This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

"Jingle Bell……"

Feng Wujing held the silver bell on his palm, and the bright red silk thread pulled the bell to give off a faint red light.I don't know what Gu Langqing did, but the bell, which is usually silent, has such an effect at this moment.

The young man frowned slightly, and the bell twirled beautifully in his palm. Outside the window, there were no chirping insects or birds, no festive drums, and it was so quiet that only the sound of his own breathing could be heard.

Following Ye Yong's guidance, he walked in Gu Langqing's direction.

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In the depths of the cave, winding traces of water flowed on the stone wall. Between the light and the dark, Gu Langqing lay on the bed, closed his eyes tightly, and fell asleep.

A woman with creamy skin has gorgeous makeup, plump breasts, a charming expression when she speaks, and her lip fat blooms with a charming smile.

Then, the woman's delicate eyebrows and eyes were deeply bent, turning into a wisp of green smoke, sneaking into the man's dream.

In the dream, the soft red was swaying, and the woman let out a soft cry of surprise, but the voice in her mouth was a deep male voice. She looked down at her red dress, and pulled a bronze mirror from the table.

The figure in the mirror has white hair and red pupils, thin lips and cold, handsome face, with a bit of gorgeous evil.She looked thoughtfully at the man lying on the bed like a banished fairy, and suddenly laughed softly.

At this moment, Gu Langqing was sleeping on the bed, with a silver bell attached to his ankle, and a corner of the quilt was hastily thrown over his body.

The transfigured woman walked up to the man in the red wedding gown step by step, her rough fingers twirled and landed on the man's neckline, caressing the man's deep collarbone depression, the man seemed to be aware of it, and let out a muffled groan , the ankle unconsciously rubbed the mattress, and the small bell immediately swayed lightly, which was very pleasant to the ear.

The woman gently pulled back the man's bright red shirt, exposing the man's white chest, as if condensed water mist, and the shadows appeared under the flickering candlelight.

She picked up a glass of fine grape wine from the table, and from a distance, the man's beautiful white hair fell from his back, his wide palm covered the glass of cold wine, he pressed it on his thin lips, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and let out a soft sigh .

It turned out to be the face of the Red-clothed Demon Venerable from the previous life.

She took a sip of the wine, lowered her head and passed it into the man's mouth.

Just when the lips of the two were about to touch, the woman suddenly met the man's piercing eyes!

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then slowly arched her body after a while, calmly imitating the memory she had peeped from the man's dream.

Afterwards, she was deep in thought, looking down at the man's endless spring from the neckline, and said tenderly, "Gu Xianzun, you're awake."

Gu Langqing lowered his eyes, felt the force of the cold palm on his chest, and casually curled the corners of his lips: "Master Mozun, you are back."

After finishing speaking, Gu Langqing saw a shaking glass of red wine falling in front of his eyes.Accompanied by the crisp ringing of the ankle bell, Gu Langqing straightened up from the bed, the freely drooping white hair of the man in front of him slid past his skin, the man gently hugged him, and the butterfly bone between his fingers was maliciously behind him. tease.

"Swallow it," the voice of the person in front of him was hoarse to the extreme, but he seemed gentle on the contrary, "Gu Langqing, don't forget - leave a drop for me."

The lights fell on the cliff wall of the cave with claws and claws, casting a reflection like a human figure, accompanied by the sound of footsteps from far to near, Gu Langqing frowned: "What sound?"

"Ah," the woman naturally also heard the commotion outside, and the irritability swept away from her face. She gently pushed Gu Langqing away, looked lazily at the distance of the cave, and stuffed the wine glass into Gu Langqing's hand , "A little trouble, I'll go and have a look, don't run around."

After finishing speaking, Gu Langqing saw the person in front of him quickly stand up, squeezed the Taoist formula, and then disappeared in front of him.

At the same time, outside the dream world, the eyes of the woman who was hugging Gu Langqing tightly on the bed suddenly opened, and she immediately turned her head to look at... the bride at the bottom of the steps.

No, not the bride, but the man in bridal attire.

And this face... except for the color of the pupils and the color of the hair, everything else is exactly the same as her "self" in the dream.

The woman's eyes fluttered at the moment, and she laid Gu Langqing flat on the mattress in relief, and then smiled coquettishly at Feng Wujing: "Don't worry, young master, I just checked for you, he likes you in his heart, you will be happy in the future of."

The echo echoed in the cave, Feng Wujing thought about the meaning of the words, his brows furrowed tightly: "What are you doing?"

Along the way, the first scene saw Gu Langqing, who was dressed in red, being hugged tightly by this woman, and Feng Wujing's face was filled with murderous intent, and it was astonishingly cold.

The woman smiled and said, "I will personally inspect every marriage in the village. I will kill all men and women who are not chaste and cheat other people's love. Congratulations, you have passed my inspection."

Feng Wujing filtered this passage in his mind, but it was almost the same as what he and Gu Langqing guessed when investigating the case earlier.

But on Feng Wujing's face, there was no joy of guessing correctly, on the contrary, he was very impatient, he paused every word, and said in a blunt tone: "Return people."

"Wait a minute, young master, don't be fierce, I haven't received my reward yet." The woman smiled seductively, "I'm so kind to help you check in advance, you won't even be reluctant to give away a little reward, right?"

Feng Wujing didn't want to say much, the aura around him was terrifyingly gloomy, he leaned slightly, his figure turned into an afterimage, brought a strange red light, and attacked the woman.

The woman's eyes were wide open, but she dodged to the side in an extremely unpredictable and indecipherable way. The revealing clothes made her agile and frighteningly fast.

The woman folded her hands, her eyes narrowed into a slit: "I won't hurt him, you believe me, my reward is easy."

As for the simple fight with the woman just now, Feng Wujing already knew that the woman had cultivated the demon way well, and she should have formed a golden core and was in the Nascent Soul stage.Right now, he has no weapon in his hand, no spells around him, and relies on pure bare-handed combat. Obviously, the possibility of winning is extremely slim.

That's right, that's right, he really didn't need to go to such lengths to save a person who put him under house arrest.

After calming down, Feng Wujing suppressed the intense discomfort in his heart: "What is your reward?"

The woman smiled fiercely: "It's just a few drops of blood, I want to practice."

Humans have all the blood essence, which is the blood essence naturally produced by the body the day after tomorrow. Practicing spells can gather more blood essence in the body, so most of the ascetics have more blood essence than ordinary people, and human essence blood is of great importance to human beings. For the demon cultivator, it is an excellent cultivation item, not to mention the blood essence of the immortal cultivator, which can be called a great tonic for the demon cultivator.

Taking a few drops of blood essence from an ordinary person would weaken them for more than a month, but for an immortal cultivator like Gu Langqing, a few drops of blood essence are insignificant and will not cause any substantial harm to the body at all.

Having figured this out, Feng Wujing was about to say yes when he heard the woman say: "Or, young master, if you give me a few drops of your blood essence, I won't touch him."

Feng Wujing's eyes darkened, and he was about to agree immediately, but was choked by reason again.

He wondered why he didn't want Gu Langqing to be hurt so much, he knew that that person was just an enemy who imprisoned him, his old enemy.

So Feng Wujing simply waved his hand, rejecting the woman's words.

For some reason, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the airtight cave, and Gu Langqing, who was lying on the bed, groaned. After the slight movement, there was a crisp bell hanging from his ankle.

The woman leaned forward, leaned closer to Feng Wujing, and smiled charmingly: "In the dreams I weave for everyone, the objects that appear are the people they hold deeply in their hearts, as well as - the pictures deeply hidden in their memories. "

The woman's feminine voice echoed in the cave, and the shadow of the candle reflected on the two of them: "Bing Dang—Master, you are so fun."

Bells?

Feng Wujing's face darkened, he suddenly raised his hand, and slammed it towards the woman's throat with the momentum of a thunderbolt. In the red wedding dress, the soaring magic power surged out, his figure was unconstrained, and he quickly approached the woman.

Something in my mind is blurred and ready to come out.

His head hurts!

Between the moves, Feng Wujing was distracted, and finally showed a flaw in front of the woman, the sword light appeared!

The young man was forced to lean his back against the cliff, with a long knife glowing coldly pressed against his throat, he did not dare to act rashly.

The woman smiled sharply, and put her cold hand on Feng Wujing's arm, like a maggot attached to the bone.

There is a huge difference between a demon and a demon. Although the two are always collectively referred to as "demons" in people's mouths, it is still very easy to distinguish the two.

Monsters above the Nascent Soul stage can transform into forms, but they cannot change the body temperature that a demon or demon is born with.

In layman's terms, demons are cold-blooded, while demons are the opposite, the blood that circulates throughout their bodies is hot and thick.

Therefore, now, Feng Wujing was pressed against a cold, cold-blooded creature, and his whole body was so disgusting that he wanted to vomit.

The woman stood on Feng Wujing's left side, pulled off Feng Wujing's collar, and lightly tapped his shoulder blades with her fingertips: "Hehehe, I changed my mind, young master, you are really interesting."

After saying this, the woman's figure suddenly disappeared, and she appeared from the right side again: "My original intention was just to test, but you are not even willing to help him bear the pain of taking blood—"

Feng Wujing looked at the woman coldly: "So?"

The woman leaned closer, and her long nails rubbed against the surface of her skin: "You are not worthy of him."

Feng Wujing sneered.

"I'm going to let him go and take your blood."

Feng Wujing narrowed his eyes: "You are dreaming."

The cave was full of shadows, light and shadow intertwined, now that it was quiet, Feng Wujing could clearly hear the rustling of insects crawling beside his ears.

This cave is outside Zhougezhuang, and just now when he chased it all the way, what he saw was a dark green banana tree outside the cave. Sometimes, I was entangled in troublesome spider webs.

Feng Wujing's eyes locked on the woman: "Spider spirit."

The woman looked at him and exclaimed, "How did you know that? You're so smart."

Feng Wujing: "..."

Up to now, he still can't figure out how Gu Langqing fell into this kind of monster's pit so weakly, isn't he the Heavenly Steed Immortal Venerable in the fairy world?

While thinking about the countermeasures, a huge pulling force lifted the boy in red, his arms and legs were bounded by tight thin threads, the silver thread was sticky and damp, but also extremely hard, Feng Wujing couldn't break free even after several struggles.

The spider silk that bound Feng Wujing was spit out from the mouth of the spider spirit, and Feng Wujing retched.

The taste of being at the mercy of others is very bad.

The spider spirit approached him step by step: "Don't worry, if it doesn't hurt, I'll just take a few drops and let you go when I'm done."

Bitter wind.

"Let him go."

A clear bell rang, Feng Wujing cast his eyes subconsciously, and saw that Gu Langqing was rubbing his swollen temples, sitting up, his festive wedding dress was rubbed into a mess, and the beauty of his chest was exposed in front of his eyes , especially——the bell hanging from his ankle made a burst of sound as he got up and moved forward.

It unexpectedly overlapped with the scene that Feng Wujing imagined that day.

Gu Langqing's face was flushed abnormally, the tails of his long and narrow eyes outlined a slight wetness, and the exposed torso was covered with an indistinct beauty by light and shadow.Even so, his figure is still dignified and dignified, with lotuses growing every step of the way.

But the bell hanging on his ankle completely tore his demeanor into pieces, leaving only the invisible and unreasonable ambiguity and embarrassment in the air.

Feng Wujing subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then heard that person's quiet and faint voice passing by his ears.

"Let go of him, you want blood, take mine."