The elder brother of the Patriarch of the Demon Dao killed me to prove the Tao

That night, Huaying copied the rest of the names on the white silk and put them in the register, and handed them over to Wen Buqing the next day.

The reason why she wanted to copy it instead of directly giving it to Bai Ling was not because she wanted to save it for herself.But the white silk blood book was so weird that it was difficult for Huaying to explain its origin.

After all, the fact that I am resurrected from the dead is too unimaginable, and I really can't let the second person know, otherwise it will bring disaster to myself, and it may even bring disaster to my master.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

In the secret passage of Zanghualou, withered glory flashed, and the [-]th head fell to the ground. Huaying put away the broken jade kite and said with satisfaction: "Brother Qingjiu, this spiritual song is really useful."

Qing Jiu leaned against the wall, with one leg slightly bent, "Let's go, your blood is killing people."

Returning to Qingjiu's room, Qingjiu poured some agarwood into the incense burner, and said, "Yaoyao, do you know that. The smile you had when you killed someone was really scary, the child would probably have nightmares if he saw it."

Huaying didn't hear his words, she pushed open the window and took a deep breath of fresh air, as if she could spit out all the bloody smell she had inhaled into her lungs.

She looked at the delicate and delicate platycodon flowers on the window sill, and suddenly remembered that the peonies in Izumo's small house were also so delicate.

Thinking of those peonies, she suddenly felt that the bloody smell that she inhaled just now was still stagnating in her body, and it was all stuck in her heart, which made people feel nauseous.

Ever since Huaying trained Qing Jiu to teach herself Feng Lingqu, she began to practice with those heartless people.

Although she said that she only wanted Wen Buqing to help with the investigation, in fact, most of the time, Wen Buqing would gather a group of people and send it directly to her.

When these people are in Huaying's hands, she will let them go first and tell them that if they can escape, she will spare their lives.

When these people started to run away, Huaying began to play Feng Ling, and then, in their eyes of extreme fear and despair, ended their ridiculous life with Kurong.

Huaying looks at these people's eyes, sometimes unconsciously thinking, when he meets that person in the future, will he look at him with such fearful eyes?Or will you use the guilty look?If he sees himself this way, should he behave calmly, or be cruel?

"What are you thinking about? So lost in thought." Qing Jiu's slender fingers dangled in front of her eyes, and the rings on her body made a ringing sound.

Qingjiu usually wears women's clothes, but if Wen Buqing is present, he will definitely change back to a man.

Huaying didn't understand why he made things so complicated. It's not that Wen Buqing didn't know that he was a man, and it wasn't that he had never seen him in women's clothing.They have been masters and servants for many years, and their friendship is as deep as the sea. Wen Buqing will definitely not make fun of him.

Huaying smiled casually: "It's nothing, I just remembered some past events."

"Are you actually sentimental? It's true that cycads have their flowering days." Qingjiu said.

These days, the two lived together on the first floor, facing each other day and night, and they had established a strategic friendship of pushing each other down.Huaying originally thought that Qingjiu was a cold-tempered person, but after getting to know her well, she discovered that this person was actually a little tsundere with a poisonous tongue.

It was rare for Huaying not to reply, but instead asked: "Have you ever been let down by someone you love?"

Qing Jiu raised his eyebrows, and rolled his eyes calmly: "I was sold by my parents to give me a tooth, do you think so?"

In fact, in Qingjiu's heart, Huaying didn't like seeing Huaying very much. Huaying didn't know about Huaying's whereabouts when Wen Buqing went around to inquire about Huaying's whereabouts, but he did.

What's more, Zanghualou and him are such a secret existence, the young master never reveals half of it to others.But this time the young master not only revealed it to her, but also let her live in Zanghualou directly.

However, during the days when Huaying came here, she just didn't share her worries for the young master. She enjoyed the convenience and benefits that the young master gave her, but she was thinking of others in her heart.

Although he didn't know who that person was, no matter who it was, it was definitely not as good as a hair of the Young Master.

Speaking of this hidden flower building, at the beginning, as a benefactor, the young master paid for his repair, and the name was also given to him by the young master, but now it corresponds to the "flower" of Huaying. gas.

Then I turned my head and saw Huaying sitting on the window sill at some point, her feet swaying against the silk curtain he and the young master went to pick together, and she was still playing with the bellflower petals he planted; Kick off the ledge.

Just when he was considering whether to do something, Huaying suddenly turned his face and said with a sad face: "Brother Qing, if you don't tell me, I also know that you must have had a hard time when you were young. If it wasn't for repaying kindness, this broken body Sin, how many people can bear it."

Naturally, it's not for repaying kindness, Qing Jiu thought.

Although Huaying's words didn't touch Qingjiu's thoughts, she finally understood his suffering and difficulties, and Qingjiu's heart softened immediately.

Huaying continued: "Brother Jiu, it's rare that we chatted so congenially. Why don't we go to Zuixiaolou tonight for a drink, and I'll treat you!"

Qing Jiu's heart softened a little, and when she heard that Hua Ying wanted to treat her to a drink, she thought that not long ago, she had been slandering her in her heart, so she felt a little guilty, but she was not used to the frivolous title of Brother Jiu, so she corrected silently. : "Don't call me Brother Nine."

Huaying chuckled, "If I don't call you Brother Nine, could it be that I call you Miss Nine?"

Qingjiu felt that her previous move was simply fascinated by ghosts, so she kicked this guy off the window sill without saying a word.

In the secret room of Zanghua Building, Huaying slashed her arm with a dagger, and bright red blood dripped down the snow-white arm on the ground.She drew a talisman with blood and murmured something.

"Huh, it's so dangerous! Hey, I failed again this time." Huaying sat on the ground slumped, looking at these hideous runes, and said to herself sadly.

"Wow, the smell of blood is so heavy, you don't even bother to bury it now?" After searching nine times in the flower building, she couldn't see the shadow of the flower, guessing that she had entered the secret room again, and as expected, just as she opened the door, there was a strong smell of blood Come on.

Huaying saw this guy teasing herself again, and said with a wry smile: "I almost killed myself, and I can only wait for you to bury me if I want to bury it. To tell you the truth, if my temperament changes drastically in the future, you should be careful. This is not me anymore."

Qingjiu also saw these weird formations, and her first reaction was that it must be something bad, she frowned and said, "What are you drawing? It looks very dangerous. Don't play yourself to death, I At that time, I will not be able to make a difference with the young master."

Huaying jumped up, wiped off the formation with her feet, patted the ashes on her body, and said: "I have a friend whose soul is trapped and cannot be rescued. I have searched many ancient books, but I can't find any way. "

"So I wanted to study a spell to summon the upper body of the soul. When I invite her soul to my body, the two spirits share one body. At that time, I will find a way to find a dead person's body for her, so that she can be resurrected .”

"No matter how bad it is, there is also "Sending the Spirit". This is the fragmented score that I spent a lot of time finding, and then completed it myself."

Qing Jiu was terrified when he heard that, and said: "Two spirits share one body? Are you crazy? Is that your husband? You are so crazy! Then did you succeed?"

"That friend of mine is a woman! A woman!" Huaying hopped her feet and shouted. After the yelling, she lost her voice and said, "No, but I made a dangerous thing by accident. It's a semi-finished product."

"What kind of semi-finished product, tell me." Qing Jiu asked curiously.

"Although this formation can't invite ordinary souls, it can invite fierce ghosts from the human world or evil gods on the list of evil gods. Because my friend's soul is not in this world, and the soul who came to this list of evil gods is probably not in this world, so I made a mistake. If you hit it, you can invite the evil god."

"But after inviting the upper body, the caster himself will be wiped out. And the evil spirit who invited the upper body will live on instead of the caster."

Qingjiu rolled her eyes speechlessly, "This is called a semi-finished product? It's obviously a waste product, okay? Who would do such a thing, burn yourself to ashes, and invite a monster to get on your body?"

Knowing that she was wrong, Huaying pouted and stuffed her research results into Qiankun's sleeve, and asked, "Brother Qingjiu, what do you want from me?"

"Young Master said that the Qishan Fair is here, and there are so many people, let me ask if you want to attend?"

Huaying asked back: "Will you go?"

Qing Jiu replied: "Of course I'm going. I came out in the name of supporting the frontier, not leaving the Wen family."

"Oh, then I won't go. I can finally get rid of you for a few days."

Qingjiu: "..."

At the Qishan symposium, Qingjiu followed Wen Buqing behind, feeling that the world was much cleaner.Since Huaying came, he never had time alone with warmth.

Huaying despises him for beating herself every day, but Qingjiu also despises Huaying so that he can't even talk to the young master.

The Wen family has been proud of the Immortal Family for many years, and this simple meeting held was also rich and powerful, but everyone present was given a red round-neck gown with a picture of the rising sun embroidered with gold thread on the chest, and the cuffs and hem Both rolled the moiré edge with gold thread.

Wen Buqing and Qingjiu are dressed in red like fire, one in front of the other, in fresh clothes and angry horses, full of high spirits, showing the unruly and chic of young people.

You look great in red too!Qingjiu thought.

"Oh, senior brother, my hair is loose. I have a lot of things in my hands..." Suddenly, a young boy's voice came from beside me.

"Really? Then don't move, I'll tie it up for you." A young man bent over to help the boy behind him tie his hair.

Looking at her hands full of presents, Qingjiu's heart moved: If he can also get the son to help him tie his hair, and they are both dressed in red, this scene is really like a newlywed... Just thinking about it will last forever Unforgettable, can be sweet in my heart for a lifetime...

Qingjiu was stimulated by her bold idea, her heart beat like a drum, and her heart seemed to be about to pop out of her mouth in the next second.

He kept cheering himself up in his heart: Qingjiu, you should do it quickly.If I miss this time, I don't know when I will be alone with the young master next time.

Thinking of this, he glanced around from the corner of his eye, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, then he quietly moved his head close to a branch like a thief, and suddenly pushed down hard, his long dark black hair cascaded down, hanging on the ground. There is a faint light on the shoulders.

Become!

Qingjiu was so nervous that his brain was congested, but his face was still calm, "Young master, my hair is loose."

Say it!

"Huh?" Wen Buqing turned his head and looked at him. An ordinary man who doesn't tie up his hair will inevitably make people feel crazy, but Qingjiu looks extremely elegant, without any sloppy taste, and makes people feel like a handsome boy in the world. All should be disheveled like him to be called a handsome man.

Wen Buqing praised: "Qing Jiu looks even more handsome with his hair untied."

Son, he... praised me for being handsome?Does he like the way I don't tie my hair?

Qing Jiu felt that she was about to faint, and she was so excited that her eyes turned red and then black.

Then...then I'll let it go, right?If you can get a compliment from the young master, you can also... also be sweet for a lifetime...

"However, let me tie it on for you, so as not to let outsiders find fault with you." Wen Buqing took the hairband from the branch.

Happiness came too suddenly, Qingjiu quietly put her hands in front of her body, clenched her fists tightly, and almost exhausted all her strength to restrain herself, so that she could not tremble with excitement.

Wen Buqing's hands are not big, but they are white and moist. First, he combed Qing Jiu's hair with his fingers, once, two times and three times, and Qing Jiu also counted silently, one time, two times and three times. His hair, but his heart.

Wen Buqing held up the long hair that was combed up high, and wrapped it with a hair band, one circle, two circles and three times, Wen Buqing pulled tightly with his hand, and Qingjiu's heart also tightened, tied it with the hair band A beautiful knot also tied the man's heart.

That night, Qingjiu had a dream. He dreamed that he was wearing a red wedding dress and sitting in front of the Linghua bronze mirror. Behind him was Wen Buqing who was also dressed in red. He held a lock of his long hair in his left hand, and a sandalwood comb in his right hand, combing his hair carefully one by one.

"Lady, comb your hair, let's serve tea to our parents."

Lady?Qingjiu was a little puzzled, he looked down and found that he was wearing women's clothing, and when he looked up again, he found that Wen Buqing had tied a silver crown on his hair.

The silver hair crown looks familiar...

This... is Hanakage's hair crown!Qingjiu suddenly remembered, and her heart quickly cooled down.

He took a closer look at the red dress on his body, only to realize that it was not a wedding dress, but the red dress that Huaying usually wore, and this hair crown was also the silver hair crown she had been using all along.

There was a change in the face in the mirror. There was no smile on Qingjiu's face, but the person in the mirror smiled slowly. The two sweet dimples on his cheeks became deeper and deeper. .

This is Huaying's face!

Qingjiu struggled to sit up from the couch with profuse sweat, and stayed for a while, then covered his face with his palms, and began to cry silently.

He likes Wen Buqing, and he has liked it for many years.

This is not his first dream of meeting Wen Buqing in women's clothing, on the contrary, he is almost always dressed as a woman in his dreams.

Unless it is a special case during the day, he always appears in front of Wen Buqing with his original face; but when he falls asleep at night, he almost always meets Wen Buqing in women's clothing.

The reason for this was not because Qing Jiu wanted to be a woman, but because he knew in his heart that Wen Buqing liked women.

He just wants to be the person the young master likes.

But just now he dreamed that he had turned into a flower shadow...

Qingjiu got up, walked to the window sill, and looked at the pot of platycodon swaying in the wind, tears fell down again.

Bellflower, meaning desperate love...

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