wake up, just get out of bed and eat. Your leg is hurt, it's okay."

Come to think of it, this man saved himself.She said politely, "Thank you."

It's just the man's answer, which makes her a bit unbelievable. "It should."

Why should it be?It's not that he hurt himself.When she goes back, she must ask dad to find this snake and make it into snake soup.

the girl thought angrily.

After her leg injury was fully healed, the man sent her down the mountain. Before she went down the mountain, he saw many servants looking for her.

"My family has come to pick me up, so I will send you here. Xiren thank you for taking care of me, but I don't know how to address you?"

"Call me Zisheng."

"Mr. Zisheng, the attacker is one step ahead, and I will repay the favor another day."

Zisheng just wanted to say no, but saw that she had trotted away.

On the second day, Xiren went up the mountain again, bringing with him some strong men who were catching snakes.She didn't find Zisheng, but she found the big snake that killed her before.

The big man teamed up to catch it back.

Back at the mansion, when Xiren was about to have the snake slaughtered, Zisheng appeared.

"Can you let it go for the sake of saving you?"

"No, it will hurt people!"

"It's also just self-defense."

"What about my injury? Let's forget it?"

"Didn't your car crush it?" After all, it's his own child, so it's not unreasonable to intercede for it.Just because he admits it was wrong doesn't mean they're innocent.

Xiren pointed at him, his fingers trembling with anger: "You!"

The story ends here.

When he told the story, his voice was ups and downs, which was so exciting that people could not finish listening to it.

"You can write that the girl let go of the snake, and asked the man to give her body as a price." Huashen said, "Or, the girl killed the snake, and the man destroyed her house."

"The second suggestion is a bit difficult to do." Yan Luo didn't know if he did it on purpose, if he really wrote such an ending, he would probably be surrounded and beaten by actors.

"Then think about it yourself." Flower God smiled: "But I'm curious, why don't you take their money and let them see the actor's real face?"

Yan Luo's expression was erratic, as if he had returned to the past: "There was once a person who came to my troupe every day just to listen to my opera. It's just that I rarely appeared on the stage, and he didn't mind it. He bought operas when he was free. The ticket is waiting for me."

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and offered to pay a high price for his real face.

To be honest, he was very moved by his infatuation in coming to listen to his singing regardless of the weather.

Originally, he was unwilling, but that unwillingness was worn away by his patient begging day by day.He accepts his money and lets him see his true self.

It's just that after that, Yan Luo never saw him in his troupe.

His voice was a bit sentimental, and he said softly: "So, it's not that I don't want to, but that I can't..."

On the second day, the absurd phenomenon did subside, and it didn't subside until a few days later.

As a result, the troupe's income has dropped by [-]%. In addition to the high price of theater tickets, only dignitaries, princes and dukes can afford them, the audience has naturally decreased a lot.

In a few days, Yan Luo left with the troupe.

☆、Final Chapter Fuming

On this day, Huashen only felt that the blazing light pierced his eyes through the strip of cloth, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He had a vague premonition, so he asked Sichun to remove the cloth for him.

Maybe it was due to the fact that he had been hidden in the darkness for a long time, but as soon as the cloth was removed, he frowned and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Take it off slowly after you get used to it.

He was a little dazed, and after seeing the face that he had been thinking about day and night, he smiled the most genuine smile that seldom appeared on his face.

Then he saw that charming smile that never appeared on Sichun's face.

Although it has been confirmed, he was a little panicked, and couldn't help asking: "You, have you recovered?"

"Recovered." In order to prove what he said was true, he stood up, hugged him, and froze Sichun's smile in his deep kiss.

Maybe because it was too real, Sichun cried.

Each other tasted the salty taste that flowed into the mouth.The flower god who had just tasted it suddenly opened his eyes, let go of him, and wiped his tears in a panic: "What's wrong with you?"

Sichun shook her head, expressing that she was fine, then hugged him tightly, hiding her tears on his chest.

Flower God lowered her head, kissed his hair, and patted his back.

"Pure."

"Ah."

"There is one thing..." Huashen was a little confused, not knowing how to say it.

"Ah."

"Can't you give me some other reaction?" This taciturn temperament will not change for thousands of years, right?

"Okay, you talk and I listen." Leaning on his warm chest, it was so comfortable, it made him drowsy, and he was too lazy to talk.

Finally, the flower god mustered up his courage and said in one breath: "I want to see your female body."

"Huh? What?" Sichun wasn't sure if she heard it wrong, so she asked.

Flower God took a deep breath and repeated: "I said, I want to see your female body."

Sichun slightly pushed him away, her chest swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her chest was strangled by the tight front, Sichun frowned because of discomfort: "Uncomfortable, can it be changed back?"

"Why change back, it's fine if you take it off." Flower God whispered softly in his ear.

Sichun's face turned red as if being scalded by fire.

With irresistible force, Huashen pressed down on that small waist, and started to undo her belt.

At this time, he couldn't help but think about the situation when he changed into a female body for the first time.

He asked the maid in Tiannu Palace to help him find Zhinu and asked for two bellybands.

Sichun looked at the two pieces of cloth and the belt sewn on them, and was very distressed: "How to wear them?"

Flower God is speechless, he doesn't know how to wear it, can he?But he didn't want others to see his body, so he forced himself to recall the pornographic book he read long ago.

It's not difficult, just a few ribbons tied into a bow.

He asked Sichun to press the cloth on her chest, then brushed her hair aside, wrapped her hands around her shoulders, and stretched them to the back of her neck.

After carefully tying the six straps, Hua Shen asked, "Is it still comfortable?"

Sichun shook her head, remembering that he couldn't see her, she said, "It's uncomfortable."

"Then I can loosen it up?" Huashen thought that he had tightened it too much, so she wanted to do it.

Sichun grabbed his hand: "No, it's the stuffy chest."

"Oh, this..." Flower God thought for a while: "It's normal, just get used to it."

"Ah."

Having said that, the two wandered around the world, and when they returned to Jingna's mansion, Sichun pulled back the collar and started to untie the belt.

Jing Nahe was stunned, and when she wanted to stop it, she had already pulled out the bellyband from the lapel, and then manipulated the wind to untie the thin belt behind her that was out of reach.

With another tug, a pocket coat that still had her body temperature fell into her hand.

"Sichun! You..."

The two almost fainted.

"What's the matter?" Flower God was wondering why she didn't move, and took her hand to go back to the room, but unexpectedly touched the warm cloth in her hand.

Flower God took it, and the fabric and the embroidery on it were very familiar to the touch, it was the apron that he helped her put on just before.

Flora's face was instantly blacker than coal: "You!"

Suddenly thinking that it's not good to get mad here, he pulled Sichun back into the room in a flash.

"Lock the door."

Sichun didn't know why he looked so angry, so in order not to make him angry, she did as he said.

After hearing the sound of the door being locked, he suppressed his anger and said, "Come here."

Sichun stood in front of him docilely.

For a moment, Hua Shen didn't know how to speak: "Why did you just take it off outside?"

"I just took off that piece of cloth, no flesh was exposed."

Huashen could hear the innocence and grievance in her words, but it didn't mean that he would let her go like this: "You know this behavior is provocative?"

In particular, there were two men, Jing Na and Zhu Ri, and Hua Shen's heart seemed to have overturned the five-flavored bottle, mixed together with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.

"It's just that the collar was opened a little..." Sichun said sullenly.

Flower God interrupted him directly: "Oh. You don't have to show your flesh, so you can't be ashamed if you just open the collar?"

As soon as Hua Shen stretched out her long arms, she pulled her to his chest and held her down.His hand began to restlessly, and slowly slid down her back, Sichun's body instantly became stiff.

The hand behind her slid down again and stopped on her hip.

Huashen's hands lingered between the buttocks for a while, and rubbed the soft buttocks vigorously as if doing bad things for a while.

"Ah..." Sichun accidentally groaned tremblingly.

As if it wasn't enough, Flora rubbed her plump breasts with the other hand.

"Ah..." Sichun's voice became a little shrill, and the fingers holding his shoulder tightened: "Yin Xiang... hurts."

pain?He has always known how to use his strength to make Sichun feel comfortable. Although he exerted a little strength this time, it would not cause her pain: "Where does it hurt?"

Sichun's left chest was deformed because of being held by him, and she put her hand on the back of her chest: "Here."

"Heartache?"

"Chest pain..."

As soon as she said this, Hua Shen quickly let go of her breasts, and the elastic breasts immediately returned to their original shape.

Sichun pulled the skirt aside, took Huashen's hand and pressed it against her own left breast: "Here... because... you often get... it hurts a little from being rubbed by the clothes..."

Sichun worked hard to organize her words, and Huashen understood a little.

He curled up his fingers, and lightly squeezed the little pink on Sichun's chest: "Is it here?"

"Ah!" Sichun groaned a little absentmindedly before replying, "Yes."

The flower god let go of the little dot that he pinched upright, waved his finger on it, and a petal emerged, covering the red dogwood and its surroundings.

He reached into the other side of the skirt and opened it a little, as if he had just put another piece on his chest.

Flower God helped her straighten her skirt, and pulled the hem again: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Huashen traced her chest shape with his hands, and after confirming that the clothes were thick and nothing could be seen through, he compromised: "You don't need to wear them at home, but you must wear them outside."

"Yes!" Sichun promised frankly.

Thinking back here, Huashen stripped off her clothes one by one, watching the beautiful body gradually exposed in front of her eyes.

Sichun was so shy by his explicit gaze, she turned her eyes away to avoid his gaze.

"Are you shy now?" Flower God gently pinched her chin, and turned her face around: "There are more shameful ones below, what can you do?"

After hearing this, Sichun blushed as if she was about to bleed, and covered her chest with her arms, which also blocked his sight.

Huashen immediately picked her up and walked to the bed, and then slowly put her on the bed.

Bit by bit, his kisses moved from the bottom of her lips to the neck of the swan. His tongue was rolling over and over, and his hands were not idle, kneading her soft breasts into a different shape.

Sichun panted impatiently, and subconsciously clamped her legs and rubbed them lightly.

Huashen also took off her own clothes, spread her legs apart and pressed on her, and moistened her two dogwoods with saliva until they were crystal clear.

After letting her fuck her for a while, Huashen felt her lower body sucking his own like a small mouth, and was almost disarmed by her sucking.

When she calmed down, he pulled out the gun and said, "Chun'er, change back."

While he was transforming, Flora's eyes locked on his body.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Who made you seductive?"

Sichun glanced at him coquettishly, Huashen almost couldn't hold back.

If you don't hurry up, he might just vent it to him.

Sichun swallowed hard, Huashen kept stimulating his back, so he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the pillar, making it even bigger in his mouth.

His fingers accidentally pinched into Flower God's thigh.

"Chun'er, relax, it hurts a little."

So Sichun tried to relax as much as possible and put her teeth away.

One, two, until all three were in, Flora pulled out her hand, and reluctantly stirred to keep him.

Flower God smiled and patted his butt: "Okay, get up."

Sichun spat out □□, Flower God turned him over, Sichun immediately understood the posture he wanted, obediently lay on the bed and tilted his buttocks.

While supporting himself on the bed, he clamped the hard object with two fingers, and Hua Shen opened his buttocks and slowly entered it.

Flower God could feel that having sex in his original body would make him more comfortable.

No matter how real the female body looked, it was an illusion after all, it was just a cover-up. When having sex with a female body, he couldn't really touch his sensitive zone, so he couldn't reach that state of confusion.

So Flower God decided to let him use his real body in the future, and make sure he was so happy physically and mentally that he was about to ascend to immortality.

Sichun wrote crookedly on the paper, Huashen sat aside and watched boredly: "Did Emperor Qinghua tell you why he chose you?"

"It seems to say that I look indifferent and hopeless..." Sichun recalled while writing, and the result of dual-purpose is a typo.

Huashen corrected him with her hands. "But where can I see it, I... don't know..."

However, Huashen knows that what is important in practice is to have a peaceful mind, not to be tempted by foreign things and become obsessed.Sichun has always given him this feeling, even when he was still a domestic animal.Huashen could imagine that he was lying quietly in the pigsty, surrounded by his companions making a fuss.

"If you can continue to be pure and self-preserved, you will be able to cultivate sooner or later." Flower God put down his hand and let him write by himself.

"Emperor Qinghua told me that if you accumulate merits and virtues, you will make me immortal." Sichun chuckled lightly.

Flora took out the pen in his hand, put it on the pen rest, and hugged him excitedly.

Originally, he was worried that the fairy and the demon would go the other way, and the Jade Emperor would definitely beat the mandarin duck.

Now with the protection of Emperor Qinghua, he no longer has to worry about it.

No matter how powerful the Jade Emperor was, he couldn't directly go against Emperor Qinghua's will. After all, the status of the two was equal, and Emperor Qinghua's mana was superior to him.

The flower god held his cheeks: "Let's enjoy the world together, and when your merits and virtues are complete, we will return to the heaven to enjoy the blessings."

"En." Responding to one word, Sichun took the initiative to close her mouth.