[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

The wedding banquet is particularly grand.

After leaving the palace where the bells are numerous and the stars are arching the moon, after walking for a few miles, there is an open space full of people sitting around.

Handsome and unrestrained jade tree facing the wind, stunning beauty, heavenly fragrance, beautiful face, thieves' eyebrows, mouse eyes, sharp mouth and monkey cheeks are like "sinking fish and wild geese", all of them have strange looks and no mediocrity, the worst is the broken leg, one eye, hunched back, creating an air of "surprise" Come on, just looking at people, it doesn't look like a wedding banquet in the world, but it looks like a meeting of ghosts in the Temple of Yama in the underworld.

Firelight and candlelight interspersed among green hills, green grass, streams, pools and pools, the sound of pushing cups after cups and yelling and dispatching can be heard endlessly, and there are even more weapons colliding with each other, mixed with the sound of strings and bamboos, the sound of strings and bamboos, and the people of Xialiba are mixing and kneading and kneading. Everything that was alive and stiff was stuffed here.

What a mess of characters.

A lacquered red pavilion stands in the center of the open space. The building is divided into two floors. It is not high but beautiful. It is surrounded by red satin and fire silk, and the lights are shining like pearls. auspicious.

To be worthy of the word wedding banquet.

Ling'er led Hua ManLou through the crowd, but at this time there was no distinction between high and low status, martial arts, high or low money, these group of "lonely ghosts" were all sitting on the ground lazily, drunkenly and joyously, with no corner of their eyes. Glance at Jingle.

Ling'er was not angry either.

When a wedding banquet is held, it is a feast for the dead.

There are no people at the banquet, only ghosts.

Human beings are divided into superior and inferior, but there are no ghosts in the yang world.

When I got to the attic, I found out that there was a firewood pile in front of the attic, and the thin firewood was neatly piled up. In order to prevent it from burning, I carefully separated some copper frames in the middle, and sprinkled raw wood on the firewood. Oil.

There are people sitting on the pavilion.

There are three people.

It's just the friendly little old man, the cold and conceited Gong Jiu, the beef soup who loves beef.

You have no ladder.

Ling'er and Huamanlou joined hands, with the tap of their toes, they were already standing on the pavilion.

"Father, Brother Ninth, Elder Sister."

Ling'er raised her head, her azure eyes were shining with fiery red, and she called out in a lively voice.

It was the demeanor of a crazy woman who couldn't call beef soup in the middle of the night.

"Good boy."

Wu Ming was in harmony.

Gong Jiu just nodded.

But beef soup didn't even look at her.

The honey in the mouth, the sword in the belly, how can a woman not know a woman.

It is a girl and a woman.

Wu Ming smiled and cupped his hands: "Young Master, please sit down."

Hua Manlou smiled: "Your Excellency is polite."

Ling'er gently took his hand and sat down at the same table with him.

The little old man chuckled.

"That's how everyone is here."

"The wedding banquet can be held."

he said loudly.

As soon as the words fell, I listened, and the noisy "ghosts" under the pavilion were silent again. In the huge place, it was suddenly quiet and deserted, only the sound of ideas breathing in and out.

But when a group of ghosts met Yan Luo, they all reincarnated as humans.

The sound of uniform footsteps came from afar,

The pace was fast, and soon arrived in front of the building.

But five strong men carried one person.

One man raised his head, and the other four men lifted their limbs, carrying them like dead pigs.

The handsome face of the man being carried was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and under his nose was a trimmed beard that was as neat as his eyebrows. It seemed that the man had a four beard.

He was wearing a bright red wedding dress with a big red flower tied on his chest. Everyone seemed to know that he was the protagonist of the wedding banquet.

Five strong men stopped in front of the pavilion, and threw the man onto the grass indifferently.

The man fell on the grass, his limbs were limp, his eyes were still closed, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"Fire!"

The little old man smiled happily on his round face.

Immediately, someone threw all the thirteen torches onto the pyre, and there was a sound of zigzagging, and in the blink of an eye, the flames were blazing.

The golden flames reflected the crowd sitting on the ground, all of them looked solemn and upright, like believers who had seen the Living Buddha or scholars who had heard the holy words.

"Worship heaven and earth."

The little old man said loudly.

Everyone changed from sitting to kneeling, and kowtowed to the fire together,

"Two thanks to the high hall."

Everyone looked up at the little old man on the pavilion, and kowtowed again.

Although Huamanlou couldn't see it, but hearing it, he felt that the ceremony was really weird.

It is clearly said to be the banquet of the dead, but it is actually the same as the wedding of the living.

The peerless sword-cut tofu is fed to the cat, and the honey jar is like vinegar, and the horse and the cow are irrelevant, but they are mixed together.

The little old man nodded in satisfaction.

"Life and death are due!"

Everyone stared at the man lying on the grass. The man had been supported and put into a kneeling position.

Both sides are going to worship together.

This worship is about the separation of yin and yang, the gap between life and death.

Worship is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, life and death are inevitable.

"enough!"

A woman suddenly stood up from the crowd.

She might be too tall, but the moment she stood up, she immediately stood out from the crowd.

'Her slender figure has soft lines, and her whole body exudes an irresistible charm. The outline of her face is obvious, and the blue light like sea water moves in a pair of cat-like eyes. Indescribable laziness, as if we have been tired of life for a long time. '

This is a strange woman who is very attractive to men.

Under the firelight, her cat eyes seemed to be ignited,

"I don't worship him."

"He's not dead."

She stepped out from the crowd like a heroic female warrior fighting for love.

Bell on the pavilion blinked.

"Isn't this the woman who was rescued from a brothel that brother Jiu sent over half a month ago?"

"what do you say that is?"

"Sharman."

The beef soup added a cold sentence.

Wu Ming's eyes slowly fell on Gong Jiu who didn't look at him.

There was no fluctuation on Gong Jiu's face.

He glanced at the woman standing next to the man being supported, and then stopped looking at her.

It was like she and he were strangers.

They are strangers.

It was just an upsurge in the brothel to save people.

Wu Ming smiled peacefully again.

But what he said was not kind.

"Take her down and have a wedding banquet tomorrow."

This is literally a death sentence.

If people don't die, how about a wedding banquet?

And who are you hosting a wedding banquet for?

The woman smiled miserably.

Immediately someone grabbed her hands and feet.

she shouted.

"Lu Xiaofeng, I know you are not dead! You stand up and save me? Didn't you say you would save me?"

"You stand..."

Sharman couldn't finish her sentence because she had been knocked out.

But Hua Manlou's complexion has changed.

become pale.

He stood up and rushed towards the prince.

No one stopped him.

Ling'er closed her eyes.

The little old man had his hands in his sleeves.

Beef soup with a smile on his lips.

Gong Jiu looked at his figure coldly and quietly.

Huamanlou landed on the grass in front of the pavilion, and ran straight to where Lu Xiaofeng was.

At this moment, he has eyes.

His ears are his eyes.

Hua Manlou stood in front of Lu Xiaofeng, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch Lu Xiaofeng's neck.

Two inches, one inch.

When he was about to touch Lu Xiaofeng's pulse, he suddenly stopped his hand.

Hua Manlou's hands were shaking.

Trembling uncontrollably.

His always calm and peaceful face showed a look of fear and regret mixed with anticipation and disbelief.

His ears are his eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng's breath was no longer in his eyes.

His fingers are also his eyes.

His eyes could already feel the cold, damp withering air unique to the dead.

Could it be that Lu Xiaofeng is really dead?

How could he die?

How could Lu Xiaofeng die?

At this moment, although Hua Manlou did not speak, his face seemed to be the same as that of all ordinary people in this world, with these few words written on his face.

But he is different from ordinary people in this world who only know how to escape, he moved his fingers again, and finally touched Lu Xiaofeng's pulse.

Wet, cold, no ups and downs.

A tear fell.

This tear was very calm, it flowed down Lu Xiaofeng's eyelids slowly.

The weeping person also became very calm.

All the expressions of sadness, remorse, expectation and hope faded from his face.

Hua Manlou closed her eyes and smiled, the smile was thin and faint.

"Lu Xiaofeng."

"You're such an idiot."

His pale fingertips gently touched Lu Xiaofeng's eyelids.

Another person came down from the pavilion.

His jet-black hair was undisturbed, there was not a single wrinkle on his snow-white clothes, and his sculpted face carried a cold, conceited and determined expression.

He looked at Huamanlou with sharp eyes.

Very focused.

It was Gong Jiu.

"You get really sad, you get angry."

He said with certainty.

The tone of voice was so ruthless that people wanted to cut him with a knife and cut his chest open to see if his heart was red like a human's, and would it bleed?

"You still won't kill me?"

Gong Jiu asked.

Hua Manlou stood up.

He turned around and faced Gong Jiu.

"You didn't do it."

he said quietly.

"Lu Xiaofeng is not dead either."

Gong Jiu smiled inexplicably again.

When he smiled, there was a strange magic power, his expression seemed to be floating in a dream, but with a sense of dignity, people couldn't help but want to keep his smile on his face forever.

After he laughed, he sighed again.

"It seems that next time, I really have to kill Lu Xiaofeng myself to get your answer."

It was extremely regrettable.

"This time, he wasn't supposed to be the protagonist of the wedding banquet, but Lu Xiaofeng bumped into the old man's hand."

"If there is nothing wrong, he should have come to save you."

Gong Jiu said again.

"Lu Xiaofeng is because you are in the current situation."

"If the woman hadn't spoken out, you'd have watched him burn."

He looked at Huamanlou.

The one who talks too much looks like a villain who is about to be killed by the protagonist.

"Even now, without an antidote, he will die after twelve hours."

"At that time, you will definitely be able to prepare a wedding banquet for him."

After finishing speaking, the corners of Gong Jiu's lips curled up into a smile line again.

Hua Manlou didn't want to laugh at this moment.

His dull eyes stared at Gong Jiu, in a pair of beautifully shaped eyes, the warmth of the evening seemed to have disappeared from his gaze.

Gong Jiu looked at him, his eyes suddenly changed quietly.

He doesn't laugh anymore.

Taking a deep breath, his tone became urgent and cold.

"Do you want Lu Xiaofeng's antidote?"

Without waiting for Hua Manlou's answer, he continued, "Just promise me one condition."

Hua Manlou's thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

"First, don't kill people, second, don't harm others, and third, don't let you commit suicide."

Gong Jiu seemed to know what Huamanlou was about to say.

"You must first agree to this condition."

Hua Manlou was silent for a moment, then said slowly and firmly, "Okay."

At this moment, he seemed to have little choice.

Gong Jiu's fingers trembled again.

He almost couldn't wait to throw a medicine bottle.

"Feed him."

Hua Manlou took it, knelt down, carefully opened Lu Xiaofeng's mouth, and poured the medicine from the bottle into Lu Xiaofeng's mouth.

There's no such thing as a stupid thing to try one yourself first.

There is only one antidote.

It's also completely unnecessary.

Hua Manlou put one hand on Lu Xiaofeng's artery, and the other hand stroked his back, helping him use internal force to dissipate the medicine.

A slow and weak pulse beat gently under his palm.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyelids trembled, as if he wanted to open them, but he failed.

Gong Jiu said: "He still needs to sleep for a while."

"You come with me."

The author has something to say:

The setting here is that Shaman has just been rescued by Gong Jiu, so he has no feelings; Lu Xiaofeng comes to rescue Huamanlou when he learns that Huamanlou is missing, and gets mixed up with Shaman.So the plot of the original book was basically overwhelmed by me.After the addition is over, look at the list in the future. There is no old rule of the list, and it is more likely to make up 3000 for two days.Please enter the group for the lock badge, there are in the group, high energy ahead, please pay attention! ╭(╯3╰)╮I don’t know Gong Jiu, if you know him, please join the group, we can discuss and discuss. !In the copywriting, Wang Mingming is too sleepy.