Daoist, I am married

The corner of the actor's mouth was slightly curved, and his eyebrows were affectionate, which made Jin Ze dumbfounded.

He really has no resistance to good-looking people.

Ming Cong on the side snorted softly, and appeared on the stage with a white flash in his hand.

Kanazawa: "..."

Ming Cong's appearance caused a panic, the music stopped, the actor stopped singing, and confronted Ming Cong on the stage.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jin Ze hurried to the stage, holding Ming Cong to prevent him from acting rashly.

Ming Cong glanced at him: "Kill him."

Jin Ze almost choked on the saliva, and said in a low voice: "He is just singing a show, and he hasn't done anything to us yet. Let's just wait and see how it gets better?"

So reckless, is he still the Taoist leader he knows?No, the Ming Cong he knew was a fake at all, and now he finally revealed his true nature.

Seeing that the visitor was not friendly, the actor opened his mouth, and his cool and delicate male voice made people sound very comfortable.

"My lord, is Lingyue's song not to your liking? Please give me your advice."

Jin Ze smiled: "No, no, he sang very well, he was just excited at the moment, I'm really sorry, let's go down now, you continue."

Jin Ze said while pulling Ming Cong's arm to pull him down, but Ming Cong broke free from Jin Ze's hand and pulled out the long sword in his hand.

Accompanied by the sound of a long sword being unsheathed, Jin Ze saw a large amount of blood sprayed on the stage.

There was chaos on and off the stage.

"Ah, murder!"

"Help ah ah ah!"

"..."

"Song Congming, you..." Jin Ze shook his head in disbelief as he looked at the blood in front of him and the person who had fallen silent on the ground, "Why are you?"

Even knowing that this is just an illusion, all fake, Kanazawa still can't bear to take a person's life for no reason.

Treating other people's lives like ants, and cherishing one's own life.

Ming Cong looked at him, sneered and smiled, and the corners of his mouth were familiar but unfamiliar: "This is just a fake, if I don't kill him for you, are you confident that you won't be seduced by him?"

"I..." Jin Ze said exhausted, he loves beauties, and this actor is indeed beautiful enough, but he still has the basic ability to distinguish, how could he be so easily fooled, "Song Congming, this is your real Thoughts?"

"Aze," Ming Cong called him, bent down and leaned close to his ear and said, "You really don't know what you're thinking? Don't think I didn't see it, you won't even move your eyes when you see that person."

Jin Ze pushed him away: "I think it's better for us not to communicate first, you also saw that you killed someone, and then?" He pointed to the empty audience, "It's useless, you just Just making excuses for your violent side."

As he said that, Jin Ze walked to the side of the actor who was killed, bent down and hugged him.

Everything is so real, the body in my arms is still warm, and I was still singing opera with vigor just now, but now I can never breathe.Jin Ze is glad that this is a fake, and also glad that he saw Ming Cong's true face earlier.

A sword lay in front of him.

"Where are you going?" Ming Cong raised his sword and asked.

"You don't have to worry about it." Jin Ze's tone was blunt.

"It doesn't count if you say it." As he said that, Ming Cong actually reached out and snatched the corpse from Jin Ze's arms.

Jin Ze didn't guard against being snatched away by him, and saw him swinging the long sword, and the corpse was smashed to pieces in an instant.

The bloody scene made Jinze's stomach churn, he bent over and retched a few times, but nothing came out.

Ming Cong came over with a long sword stained with blood, with a smile on his face: "Okay, now there are only two of us left."

Jin Ze looked at the blood stains on the back of his hands, then at the red corner of the clothes in front of him, straightened his waist, and looked at him.

"come here."

Ming Cong took a step closer, with a smile still on his face: "Why, can't you help but want to kiss me?"

Jin Ze: "Kiss your head!"

Immediately, a talisman was pasted on the bright forehead, and the talisman ignited spontaneously without fire. As the fire increased, the body of the person in front of him slowly disappeared until he disappeared.

The stage disappeared, and Jin Ze had already returned to the door.

The person standing at the door breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jin Ze, stepped forward and took his hand and said, "Just now I was about to enter with you, but I was ejected."

Jin Ze also heaved a sigh of relief, and leaned his head on his shoulder.

Ming Cong touched his hair: "Are you okay? What did you see?"

Jin Ze raised his head, staring at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as before, still unavoidably resentful in his heart, stretched out his hand to pinch his face, and opened his mouth to talk about what he had seen and heard in the door just now.

After listening to the story, Ming Cong was silent for a moment and said, "How did you find out that it wasn't mine?"

Jin Ze said: "Let's not talk about a big change in temperament, but you can still bear the bloody smell when he gets close to his face. This is definitely not something you can do."

Ming Cong frowned when he heard this.

"If you are really jealous, I would rather you fight with me than hurt innocent people." Jin Ze finally said.

Ming Cong patted him on the back, laughed and said with restraint: "There is no way, after all, relying on the position of the face, there will always be a sense of crisis."

Jin Ze touched his face: "Ma'am, I can't bear to have you alone, I really can't stand the others."

Ming Cong smiled: "Oh? You can't do it, but I'm good at it."

Jin Ze pushed him, straightened up and talked about the business: "That is very good Daoist Ming, what is going on in this door?"

Ming Cong pondered for a moment and said: "As far as I know, the scenes in the mirage are all illusioned according to the desires of the heart, so it can be seen that your heart..."

Jin Ze coughed: "Everyone has the love of beauty. I am too desireless, so it has no choice but to choose this one."

Ming Cong hooked the corner of his mouth and continued: "But this time, there is an extra fake body of mine, that is, in the mirage, there are other uncontrollable factors."

"The mirage is no longer the mirage it was before," Kanazawa said, "the mirage may no longer be controlled by her."

Ming Cong nodded: "Now we need to confirm whether the mirage is really intact. If something happens to her, we will rescue her."

"Then we," Jinze pointed to the remaining door ahead, "open another one?"

Ming Cong looked at it, and said, "I'll drive this time."

Jin Ze nodded, and said again: "Let's make a secret sign, if I become abnormal too, you just...call your husband, and if I agree, it's true."

Ming Cong took a deep look at him.

Jin Ze couldn't control the corners of his mouth from rising.

Ming Cong raised his hand to open the door, creaked, and in front of him was a vast sea of ​​clouds.

"Wow," Jin Ze walked a few steps, a little unbelievable, "Have we reached the sky? Will we see gods?"

Ming Cong said, "This is the top of the mountain."

Kanazawa took a closer look, and through the white mist, he could vaguely see the stone wall under his feet.

Jin Ze held Ming Cong's hand: "Hold on to me, don't get lost."

Ming Cong held his hand instead and responded with a smile.

The two walked together along the hazy fog, the fog in front of them became thinner as they walked, until they could see the road ahead.

"Is this a fairy mountain?" Jin Ze asked again, "Your dream is to become a fairy?"

Ming Cong didn't answer his words, but just looked at the road ahead.

Jin Ze could only continue to pull him forward.

Further forward is a forest, Jin Ze has no good impression of the forest, and walks quickly with Ming Cong, just hoping that there will be no more moths.

Ming Cong followed obediently, then stopped suddenly, signaling Jin Ze to look in another direction.

Kanazawa looked over, and there was a steaming hot spring among the lush forests.

"Go and see?" Jin Ze asked.

Ming Cong nodded.

As soon as Fang approached, he felt the heat from the hot spring, and the moist warmth on his face made Jinze feel itchy.

Although I just took a bath, I didn't have time to take a good soak. The appearance of such a clear and steaming spring water is too tempting.

Jin Ze looked at Ming Cong, and Ming Cong also looked at him.

Jin Ze smiled: "Would you like to go in and take a dip, it's very comfortable."

Ming Cong's face changed, but he nodded and said, "That's fine."

Kanazawa immediately began to take off his clothes, looking like he wanted to jump off right away.

Ming Cong looked at him, blinked, but didn't stop him.

In the dense mist, the two leaned side by side on the shore, soaking their whole bodies in the steaming spring water, feeling relaxed all over.

"Oh, it's comfortable." Jin Ze sighed, looked at Ming Cong, and asked, "Master Dao, what did you eat to grow up?"

Ming Cong: "Rice."

Jin Ze: "Liar, I also eat every day, how come I'm not as white as you." He said as he pulled Ming Cong's arm and compared it with his own.

In the mist, Kanazawa's cheeks were reddish, his black hair was wet with sweat, his mouth was still moving and talking non-stop, especially he was holding Ming Cong's hand without knowing it at all, and even touched it back and forth.

Ming Cong felt that she was going crazy.

He reached out and held Jinze's fluttering hand: "Go out after washing."

"Hey, what's wrong with my wife touching it?" Jin Ze blushed, leaned closer to Ming Cong again, and whispered in his ear, "Ma'am, you are so pretty."

The two didn't know who took the initiative first, and they kissed together in the blink of an eye.

The spring water is hot, and the body is even hotter.The lips and teeth are glued together, and bursts of numbness spread all over the body. Hearing the low moan in his ears, he just wants to hug the person in front of him, wishing to rub the delicate things in his hands into his body, and become his own talent. good.

Accompanied by the dense mist, you can see the pool water ripples in the entanglement between the two, and the sound of splashing water echoes the sound of heavy breathing, which is hidden in the vast expanse of whiteness.

"What are you doing, that's not the case." Jin Ze protested.

Ming Cong said with a lustful voice: "Don't move."

"Well... Song Congming, just wait for me!"

"Don't move around, be obedient."

"I don't believe your words anymore, only ghosts listen to your words!"

"Wait a minute, it'll be fine soon, huh?"

"Well......"

For a while, there were only bursts of clear water hammering and unknown ambiguous sounds beside the hot spring.