spoiled wife addicted

No plants were planted, and the water in the pool was quiet and clear. There was no wind at this time, and it looked like a flat mirror, reflecting the dark blue sky.

Ghost Killer simply stood by the pool and stopped moving, waiting for a boy servant or maid to pass by before asking.

Fate is a wonderful thing, whether it is a bad fate or a good fate, whether you like it or not, it just makes you unavoidable.

"Jun Mojin, is it really you?"

Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Guisha's eyes flashed with sternness, he turned around and looked at the picturesque man not far away, and smiled: "It turned out to be General Murong." After going through these few times, He has been able to control his emotions to face Murong Su.

Not hearing the denial, Murong Su stepped forward excitedly, and uncontrollably grabbed his shoulder: "Mo Jin, is it really you?"

Ghost Killer glanced at him coldly, and raised his hand to break off his hand one by one: "General, please respect yourself. It doesn't matter to you who I am, you just need to understand that you owe me a blood debt, so I crawled out of hell Come back to collect debts from you." Chi Xiao is no different from ordinary weapons, he was injured by Chi Xiao, and he recovered very slowly, Murong Su had great strength, and the wound was a little painful.

Last night when he was fighting, he couldn't see the person clearly. Now that he saw the hand covering his own, Murong Su's mind went blank. Muttered: "Why did you become like this? And how did your hands..." Jun Mojin's fingers are well-proportioned. Because of playing the piano, there is a slight layer of calluses on the fingertips, but it is not ugly, but now these hands Covered with ugly scars.

Ghost Killer raised his eyebrows and smiled sinisterly: "Is it ugly?"

Murong Su frowned and remained silent, which meant that he clearly agreed.

Ghost Killer thought of Fei Xueyi caressing and kissing the scars all over his body over and over again, couldn't help but smile even more, and said viciously: "Thank you to General Murong for leaving these scars that I will never forget in this life. In order to thank you You, I will give everything I have to 'repay'."

Alienation, indifference, and cruelty, this is not Jun Mojin.

Jun Mojin died six years ago.

Murong Su supported his chest, and said to himself: "We will never forget each other."

"It's so good. Also, the general had better hide his beauty well, otherwise I'll hurt him every time I see him, until he's full of holes, just like me."

Ghost Killer didn't want to talk to him anymore, strode past him and was about to leave, but he grabbed his arm.

Suddenly, Ghost Killer had the urge to cut off this arm, Mu Qingge pulled it during the day, and now Murong Sura pulled it, are they really husband and wife?

"Why? Why did you betray?"

When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and dejected, and he looked lonely, but the arm holding him was always strong.

It's been six years, and you owe me an explanation. If Jun Mojin is really you, then tell me why you betrayed our relationship!

Ghost Slayer twitched his arm, but he couldn't do so, and suddenly his face darkened, obviously becoming impatient: "I don't know what you're talking about." Only he, Murong Su, is not qualified.

Murong Su glared at him: "Don't you know King Beijing of Southern Border?"

"So what if we know each other." Ghost Killer said angrily.

"Since you chose him, why did you say those things to me again?" Murong Su's forehead was exposed with veins, and he was extremely angry. Why can a person's heart change so quickly, and why he can still be so confident even now.

Hatred surged in Ghost Killer's black pupils, and he said coldly: "Murong Su, let go! I don't kill you now because I don't want you to die so cheaply. You should suffer more, and hell is where you and Huarong are. the only place to go.”

Burned by the hatred in his eyes, Murong Su let go of his hand in a daze, and roared angrily: "Yes, I sent troops to destroy your clan. After you stabbed me with the sword, I made up my mind to destroy your clan. Everything to protect."

"Oh, human life is really nothing in your eyes, especially Muyue people." After finishing speaking, Ghost Killer paused, thinking of what Murong Su said just now, seemed to think of something, and laughed again: "You said it was because of me. Betrayed you, so you sent troops to destroy my family?"

Murong Su narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you still want to deny it?"

"Very good, very good..." He couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart when he thought that he had left his family and endured the pain of burning his feet, but in exchange for the sentence "he was the one who betrayed him first".

The laughter was no longer the same as before, and it was also different from his speaking voice. Hearing this, Murong Su took several steps back, and finally realized that Ghost Killer had kept his lips closed all the time, and he was just using ventriloquist.

After laughing enough, he pierced Murong Su with mocking eyes like needles: "Murong Su, your trust is really fragile."

Murong Su looked at him anxiously, his thoughts were confused: "You know how sad I am, and you know that when my life is on the verge, I'm still waiting for you to turn around and give me an explanation."

Ghost Killer probably guessed that Huarong must be playing tricks, but these...

He curled his lips into a sneer, and the Xieshajian was already in his hand at some point, and the tip of the sword touched Murong Su's eyebrows: "But these are not the reasons why you can destroy my whole clan. They haven't done anything outrageous, and most of them haven't even gone through the past, but what about you? Rape, skinning, and bone removal! Moon demon, it's ridiculous! Compared to you ugly people, they Even if it's a monster, it's still a monster!"

As long as the hand is strong, the Xiesha Sword can penetrate Murong Su's head, but this is not what he wants.

"The thing I, Jun Mojin, disdains the most in this life is betrayal." After leaving these words, he put away his sword and left. Murong Su, if you still have the brains, you should go back and investigate carefully what is wrong. I am looking forward to your success The moment you know the truth.

Seeing him leave, Murong Su subconsciously chased after him, and grabbed him: "Jun Mojin, I'm waiting for your revenge." Now his mind is in a mess, he only knows that he can't let Ghost Killer leave like this.

Suddenly, a grape was shot from nowhere, and it hit Murong Su's back impartially.

Murong Su let go of his hand, Ghost Killer raised his head and glanced at the distance, pursed his lips slightly, and walked away.

In the banquet hall, light gauzes are flying, the lights are beautiful, the floor is covered with luxurious and thick blankets, a variety of exquisite pastries, delicious wine and food, tables are filled with tables, maids in pink clothes and servants in blue shirts shuttle back and forth, welcoming the distinguished guests to the table.

The sound of silk and bamboo resounded faintly, and several women walked in slowly on lotus steps, all of them were outstanding, graceful and sexy women, all of them were half-naked, wearing various gauze clothes as thin as cicada's wings, smiling cleverly Qianxi, her snow-white skin is even more crystal clear under the light.

Their graceful figures came to the hall and sat next to the guests. For a while, soft words and laughter lingered around, and the scene was very lively.

This scene was comparable to that of a Goulan brothel.

This Golden Thousand Years is indeed as the legend says, extremely extravagant and lewd.

Most of the officials sat upright, motionless, and only wanted to end the banquet quickly and go home.

Sangong looked at these women with a livid face, blowing his beard and staring, cursing in his heart: "Eunuch, disgrace my emperor!"

Murong Su probably hasn't recovered yet, since he entered the hall, his eyes have been locked on the ghost in the corner opposite him, and he didn't even respond to the woman clinging to him.

Ghost Slayer sat in the most inconspicuous corner with his eyes half downcast, as if he was thinking about something, but for some unknown reason, no woman came forward, and his part of the hall was the cleanest.

"Master Qiantui, the King of Beijing is here!" With a high-pitched voice coming from outside the door, everyone looked up.

I saw the person coming in a snow-white gauze casual gown, the long gown dragging the floor, his satin-like black hair flowing down smoothly, his face was powdered as before, and the corners of his eyes were smudged with bright red rouge, but today his lips and face Just as pale, without any rouge.

White, black, dotted with a little red, the whole person is as weird as a dead man, and as coquettish as a mandala.

Behind him is Yun Shuocheng, the lord of Baihua Palace with a smile on his face, dressed in blue clothes, and Ye Zicang, the delicate and delicate King of Beijing, who is dressed in strange costumes, with red lips and white teeth.

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He flicked up his robe that dragged the floor, and sat gracefully on the thick, large soft seat, with one leg crossed and the other bent, his slender arms resting elegantly on the bent knees, with a lazy and leisurely posture.

However, Yun Shuocheng and King Beijing sat on both sides below him.

He picked up the silk scarf trimmed with gold on the table, covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and said in a low voice, "The king of Beijing Jing came from a long way, and it is a great honor for me to be able to host a banquet on behalf of my emperor. , I hope the King of Beijing will not be offended if he is rude."

Hearing this, King Beijing raised the wine cup in front of him, and raised his hand slightly: "Qiantui is too polite. This king has come here uninvited, causing trouble for Emperor Qing and Qiantui. I heard that Qiantui contracted a cold yesterday. Is it better?

"King Lao Beijing is worried, he is much better now."

"That's good. Chitose's body is precious, but he should take good care of his life and self-cultivation."

Jin Qiansui pursed his lips and smiled lightly, his cold eyes casually swept over the people below one by one, but at the moment he looked at Guisha, there was a trace of softness in his eyes.

Putting down the silk scarf, his brows that were barely visible frowned, and asked, "Why hasn't the national teacher arrived yet?"

Da Sikong teased his old face, and answered in a lukewarm way: "Naturally, Master Guoshi won't come to this kind of place."

"Oh?" Jin Qiansui blinked with a smile that was not a smile: "Da Sikong is really old and strong, and he is blessed by the Master of the State Teacher. This is much more fluent than last time. However, it is rare for King Beijing to come to Northern Xinjiang. It's a courtesy, come here."

After the sound fell, an eunuch in blue bowed outside the door, and said respectfully, "What is Qiantui's order?"

"Go to the Jitian Pavilion and invite Master Guoshi here, and just say that I want to have a few drinks with him. If he refuses to come, you can threaten him with death." His tone was very casual, very generous, without the slightest I don't realize how petty it is.

The people below heard that they almost couldn't catch up, this eunuch actually instigated the servants of his mansion to threaten the Master of the State Teacher like this, he really deserves to die.

King Beijing put his palms together and said with a smile, "It just so happens that this king also wants to meet the legendary Beijiang national teacher."

The corners of Jin Qiantui's pale mouth were raised slightly, and his head was propped on one hand. The wide white gauze sleeves slid down, revealing his fair arms. Immediately, the delicate collarbone and snow-colored skin were revealed.

But he didn't care, wrapped his fingers around a strand of hair on his chest, and said slowly: "The national teacher is a celestial being, and it is not something that ordinary people can see. On weekdays, the national teacher is busy praying for blessings, and rarely walks out of the heaven worship pavilion. The next time I took advantage of the arrival of King Beijing, I had the honor to invite Master Guoshi to sit in the mansion."

King Beijing nodded, with a thoughtful expression: "Along the way, this king heard that this national teacher has the ability to kill demons and purify the souls of the dead. I don't know if it is true or not?"

"Of course." Jin Qiansui waved his hand and said no more.

The silk and bamboo wind music sounded again, and dancers dressed in light gauze came in, and the hall was filled with singing and dancing.

After a long time, King Bei Jing wanted to ignore a certain gaze, but that gaze followed him like a shadow and never left him, so he had to ask in embarrassment: "Qiantui, who is it? It seems that I didn't see this person in the court today. "

Jin Qiansui followed King Beijing's gaze, and saw Murong Su looking at him angrily, thought for a while and explained: "He is the great general Murong Su, who was assassinated outside Lin'an City a few days ago, and has been staying in the mansion recently. If you don’t have self-cultivation and go to court, the king of Beijing will naturally not be able to see it.”

"I see. He looks at me like this, but what's wrong with me?" Although he has a flirtatious nature, he really has no interest in men like Murong Su, he still prefers petite and soft.

Jin Qiansui coughed a few more times, and said slowly: "I just killed his personal maid a few days ago, and now he is angry in his heart. King Beijing Jing doesn't need to worry about it, he is looking at me and annoyed me." After saying this, he subconsciously looked in the direction of Ghost Killer, who just happened to look up at him.

Looking at him from afar, Ghost Killer nodded slightly at him, got up and left.

As soon as the ghost killer left, Murong Su walked over step by step with a wine cup in his hand, with a strong murderous look on his body: "Prince Beijing Jing, I haven't seen you in six years, please."

King Beijing twitched his mouth, feeling that this person was inexplicable, raised his glass and took a sip, and said with a smile on his face: "This king and the general don't know each other, why haven't we seen each other for six years?"

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The sky is like ink, there are no stars, no moon, no wind, only boundless dark clouds gather, as if the sky is about to be crushed in the next moment.But this does not affect the bustling and lively imperial capital in the slightest. People are still coming and going on the streets, and there are various brightly colored lanterns hanging on the streets.

Ghost Killer paced slowly among these lanterns. When he came out of the Chitose Mansion, he inquired about the location of Huamenglou, and now he was slowly walking towards Huamenglou.

Recalling all the recent events in my mind, I couldn't help but sighed softly.

I haven't seen him for six years, but the appearance of the King of Beijing hasn't changed much, it's a pity that things are different, otherwise it would be nice to have some more teasing.

As for Murong Su's so-called betrayal, he is not interested in knowing, but it is necessary to expose Huarong's face.

Fei Xueyi's abnormality last night, as well as those purple eyes, made him very concerned. Speaking of purple eyes, the little snow-white fox in his dream was a pair of pure and bright purple eyes.

Mu Qingge's whereabouts is a question, maybe sending Murong Su back on the day of his wedding can give Murong Su a small surprise, but the surprise must be greater than the joy.

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After several times passed, Guisha finally realized that he seemed to have lost his way again.

Only this time, he turned around calmly and planned to go back the same way, but his eyes swept across the dark alley inadvertently, and he stopped suddenly.

that figure...

Ghost Killer's eyes were bloodshot in an instant, and he walked in step by step with a murderous look.

In the dark alley, An Dazheng folded his arms around his chest, directing two men to beat the people on the ground. After Mo Bai came yesterday, he was always in a state of agitation. This morning, he sent people all over the city to find a cool breeze, and finally found it in the beggar's nest He found a cool breeze in the forest, and it was God's will to help him after thinking about it.

Two stones flew out of their hands, and the two men's brains burst immediately, and they fell to the ground dead.

Anda turned around in shock and looked up angrily.

At the entrance of the alley, a dull-faced young man in white clothes was walking slowly. He was still playing with a stone in his hand, indicating that he was the one who made the move just now.

An Da shouted angrily: "It was you who came out..."

I haven't finished my words yet, I just heard a 'whoosh'...

"Hmm..." An Da fell to the ground and wailed in pain, with big drops of cold sweat on his forehead, and the hand covering his knee kept shaking, as if his kneecap had been shattered.

Ghost Killer lifted the cool breeze and said a few words of comfort in a soft voice.Although Liangfeng is stupid, but a fool's intuition is the most sensitive. He still knows who is good to him and who is not good to him. For example, the person in front of him, he remembers that he bought chicken legs for him, so he is a good person.

After settling down in the cool breeze, Ghost Killer walked back to Anda and bent slightly, looked at him, and said quietly: "Anda, it was really hard for me to find you, An Er has been waiting for you for so long, you are really cruel as a brother , don’t care if he lives or dies?”

The severe pain in his body dissipated because of these words, and the fear and chill deep in his heart quickly spread. He didn't care about the pain in his body, and he didn't want to find out whether the boy in front of him was that person.

He just wanted to escape now, away from this dark alley.

He stumbled up, leaned on the wall, and limped towards the outside.

He looked back at Ghost Killer while walking, saw that Ghost Killer didn't come after him, he just stood there and looked at him with a smile, then pursed his lips, but there was a faintly familiar singing voice resounding in this dark alley.

The red windmill is filled with houses, when the spring breeze comes, it will turn when it blows, and the father calls the baby to go home quickly;

Love tea flowers, planted all over the mountain, the autumn wind comes, blowing everywhere, and the dolls are picked and presented to daddy.

The cold and strange voice came to my ears, like a curse, making the past scenes reappear in front of my eyes, it was so bloody and horrible.

"Don't come to me... Please... Please..." An Da kept yelling crazily, his steps quickened, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his hair wet his forehead and stuck to his face, making him extremely embarrassed.

Just when he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, Ghost Killer tapped his toes, stood in front of him like lightning, and then kicked hard.

"Wow..." An Da flew out with his whole body, hit the wall deep in the dark alley, and then fell to the ground. He had no strength to get up again, but he was still crawling on the ground. He didn't even know he could Where to climb.

Liangfeng sat beside him and looked at him, tilting his head and grinning, "It's another dog..."

Gradually, gusts of cold wind blew, and fine raindrops fell from the sky, dripping on the body, with the chill penetrating into the bones.

Ghost Slayer squatted down in front of him, grabbed his hair, and slammed into the hard stone floor: "Are you from Muyue?"

thump...

"When you see the moon priest, you should kneel down and salute, but what did you do?"

thump, thump...

One sound after another, the forehead was bloody and bloody, exposing the white skull, the blood had just flowed out, and was washed away by the rain.

"If anything happens to Jun Xiaoqi, I want you to disappear completely in this world, and you won't even be qualified to reincarnate as beasts."

The cold voice floated above his head, and An Da couldn't hear it for a long time. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't feel anything, no pain, no fear.

He felt that he was actually dead.

Suddenly, a sword energy struck from the air.

This familiar murderous aura is Chi Xiao.

Ghost Slayer's eyes surged with anger, he pressed his hand on his waist, turned around and swung his sword backhand, blocking the sword energy.

However, the visitor had no intention of fighting any more, he put away his sword and flew down from the roof, stood in front of Ghost Killer, bowed slightly: "Little master."

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Ghost Killer looked at him expressionlessly, and said: "Tell me what you are here for, if you beg for mercy for him, there is no need."

Leng Xing maintained a bowed posture: "Leng Xing didn't come here to plead for anyone, but to ask for advice on two things. I beg my little master to help Leng Xing solve his doubts." He followed behind when he came out of the Chitose Mansion, several times. Looking at the frail figure of Ghost Killer, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen to them now if Xuexiang Xiaozhu hadn't betrayed him back then, and the young lord hadn't sent troops to exterminate the clan. to the past.

"Why?" Ghost Killer pointed straight at the sword, and said sarcastically, "Why do you think that I will definitely solve your doubts for you? You should understand that you can't escape the blame for what happened back then."

Leng Xing's expression was firm: "As for what happened back then, I never thought of escaping for a day. The little master once said that a person's life or death depends entirely on his own ability, so if I die under the sword of the little master in the future, I have nothing to say." It can be said that there will never be any hatred or unwillingness, but if the little master wants to kill the young master, I will never show mercy."

"You remember my words clearly." Ghost Slayer smiled coldly, his hands shook, and the soft sword returned to his waist. He stood with his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and let the rain drip on his face: "I have long since stopped It's your little master, your loyalty is limited to Murong Su, so even if we face each other with swords, it's just that big of a deal. Ask whatever you want, just this once."

Only then did Leng Xing straighten up, and asked, "In Xuexiang Xiaozhu, are you the one who chose King Beijing to stab the young master?"

"No."

Leng Xing's body was shocked. Although he had already thought that there might be a possibility, he was still shocked when he heard the confirmation. If the young master knew that his so-called betrayal was just designed by someone with a heart, how would the young master accept such a fact? ?

"second question."

Leng Xing suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and said after deliberation: "Is there a Gu worm that can swallow people's memories, and... only when you are emotional, you can see it... It is about the size of a little finger... When it happens, people's temperament will change... Just It's like a different person."

"Did you win?" Ghost Killer raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, Fei Xueyi had asked him this question not long ago, but with Leng Xing's temper, he would never come to ask him such a question without a reason, it seems like a big deal It is possible that Murong Su fell into this Gu.

Leng Xing shook his head: "Do you know what this is?" Mu Yueren is good at all kinds of Gu skills, which is why he chose to ask Ghost Killer.

"Puppet Gu worm, it is a Gu worm raised with the blood of the voodoo victim. Simply put, this voodoo worm will suck all the brains of the voodoo victim little by little, and finally be completely controlled by the voodoo victim. He does whatever he wants, without any self-awareness at all." Ghost Killer looked a little more serious, could it be Bai Limei who refines the puppet Gu worm behind it?What exactly is he trying to do, maybe Fei Xueyi should ask Fei Xueyi to check his background.

Leng Xing's frowned eyebrows became a hill, his voice was somewhat hollow: "Is there any way to take out the Gu worms?"

"I don't know about this, but if you don't do things like cloud and rain and don't fluctuate too much, the growth rate of Gu worms will slow down a lot. By the way, maybe..." Guisha dragged his voice and paused.

Leng Xing's eyes lit up, and he said anxiously: "What did you think of, little master?"

"Find the person who cast the Gu, maybe he has a way to take out the Gu insect,"

A person who has a voodoo.

Leng Xing pondered these words over and over again, Huarong's face flashed in his mind, and he slammed his clenched fist on the wall, blood dripping instantly, Huarong is now pregnant, the young master cannot be stimulated, he has neither Conclusive evidence points out that Hua Rong did all of this, what should he do.

Ghost Killer glanced at him: "Refining this kind of Gu requires a lot of blood from the victim, so generally speaking, the relationship between the victim and the victim is relatively close, and you can find out from the closest people around you. You also know about this aspect, you can ask him." That's it, how to make a choice depends on Leng Xing's loyalty and can go so far, whether to investigate Huarong with righteousness and relatives, or to keep silent.

"Thank you, Leng Xing bid farewell." After saying that, he left with heavy steps.

Looking at his back, Ghost Killer pursed his lips, then looked at Anda on the ground with a dead and dull face, raised the corners of his mouth, pulled Anda's hair, and called Shangliangfeng out of the dark alley.

That's how Anda dragged him out of the Chongyue Palace back then.

Hehe, six years have passed, people's hearts have changed, the situation has changed, he is not the same as before, and everything will not go back to the beginning.

As soon as he walked out of the dark alley, a gorgeous carriage stopped in front of him immediately, and an eunuch stepped down, swung the whisk in his hand, put it on his arm, and respectfully saluted Guisha: "Young master, it's raining, Chitose asked our family to pick it up." You go home."

When they returned to Chitose Mansion, the banquet in the front hall was still going on, and the eunuch drove the carriage through the back door and entered the mansion.

After Uncle Liu saw An Da, he was so emotional that he kicked furiously with his feet while cursing angrily, while Liang Feng gnawed on the chicken leg beside him, yelling for Grandpa to come on.

After a while, another boy servant came to bring clean clothes and two bowls of brown sugar ginger tea. Shang Ziluo, who had disappeared for most of the day, followed the boy servant.

Shang Ziluo's black robe was completely soaked, but his face was full of joy. He sat down opposite the cool breeze and said loudly, "My dear brother, go have a drink with someone from Shang."

Ghost Killer picked up the ginger tea and took a sip, and said, "Brother is so happy to go out, but what good happened?" He frowned when the ginger tea entered his mouth, and he quickly touched it from the honey pot on the table. After taking out a candied fruit and putting it in his mouth, the pain in his throat eased slightly.

This candied fruit is sour and delicious.

Shang Ziluo said with a smile: "Actually, it's not a good thing, it's just that a wish has been relieved today, and I feel very happy."

"This is really worthy of congratulations, please wait a moment, Brother Yu." Ghost Killer picked up another candied fruit and put it in his mouth, then went to the inner room with his clothes in his arms.

As soon as Ghost Killer left, Liangfeng also picked up a candied fruit and put it in his mouth, but the next moment he immediately spat it out, pouting: "It's so sour, it doesn't taste good at all."

After a while, Ghost Slayer came out with the piano bag on his back, explained a few words to Uncle Liu, and then left the house with Shang Ziluo.

Shang Ziluo took him to the most remote room in the courtyard. The windows in the room were wide open, clean and white, surrounded by white veils, hanging from the top to the ground, which was blowing in the wind, and the ground was made of a large piece of snow-white jade. The pavement is pure white and crystal clear, without any trace of blemish.

A soft couch was placed near the window, and on the low table in front of the soft couch was a fist-sized luminous pearl, which was emitting soft light, illuminating the room, and there were a few books casually placed beside it.

Shang Ziluo took off his brocade boots and stepped on them barefoot.

Seeing this, Ghost Killer also bent down, took off his boots, and walked up.

This is……

Wen Yu is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Looking at the Wen Yu all over the floor, Ghost Killer twitched his lips fiercely, how much money would it take to build such a room, it is too extravagant and shameful.

Shang Ziluo reached out to pat the window, and the maids who had been waiting outside for a long time immediately filed in, collected the books, served drinks and dishes, and finally left towards Shang Ziluo and Guisha Weiwei.

The two sat on the ground, Shang Ziluo directly picked up a jug of wine and handed it to the ghost killer, and said with a smile: "Brothers are not so polite, today we will use the jug instead of the cup and see who falls down first."

Ghost Killer took it, and raised his eyebrows provocatively: "Brother is sure to lose." When it comes to drinking, he is really not afraid of anyone except the little uncle.

While speaking, the wrist was turned, the flagon was tilted, and the clear wine was poured into the mouth accurately along a line.

As soon as the wine was in the mouth, Shang Ziluo and Ghost Killer felt a gust of wind blowing in, and then Ghost Killer found that the flagon in his hand was gone.

Seeing the person coming, Shang Ziluo smiled casually: "Xue Yi, why are you in such a mess?"

Fei Xueyi glared at him, and sat down next to Ghost Killer. His clothes were disheveled, a large area of ​​skin on his chest was exposed, and his black hair was still dripping water. He must have just taken a bath, and for some reason Come here, but don't come in a hurry to get dressed.

Shang Ziluo laughed, leaned against the window with the jug in hand and looked into the distance, ignoring Fei Xueyi's cannibalistic gaze.

"Master." Gui Sha frowned, Fei Xueyi was angry, but why?

Fei Xueyi put the flagon down heavily, and asked: "Why do you want to drink? Your voice is already like that, can you still drink? Are you not afraid of pain!"

"..." Ghost Killer was taken aback for a moment, could it be that he was angry because of this?

As if she knew what he was thinking, Fei Xueyi continued to roar: "Should I not be angry, or do you think it doesn't matter at all, since it can't be cured anyway, just break the pot and throw it at will?"

"I never thought of that." After finishing speaking, he got up helplessly: "I'll go back to the house to get a cloth towel for wiping my head."

Fei Xueyi grabbed him, coughed a few times, and said: "I'll go by myself, you are not allowed to drink, just wait for me to come back." After speaking, the person disappeared like a gust of wind.

"My dear brother, I was reckless. I forgot that you can't drink with your throat." Shang Ziluo apologized.

Ghost Slayer smiled faintly, picked up the jug and took a big sip, then raised his hand at Shang Ziluo: "It's not in the way at all, the master is too careful."

Shang Ziluo raised one eyebrow, gloatingly reminded: "Xueyi loves to hold grudges very much, if he comes back and finds out that you've been drinking, he might put his hips on his hips and swear at others." Ziluo couldn't help laughing loudly: "A man like him will only be born once in a hundred years."

Hearing this, Ghost Killer's cold eyes were tinged with tenderness, and he said softly: "He is a good man."

Shang Ziluo murmured in agreement: "Indeed, it is lucky to be friends with him. Of course, except for me, he has been oppressing me since the day we met, so it's good to owe anything, just don't owe life-saving grace, see Look at me as an example, when he saved my life when I was young, I have to protect him for the rest of my life, hey, miscalculation..."

"Yes, I will protect him for the rest of my life..." Ghost Killer slowly took out the piano, and sighed softly: "I have two major wishes in my life, one is to play the piano for my bosom friend to listen to, and the other is to drink wine and get drunk with my friends. Both of them will come true today. Brother, get ready gone?"

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So when Fei Xueyi came back, there was already a pile of empty jugs on the ground. Shang Ziluo was holding the jug in one hand and the Qiushui sword in the other, shaking in the middle of the room. Although the ghost killer was not drunk, he still looked good. When I got there, I seemed to be humming and singing something.

Fei Xueyi strode over angrily, grabbed someone, and slapped someone hard on the buttocks a few times.

Ghost Killer was not drunk enough, at least he knew it was Fei Xueyi, he struggled to open Fei Xueyi, held Fei Xueyi's face with both hands, looked at it seriously, and said: "Fei Xueyi, you are so beautiful."

Fei Xueyi's anger dissipated in an instant. Since they have known each other for so long, this is the first time that Ghost Killer said such words to him. Hmph, is it true that he uttered the truth after drinking?

"You have beautiful purple eyes." Ghost Killer continued.

Fei Xueyi's face darkened again, this person is drunk and confused!

"Fei Xueyi, if I hug you, you won't be hurt anymore."

Fei Xueyi was stunned, looking at someone who was hugging her stupidly.

"I'll sing a song for you, and you won't be afraid of thunder anymore. It's a song from our hometown, and each of us can sing it..."

Fei Xueyi snorted, apparently still a little angry: "If you don't sing well, I won't listen to you."

For a while, there were only strange songs floating in the whole house.

Fei Xueyi gently picked him up, placed him gently on the soft couch, and then covered him with a thick blanket, while he sat beside him and kept watch all night.

That night, Guisha slept very restlessly, and he had that dream again.

In the dream, the little man in white has grown into a thin and slender boy, and he is still followed by a chubby little white-haired fox.

The boy carried the fox up the mountain. They walked for a day and a night in the mountain, and finally stopped by a small stream.

There was a man in black sitting there, his whole body was covered under a black cloak, and his head and face could not be discerned.

The young man sat down next to the man in black. The little fox seemed to dislike the man in black very much. He squinted at the man in black with purple eyes, then buried his head in rubbing against the young man's chest, and let out a triumphant tweet.

Ghost Killer suddenly wanted to see who this white-clothed boy was and why he entered his dream.

Just thinking about it like this, others are already standing in front of them.

However, the faces of the boy and the man in black are blurred, only the little fox is very clear, and they seem to be unable to see him, no matter what he calls or does, they are indifferent.

Ghost Killer lowered his head, turned and left silently, and at that moment, another chirp came to his ears.

He looked back, and saw that fox was looking at him intently, with a pair of purple eyes full of disdain, as if saying: You are so stupid.

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Ghost Killer opened his eyes, the white gauze all over the room was blown up by the wind, he rubbed his aching head and sat up, looking out the window, the sky was covered with clouds, the cold wind was raging, and it was going to snow.

However, under this hazy sky, the red color of the whole courtyard becomes particularly eye-catching.

The ghost killer didn't care about putting on his shoes, and ran out barefoot.

When I opened the door, the red windmills that filled the yard greeted my eyes. When the cold wind blew, all the windmills turned and made a nice 'swish' sound.

At the same time, the memories of last night swept in like a tide, just like the red windmills that filled the courtyard, turning and reappearing non-stop.

—I'll sing a song for you.

——If you can’t sing well, I don’t want to listen to it.

Scarlet Snow Clothes...

He walked to the yard step by step, picked up a windmill, and blew lightly on the windmill. The windmill started to spin immediately, and he pursed his lips and smiled softly.

The cold wind blows the red windmills all over the courtyard, and he stands in the red ocean, pursing his lips and smiling.

Whose heart is moved, whose eyes are lost.

"Ajin, do you like it?" The voice fell, and a piece of red gauze fell, covering his head and face tightly.

Ghost Killer raised his head in astonishment, and looked at Fei Xueyi through the thin red gauze.

Fei Xueyi was standing in front of him, her face was pale, her eyes were black and blue, but there was a dazzling smile on her face.

"Master, you..." He mumbled, wanting to ask him why, but he couldn't get out of his mouth.

Fei Xueyi smiled softly, took his hand, and put it on her chest: "The heaven and the earth are the witnesses, and the windmill is the matchmaker. I, Fei Xueyi, married Jun Mojin today. Give up, love him, cherish him until death, if you break your vow, you will be struck by lightning, and you will die a bad death." After saying this, he lifted the red gauze with his fingertips