[Wulin Wai Shi] Lianhua Hongyao

He Hongyao felt Wang Lianhua's gaze, and looked up at him. Under the eaves of the palace lantern hanging, the orange light faintly shone on the man's handsome face, and faded away from the usual coquettish and elusive smile. His gaze was straight, and the whole person seemed a little dazed.

He Hongyao's heart moved slightly, an idea quickly slipped through her mind, and when she wanted to catch it, she found that it was as fleeting as sparks produced by the impact of flint and steel, and then disappeared.

"Come with me." Wang Lianhua suddenly said such a sentence in a low voice, then turned and walked in the opposite direction to his room.

He Hongyao was a little inexplicable, so she could only follow him and float forward, but she still remembered what the flash of light was just now, but she couldn't remember it.

Wang Lianhua took her to the cellar.

It is said to be a cellar, but the walls are smooth and neat, and the decoration is gorgeous, and the arrangement is no worse than any other room in this house.

But He Hongyao was here for the first time.

Wang Lianhua lit all the candles on the candlesticks placed around the walls in the cellar, and the dark cellar became brighter.

He Hongyao was puzzled: "What are you going to do?"

Wang Lianhua ignored her, didn't even look at her, and took out a large writing brush from nowhere. She didn't do it, and was still dripping ink. Wang Lianhua held the pen with only one hand, danced it in the air a few times at will, suddenly jumped up, and the tip of the pen suddenly touched the ground, drawing ink marks one after another.

I saw the clothes of the man in front of me fluttering, his figure was like a ghost, I couldn't see his movements clearly, but I saw the pen constantly flying in the air, and a complex and weird symbol gradually appeared on the ground, with arcs and straight lines intertwined, mixed with With strange graphics, it seems to be the totem of ancient tribes.

——Like ghosts.He Hongyao thought.

"Stand up," Wang Lianhua tapped the pen to a certain place in the center of the symbol, and she jumped out of the circle of the strange symbol, threw the brush away, and said calmly to He Hongyao, "Feed it with blood."

He Hongyao was startled, and vaguely understood what he was drawing, but instead of rushing to stand on the spot he designated, he asked instead: "Is this thing trying to destroy me? Or send me back?"

Wang Lianhua raised her eyebrows, seemingly impatient, but she still explained: "Try and see if you can go back."

"Why did you go so early and only take it out now..." He Hongyao muttered a few words, expressing his dissatisfaction with Wang Lianhua who knew how to send her back but didn't tell her earlier.

While she was muttering, she stood up, bit her finger, and saw bright red blood dripping down. The moment it hit the ground, it suddenly disappeared, and there was not even a trace of red on the ground.

He Hongyao continued to squeeze out blood, drop after drop, the same situation.

She couldn't help sighing: "I am a soul, I can't feel my blood in this array..."

"It turns out that ghosts also have blood," Wang Lianhua nodded as if she had discovered something strange, and ordered, "Continue."

As soon as the words were finished, the ghost-like talisman-like formation suddenly lit up as a whole. He Hongyao was startled by the red light that flashed in front of his eyes. When he recovered, the red light had disappeared, and everything returned to normal.He Hongyao was taken aback, and suddenly realized that the formation was activated just now. Thinking of this, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she simply used the steel finger of her left hand to cut all five of her fingers, cutting more Blood was sent into the formation.

But that red light never appeared again.

"Hurry up!" He Hongyao was so anxious that she squeezed the blood in her hands desperately, but seeing that there was no longer any reaction, she simply rolled up her sleeves, revealing hideous scars on her lotus-white arms. She raised her left hand and approached her arm, the steel claws were shining coldly, it seemed that she was going to make a big gash on her arm to bleed more blood.

Wang Lianhua watched with cold eyes. Seeing this, he suddenly raised his sleeves and a gust of wind blew by, and all the candles in the cellar were extinguished immediately.

"It's useless," Wang Lianhua's voice was as cold as a poisonous snake crawling slowly in the dark cellar, he said, "Even if you kill yourself, it won't be useful anymore." out of the cellar.

"Impossible!" He Hongyao sharply retorted, she still stood still, seemingly unaware of the dark environment, with an angry look on her face, and cut a big gash on her arm, letting the blood drip , hoping that the red light just now will appear again.

It's a pity that what Wang Lianhua said was right.

really useless.

Not only that, the wounds on her fingers are gradually healing, and even the wound on her arm, the blood flow is also decreasing, and there is a tendency to start to heal.

She is a soul, she cannot die, and everything in her body will automatically restore to its original state.

In the empty and cold cellar, He Hongyao stood alone in the middle of the weird formation, and stood there for a moment, faintly feeling that the familiar force was about to pull her body again, she sighed softly, and floated out of the cellar go.

The rainwater converged into streams on the gaps in the eaves, dripping down in a line. Looking out from the corridor, one could see curtains of rain. He Hongyao followed behind Wang Lianhua, floating with her head bowed, without speaking.

It was rare for the two of them to be so quiet.

"You give up, you can't go back." Wang Lianhua said lightly.

"There will be a way."

Wang Lianhua glanced at her. He Hongyao lowered his head, his long hair covered half of her face, and he couldn't see the expression on her face clearly. He snorted coldly and said, "You thought you were sent back to another time and space?" How easy is it?"

"But that formation was clearly activated," He Hongyao bit her lip and said unwillingly, "You must have drawn it incorrectly. Think about it, and then...then you draw it again, saying Maybe..." Her eyes suddenly lit up, she grabbed Wang Lianhua's arm, and said loudly: "Yes! Maybe I will succeed if I try again!"

Naturally, Wang Lianhua couldn't feel her holding his arm. When he heard her words, he frowned and said coldly: "You may not underestimate me, the formation is absolutely correct, since it is invalid, it is forever Ineffective." After a pause, he added lightly: "If I can't do this, then probably no one in this world can do it."

He Hongyao lost her mind, shook her head and muttered: "Impossible."

"Turning time and space, such miraculous things are unheard of, and they are beyond the reach of human beings." Wang Lianhua glanced at her indifferently, and said, "I let you try it once, just to make you give up."

"Acknowledge your fate, you won't be able to go back." Wang Lianhua said this last sentence, then quickened her pace, turned around a corridor, and quickly walked towards her house.

Wang Lianhua heard a very soft voice behind her, the voice was very low, he didn't bother to listen, because at this moment he had already seen the bright lights in his room and the faint mist drifting out.

The rain in the winter night was cold and sticky. Even if he had an umbrella, he still couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable dampness. The maids had prepared bath water for him in his room, and the faint mist came from the hot water. Scattered.

"My lord." Seeing Wang Lianhua come in, the two maids saluted him in unison.

Returning from the cold and damp cellar to the warm and bright room, Wang Lianhua was in a good mood for a moment, she stretched out her hand to embrace one of the women, and lightly pecked her on the cheek, which made the maid feel ashamed flushed.

Seeing this, Wang Lianhua raised the corners of her lips, grabbed the hand of another maid, stroked her smooth skin, and said with a smile: "Two sisters, please prepare water for me."

"Where is the young master, this is what we should do." The two maids replied sweetly.

Wang Lianhua let go of the maid's hand with a smile, nodded and said: "I'm going to take a bath, sisters go out."

The two maids were taken aback, and one of them asked cautiously, "My lord... don't you need servants to serve you?"

Wang Lianhua took off her coat and hung it up. Hearing what the maids said, he turned his back to them, waved his hands casually, and said, "Go out."

The maids looked at each other for a while, and finally saluted together: "Yes."

After the maid retreated, Wang Lianhua walked into the inner room, stretched out her hand to test the water temperature in the wooden barrel, and when she found it acceptable, she took off her top to reveal her lean upper body.

His skin was fair, delicate and shiny, not morbidly pale.Probably because of practicing martial arts all the year round, although the bones of his body are slender like that of a teenager, he is by no means thin and thin. His muscles are well-defined and appear extremely explosive.

After taking off his clothes, Wang Lianhua turned around and leaned against the edge of the barrel, with his arms resting on the edge of the barrel, looking at He Hongyao who had been floating behind him just now, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, He smiled lightly and said, "Does Xiaohongyao want to watch me take a bath? Or..." He lowered his voice, leaned forward and hooked his lips and said, "Or does Xiaohongyao want to take a bath with me?"

Normally, He Hongyao would have spit at him, scolded him a few words, even screamed twice to torture him, and then went out with an angry face.

But today is an exception.

He Hongyao just nodded upon hearing his words, and said absent-mindedly: "I'm going out." Then he floated out through a half-open window outside.

She didn't even look at his half-naked body, or she didn't feel it when she saw it.

For some reason, Wang Lianhua felt a little uncomfortable when she thought about it.

He Hongyao didn't know what Wang Lianhua was thinking. At this moment, she was sitting alone on the railing of the corridor with her knees hugged, leaning against the painted red doorpost, looking at the gloomy sky. The weird celestial phenomenon I saw on the last night before my world.

"Reversing time and space, such miraculous things are unheard of, and they are beyond the reach of human beings."

This is what Wang Lianhua said to her.

Could it be... is it really her wishful thinking?

He Hongyao folded her arms around her knees, looked up at the sky, moved her lips, and suddenly sang a song softly.

And in the brightly lit room, the warm inner room was thick with mist, and the sound of "squeaking" water continued. Wang Lianhua scooped up a ladle of water and poured it on her head, dripping freely.

Then he heard He Hongyao's singing.

I can't tell what it is singing, but listening to the tune, it should be a tune of the Baiyi tribe. The tone is mellow and poignant, and the high-pitched part suddenly turns sharply. It gives people an instant sense of loss. It is a sad tune.

He Hongyao's voice was already very good, as clear and sweet as an oriole out of the valley, so Wang Lianhua always felt that her face and voice matched, which was really out of harmony.

Now listening to her sing such a sad song, melodious and melodious, the tone is as pure as an orchid in an empty valley, plus she is full of emotion in it, it sounds as clean and pure as fairy music.

Wang Lianhua's movements stopped there, he was stunned for a moment, and finally sighed, resting his head on the barrel wall, lying in the hot water, he said to himself: "I won't let me take a bath."