The heroine who wears a book, her character is broken

The nearest city is Zishun City, which is not much different from Luofeng City, but the flow of people is much more than Luofeng City.

Suifeng stopped outside the city, and several people entered the city one by one. Mo Ciwan took Mo Cizhu's hand and followed the others.

It was not early at this time, and they were not in a hurry to buy, so Mu Yu took them to the inn first.

Usually, one person has one room, but Mo Cizhu and Mo Ciwan only needed one room. The four of Mu Yu also learned that the two are Taoist couples, and Yuan Kai and Yuan Li are twin brothers. Although the two don't look like twins at all.

A beautiful one is outrageous, and a masculine one is outrageous.

Yin Shu is an exceptionally gentle girl, she doesn't look like the kind of person who survives by licking blood at the edge of a knife, but more like the kind of lady, gentle lady in her former world, with a bookish air about her.

After looking at the room, Mo Cizhu took Mo Ciwan downstairs to ask for a table of food, and asked the others if they would like to try it together.

Yin Shu didn't come, but Mu Yu and the twin brothers did.

"Azhu, we are going to the ghost market tonight, do you want to go together?" At the dinner table, Mu Yu asked the two of them.

"Ghost market?" Mo Cizhu's eyes sparkled with curiosity: "Are there ghosts?"

"There might be a ghost cultivator." Mu Yu answered her question with a smile.

"The owner of this ghost city is a ghost cultivator. I heard that this person is the first person in the world to complete three thousand ghost paths and become a ghost king. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the No. 1 ghost path. The king dare not say that he can win her, this person has a strange mind and acts unpredictable."

"This ghost city was also established by her alone, and it is also a place where ghost cultivators gather. It is rumored that there is nothing in this world that she does not know, but if you want to get the news you want, you have to exchange it with corresponding treasures. Of course, this treasure is something that the ghost king likes." Eyes." Mo Ciwan explained to Mo Cizhu.

"Of course the so-called omniscience is just a gimmick. There are always things in this world that no one knows." Mo Ciwan sneered.

"However, the ghost market is mainly populated by human demons and devils, exchanging items and bartering. Some people will take out something to get what they want. There is no spirit stone or magic stone here. The stall owner thinks You can get what you want, and the two parties can reach a deal, and you have to pay a high-grade magic weapon to enter here."

Mo Cizhu listened to Mo Ciwan finished speaking, and looked at her with a smile on his chin: "My sister is amazing."

"Ok?"

"Know everything." Mo Cizhu fed her a mouthful of crispy meat, then looked at Mu Yu: "Go, I haven't seen it yet."

This is also something she has never written about. She mentioned the ghost way in the article, but she did not elaborate. The ghost way is difficult to cultivate, and it is too difficult to complete the three thousand ghost ways. There are very few in the world.

It is also impossible to fight with the three races of humans, monsters and demons.

Therefore, Mo Cizhu didn't describe Ghost Cultivator in full detail, and the ghost king is naturally not all in her article.

Mo Cizhu ate the food, but didn't taste it well for the first time, there were too many things that were different from her book.

This world should have developed on its own, and it has long since broken away from those fixed settings.

But she, the author, has come to the book, and it is normal to leave the setting.

The most intuitive thing is that the Mo family is still alive, and those men who have entanglements with Mo Ciwan have no chance to play.

Mo Cizhu is very satisfied with this point, after all, who would like the potential peach blossoms of his girlfriend to dangle in front of his eyes one by one, adding trouble to his heart, especially these rotten peach blossoms were caused by her alone, it is hard to say.

Mo Ciwan sat next to Mo Cizhu, watching her in a daze, the sense of detachment reappeared, as if the people around him were separated from him by an invisible gap.

He couldn't help reaching out to hold her other hand, and pulling the person back to his side, for fear that the next moment, this person would disappear in front of him.

When Mo Ciwan's warm hand covered Mo Cizhu's, Mo Cizhu looked sideways at Mo Ciwan, his eyes met, and Mo Cizhu couldn't help but leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth.

Sitting across from each other, Mu Yu and the three suddenly felt that Yin Shu's decision was right.

These two are really tight.

Yuan Kai and Yuan Li's ears were even redder. They are monsters who are dedicated to practicing, and they have never seen such an intuitive scene.

After eating, they went back to their rooms to rest, and the two went back to the cave to take a bath. Even with all kinds of dust removal techniques, Mo Cizhu still felt that taking a bath was more comfortable.

She turned into her original shape and rolled in the ice pool: "Ah Wan, do you want to come together?"

Sitting on the shore, Mo Ciwan shook his head slightly: "You play."

Hearing this, Mo Cizhu quietly swam to the shore, the body of the dragon became bigger, and its tail quietly wrapped around Mo Ciwan's waist, trying to pull her into the water.

However, it was unsuccessful, and Mo Ciwan still sat there motionless.

"Ah Wan~ Let's wash together." Mo Cizhu scratched her waist with his tail.

"No." After Mo Ci finished speaking, the roots of his ears felt a little hot.

Unconsciously, he thought of Mo Cizhu's growth period in the secret realm before.

Wen Xiangnunyu lay in her arms obediently.

And unconsciously thought of the fragrant scenes in the storybook written by Mo Cizhu, in which there was a scene of sex in the bath.

"Is Ah Wan shy?" Mo Cizhu turned into a human form and lay on the bank looking up at Mo Ciwan.

"Wouldn't it be nice for Ah Wan to wear a bathrobe?" Mo Cizhu winked at her slyly, and then offered a set of bathrobes: "I made it out of dragon scales and ice cicada silk, it's the only one in this family, it's so thin Close-fitting, you deserve it, because you are my Taoist companion, I will provide it for free." Mo Cizhu worked hard to sell his products.

Mo Ciwan looked at the bathrobe in his hand, met someone's expectant eyes, and finally gave in helplessly.

Putting on a bathrobe, Mo Ciwan pulled up her hair, revealing her slender, fair neck, and her delicate collarbone.

The ice blue bathrobe was looming, and as she walked, she could occasionally see her straight and slender legs.

The chest is slightly slit, which does not reveal anything, but it is fascinating to see.

The thin belt around the waist outlines the slender waist, and the beautiful figure hidden under the skirt is perfectly outlined.

Mo Cizhu smacked his mouth and almost had a nosebleed. He was very satisfied with his design.

After putting it on, Mo Ciwan regretted it a little, she really never thought that the clothes would be like this.

He glared at the instigator angrily, then stepped into the ice pool, hiding his body in the water.

Mo Cizhu stuck out his tongue, turned into a dragon body, wrapped around Mo Ciwan's body: "Don't be angry, how beautiful~"

"Change back." Mo Ciwan said coldly.

But Mo Cizhu clearly heard a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

She shook her head, and licked Mo Ciwan's cheek with the tip of her tongue: "No, the dragon body is comfortable."

After speaking, he wagged his tail happily, splashing water, laying his head on Mo Ciwan's abdomen, and rubbed restlessly.

The slippery dragon scales pressed against Mo Ciwan's skin, making her breath stagnate.

Reach out and grab the restless tail: "Change back, be good."

Mo Cizhu, who was strangled by the tail of fate, could only change back obediently, wearing the same bathrobe as Mo Ciwan: "You know how to bully dragons."

Although it turned back into a human body, the dragon tail and horns were not put away. After all, the monster race still likes the freedom of the main body.

Even if he used to be a person, he can't stop his nature as a demon now.

Mo Cizhu straddled Mo Ciwan's lap, trying to bite her.

But before Mo Cizhu could bite, Mo Ciwan pinched his chin and kissed him passionately.

"Don't mess around." After the kiss, Mo Ciwan whispered in her ear.

Mo Cizhu was not convinced, the dragon tail wrapped around her waist again, tickled her, and kissed back while tickling her, Mo Ciwan's breathing became heavier, and he strangled her dragon tail again, gently Scratched.

Mo Cizhu couldn't help trembling slightly, the two seemed to be fighting each other, and neither of them retreated first.

Until Mu Yu's voice came from outside: "Azhu, Awan, we are ready to go."

Mo Ciwan gently pushed her away, and the ambiguous thread was connected between their lips.

Because of the emotion, the corners of their eyes are slightly red.

Mo Cizhu realized how arrogant he was just now, and how cowardly he is now, and immediately went ashore and put on his clothes.

Afterwards, Mo Ciwan tied her hair up in a bun, looking at each other with a little shyness.

After all, Mo Cizhu is thick-skinned, she raised her hand to hold Mo Ciwan's hand: "Let's fight again next time!"

When Mo Ciwan heard her words, his ears were burning, but Mo Cizhu had already taken her out of the cave.

As soon as he was in front of outsiders, Mo Ciwan regained his aloof demeanor that no strangers should enter, a look that could freeze people to death.

Mu Yu and the others had already arrived in the hall, Mo Cizhu went out and smiled awkwardly at Mu Yu: "I fell asleep, Captain, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, don't delay."

Mo Ciwan nodded slightly, and handed Mo Cizhu a silver mask, which was exquisitely made with a small dragon carved on it.

Turning her head, she found that Mo Ciwan had already put on another mask that was exactly the same as her hand.

"Have you ever been to the ghost market, Ah Wan?" Mu Yu asked curiously.

"No, I've heard of it." She passed in the previous life and has never been in this life.

"Ah Wan is indeed well-informed." Mu Yu smiled and didn't mind her indifference, and put on the mask together with the other four.

Seeing this, Mo Cizhu obediently put it on, and Mo Ciwan explained to her that it was because no one in the ghost market showed his true colors.

No one knows who and what identities are those who only entered the ghost market.

Mo Cizhu was quite curious about this place.

Follow Mu Yu and the others all the way to a teleportation formation, plug in the spirit stone, and then they are transported to a place full of ghosts. There is a bustling market in sight, and you can see the writing on the entrance when you look up. With the word ghost city.

A group of ghost soldiers guarded the door, and those who entered had to pay a high-grade magic weapon, otherwise they would be thrown out.

Mo Cizhu could vaguely see the enchantment covering the ghost market, which was comparable to the existence of the mountain guards of various sects. This ghost king is indeed extremely terrifying.

Mu Yu walked in front, Mo Cizhu and Mo Ciwan followed behind, Mo Ciwan handed in two magic tools, and followed inside.

Once inside, it is very lively, with people coming and going, and there are also many stalls.

It looks the same as the street market outside, except that there are some monks here, and there are no mortals.

Everyone has something that hides their appearance and breath, and no one knows the identity of the person standing in front of you.

Indeed, everyone is a ghost.

As soon as they entered, Yuan Kai and Yuan Li said they wanted to separate, and Yin Shu also left alone.

"Then let's go shopping by ourselves." Mo Cizhu said to Mu Yu.

"Alright, the ghost market is closed at Maoshi, remember the time." Mu Yu reminded.

"Thank you Captain."

After Mu Yu left, Mo Cizhu asked Mo Ciwan: "What will happen if you don't leave?"

"You will be sucked by the ghost king."

"Hey, let's go early then."

Mo Ciwan chuckled and followed her.

The author has something to say: This damn desire to win