After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Sheng Zhao woke up from a hangover, turned over in a daze, hugging a piece of clothing, his breath was faintly scented with sweet-scented osmanthus, mixed with the intoxicating smell of wine.

He buried himself in the velvet, only to smell the deserted scent of snow.

The drowsy mind made him feel lazy, urging him to continue to sink into that comfortable sleepiness.

Sheng Zhao half-opened his hazy eyes, and subconsciously made him think that something might have happened to him after he was drunk last night, but he suddenly looked around, only seeing jade wine bottles rolling around.

He huddled in the banquet, covered with that crane cloak.

He was alone in the empty room, and Li Hong had long since disappeared.

The heaviness in his heart seemed to have evaporated with the wine last night. Sheng Zhao should have been relaxed and refreshed, but he saw himself lying on the ground alone.

But a little inexplicably lost.

do not know why.

feeling bad.

It was so uncomfortable that Sheng Zhao didn't want to talk, didn't want to do anything, just wanted to sleep peacefully in peace like this.

Sheng Zhao closed his eyes and continued to sleep lightly.

He waited quietly to wake up.

I don't know how long it took before I got up from the banquet.

Loose black hair emerged from the crane cloak, and the wrist bones that supported the half of the body protruded, revealing most of the jade white arm.

Sheng Zhao went to hook the red hairband that had fallen to the side, a thin strip was placed on his fingertips, making him look even whiter.

He put up his feet, leaned half against the wall behind him, and lazily tied his messy hair.

With her face slightly upturned, it was Yan Yan with black hair and snow skin.

Sheng Zhao fastened, caught sight of something with his half-drowned eyes, and stopped the movement of his hands.

If he is not dazzled and remembers correctly, has the pattern of this crane cloak changed?

Although the crane cloak is only white at first glance, but if you look closely, you can still see the intricate patterns drawn with silver threads.

Sheng Zhao kept this hair tie posture, staring at it for a long time, his hands and eyes were sore, and finally decided that it had indeed changed.

The one he is covering now is different from the one he was wearing last night. He let go of his hand, and the half-tied hair slipped from between his fingers.

Sheng Zhao gently touched the crane cloak.

With this material and the smell he was familiar with, Sheng Zhao was sure that after he got drunk last night, his master came over.

Sheng Zhao didn't know why he was so excited. After he had this idea, he couldn't wait to stand up, and went downstairs quickly to ask the attendant at the door.

"Last night...when did the purple-clothed man who came in with me leave?" He paused and changed his words: "No, when did we settle the bill last night?"

The attendant saw that the handsome young man in front of him was panting lightly, with disheveled black hair and loose white clothes, and he felt a bit lost.

Very anxious again.

The attendant didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly used the sound transmission jade to inquire, and after waiting for a while, he said: "Shortly after the young master came in last night, the young master in purple has already settled the bill."

Sheng Zhao was stunned for a moment, and rolled his eyes with a smile for some reason.

He was really good-looking, and he couldn't take his eyes off when he smiled. The attendant blushed and felt his heart pounding at the smile of the young man in front of him, and asked shyly, "Young master...what are you laughing at?"

Sheng Zhao glanced at him with a smile, and said, "Last night, I met a thief after I was drunk."

The attendant panicked: "There is such a thing, I immediately ordered to go down and investigate—"

Sheng Zhao interrupted him and waved his hand: "No, that thief came in with all his might, only took one look at me, and then left."

The attendant didn't understand, so he repeated: "Just to see the young master?"

Sheng Zhao nodded seriously.

The attendant thought to himself, the young master in front of him is so beautiful, if he were, he would be willing to be the gentleman on the beam just to take a look at him.

But he was still worried, and asked considerately: "How much is the son's net worth?"

Hearing his question, Sheng Zhao laughed even more, as if showing off something, and said, "No loss, it's just..."

The attendant blushed and repeated: "Just?"

Sheng Zhao curled his lips: "It's just that the thief left in a hurry and took the wrong clothes, so I found out."

The attendant nodded dazedly: "So that's it, as long as the young master has nothing to do, I will tell our owner later to strengthen the guard at night."

Sheng Zhao waved his hand, turned and went upstairs: "Thank you."

After Sheng Zhao returned to his room, he tidied himself up and left the winery in a good mood.

The meeting started today, and there are already many strange-looking demons and eerie demons wandering around the streets.

It can be called a group of demons dancing wildly.

Sheng Zhao went back to the courtyard, changed out of his wine-smelling clothes, put on a very bright red dress, took out the Jade Card of the Sword Sect Disciple who hadn't been used for a long time, and waited quietly after choosing someone.

Li Hong's somewhat distorted voice came: "Sheng Zhao?"

Fortunately, he and Sheng Zhao lived in the same city and were close, otherwise the jade token would be useless if he waited for a long time.

Sheng Zhao said "Yes", "I'll wait for you at the entrance of the inner city gate."

He didn't have a certificate to enter, so he had to rely on Li Hong to get in.

Li Hong tricked Sheng Zhao last night, regardless of what happened early in the morning, he agreed without saying a word.

After entering the inner city gate, Sheng Zhao relied on Li Hong to enter the center of the main city, and further inward was the entire palace used for holding banquets, usually only a few people were eligible to enter.

Li Hong is also qualified because he is the direct disciple of Elder Xie.

After Sheng Zhao followed Li Hong in, he prepared to part ways with Li Hong, not going any further with Li Hong.

After all, he has been rumored and famous recently, and when he goes in, he is designated to be surrounded by people, so it's hard to say whether he can leave.

He came this time only to give Pei Qiyan an opportunity.

Sheng Zhao snatched Yu Anyi Tianjiao's number one reputation, and also made the latter's master notorious, and his life and death were unknown.

And the marriage contract between the other party and the Qi family was ruined because of him, and Yu Anyi became a joke for no reason.

The current Pei Qiyan definitely wanted to meet him no matter what, after all Sheng Zhao made such a mess of the treasure he was holding in his palm.

Sheng Zhao didn't want to wait for Pei Qiyan to come, that would be too passive and would waste time.

Sheng Zhao escorted Li Hong into the hall, passed the gate of the lower hall unsteadily, he cast a glance inside, and saw two people sitting on the main seat on the high platform in the distance, like stars holding the moon.

The clouds and mist shrouded it, so I couldn't see clearly, but the person on the right under the high platform was a human cultivator, and the person on the left was a demon.

One of them must be Qi Ren without a doubt, and the other must be Mozun.

Sheng Zhao saw Li Hong walking in the middle of Jian Zong's white disciple uniform in a purple dress, turned around and left.

The moment he turned his back, he felt a piercing gaze, with a thick and almost substantive killing intent, cold and sticky.

In an instant, it became so heavy that Sheng Zhao was almost carrying a tripod on his back, unable to walk.

He broke out in a thin layer of cold sweat, and walked away slowly step by step.

-

Pei Qiyan was boneless, half leaning on the seat, propping his chin lazily, looking at the palace door with gloomy eyes.

His figure is not as tall and terrifying as other demons, but as thin as a human cultivator. Although thin, his body is perfect and impeccable.

There is a dark gold half face on the face, covering most of the face, revealing dark purple eyes that are mysterious and charming, pale complexion and thin lips without blood.

It's getting weird.

Qi Ren said softly, "What did you see?"

Pei Qiyan laughed softly: "It's fun."

He stood up: "Excuse me."

The contract for the meeting will not be finalized at the beginning, and Pei Qiyan's absence is not considered rude.

Qi Ren frowned slightly, and glanced at the palace gate again. He seemed to see Sheng Zhao's figure just now, but he seemed to have misread it.

He remembered what Sheng Zhao said, and he couldn't help but want to find someone.

But Qi Ren is not as free as Pei Qiyan.

He nodded slightly: "Mozun go slowly."

Pei Qiyan turned around and stepped into the clouds, his figure disappeared step by step, leaving behind the high platform.

He ignored the palace wall and stepped in.

When Pei Qiyan shuttled out, the dark gold half mask disappeared from his face, and every time he took a step, his figure shrunk a little.

The tall and slender youth turned into a teenager.

His eyes also turned lavender, and a sharp and short horn appeared on both sides of his forehead.

Pei Qiyan was a half-human, half-demon hybrid. He signed a contract in human form, and he was not allowed to attack other people without authorization.

They can only use the demon form suppressed by the contract to kill people.

He thought of the man in red, Xiu, and raised his eyebrows slightly. He thought that this person would be difficult to find, but he didn't expect him to come to the door by himself.

It's all effortless.

Pei Qiyan clenched his fingers, making the sound of bones rubbing lightly, he slightly pursed his lips in pleasure, and the boy's lavender eyes revealed innocent cruelty.

where?

-

Sheng Zhao didn't know how long he wandered around in the huge palace. At the next corner, a smiling young man was leaning against the wall on his right hand.

An invisible killing intent pierced the opponent's eyes, wrapped around his neck, and slowly tightened.

Pei Qiyan's shot was crisp and sharp, without even raising his eyes, he appeared in front of Sheng Zhao in the next moment, spread five fingers, squeezed the neck of the man in red, and slammed it against the wall vigorously.

Then slowly tighten your hands.

He was satisfied to hear that the other party was unable to make a sound because of the constriction of the throat, and could only force out a light cry of pain.

Petite and small, like the meowing of a milk cat.

Pei Qiyan frowned, only to feel that the skin on the slender neck under the palm of his hand was extremely slippery, and when he pressed it over, he smelled a light and faint fragrance that was so appealing to the heart.

Sheng Zhao's whole face turned red from being pinched, and his tender skin turned pink. He held Pei Qiyan's hand with both hands.

The strength was too weak to shake Pei Qiyan at all.

He raised his head with all his strength, as if he wanted to use his last glance to see who killed him.

Who is it?

Sheng Zhao raised his head and opened his eyes.

He finally saw what the person who killed him last in the previous life and the person who wanted to kill him in this life—the Demon Lord looked like.

That's right, Sheng Zhao died in a pitch-black cold pond in his last life. Before he died, he didn't even know what Pei Qiyan looked like.

Only now can he really see this person clearly.

The moment they looked at each other, Pei Qiyan couldn't help letting go.

The lives of his men are so beautiful.

The red-clothed man Xiu opened a pair of shimmering glazed pupils that were forced to shed tears, and the corners of the raised eyes were also red.

The pinkish-white and almost-red face completely stimulated the brilliance.

But he was really too fragile, his gorgeous color made him unable to resist at all, so he could only hook Pei Qiyan to sink.

He stared at the other's lip with teeth marks.

Can't help but let go.

Xiu Bi, the man in red, fell down with limp legs and fell into his arms, panting heavily and sticky.

Hands rested limply on his shoulders.

Like a milk cat, and like a dodder flower, unable to cling to the executioner who just killed him.

The moment the red clothes entangled and landed on Pei Qiyan, he was even stunned, and went to support the other party and give him support.

Pei Qiyan thought, why is this person so fragrant?