Fast time travel: The villain male god keeps flirting

Chapter 153 "Xiangguo was originally a daughter (32)"

On the largest dragon dance street in Chu State, there are fiery trees and silver flowers, and the lights are dim. What is surprising is that fireworks are set off in an open space not far away. It is gorgeous and beautiful, and countless girls are delighted.

Zhou Meng and Yue Qun held hands, and they attracted a lot of attention along the way. The handsome man and the beautiful woman, one masculine and the other soft, have a harmonious temperament and complement each other.

Yue Quen looked at Zhou Meng obsessively, feeling extremely happy in his heart, and his brows were stained with joy.

Zhou Meng raised her head, and the dazzling fireworks in the dark night sky lit up her little face. She turned her head and smiled at Yue Qin, and that smile shone on his heart.

"I hope that Gu can watch the fireworks with you every year." Yue Qin whispered softly, and his gloomy eyes became tender and tender.

"Boom—" The fireworks exploded again.

Zhou Meng covered her ears and noticed that his mouth was opening and closing, "What are you talking about, Mr. Yue?"

"It's nothing." Yue Que said that he should be properly reserved, and he couldn't repeat the sweet words that he said once. He didn't know how red his ears were, "I hope you can succeed."

Witch Temple.

The statue of the witch god standing with a smile is placed in the center. The main hall is as bright as day, and the lights are flickering. With squinted eyes, he anxiously waited for the result of the selection.

The Yubai Tiger sniffed their bodies, opened its mouth to show its sharp teeth, seemed to smell a bad smell, backed away with a depressed head, and then lay half down on the ground.

The high priest wore a white sacrificial attire, his old face was calm and unwavering, seeing the state of the white tiger, he shook his head and signaled the waiter to take these girls out.

A few more girls came in next, Zhou Meng was the most beautiful and outstanding, she sat calmly on the cushion, closed her eyes and meditated, while the rest of the girls stayed there in a daze, at a loss, and waited for the old priest to close their eyes before hurriedly do so.

Darkness can always give people fear.

Zhou Meng has a well-thought-out plan. Someone from Jiyue’s deceased mother and concubine family was once elected as a witch. She knows some secrets about witches. The temple of witches raises a jade white tiger, which smells and knows people. The tiger’s favorite scent is the scent that grows thousands of miles away. rosemary.

She smeared some on the exposed skin, just in case, and promised 188 a spirit beast talisman in exchange for snacks.

If neither method works, she has to find another way.

Fortunately, God is on her side.

When the white tiger refused to leave for a long time, and the tiger's claws were on her shoulders, she knew that the primary election for the witches had come to an end.

She was taken to another room by the waiter, which was the inner court of the Temple of the Witch God. She glanced roughly and saw that there were portraits of the Witch God in various moods all around, and there was a set of tables and stools in the corner, which was simple and grand.

As soon as she stepped in, the bustling room was silent, and several girls who had a good chat looked at her vigilantly, as if they were facing an enemy.

"You also passed the selection?" A girl with an oval face and apricot eyes asked charmingly, her eyes were full of curiosity.

Zhou Meng smiled, polite and not annoying, "Same as all the girls, but it seems that the priest is not satisfied."

Some of them let down their guard a little bit, and some observed secretly. Perhaps Jiyue's skin was too beautiful. The attitude of these five or six girls was lukewarm. Zhou Meng calmly found a corner and sat down to watch.

Si Qiuyu was involved in it, but she didn't intend to directly reveal Jiyue's identity. Her mother was right. Of course, this kind of trick should be used at the most appropriate time to maximize her benefits.

Seemingly feeling a familiar sense of peeping, Zhou Meng opened her eyes vigilantly, and shot her sharp gaze somewhere. When she saw it, she felt a little more suspicious.

Coincidentally, the girl who was peeping was the one who bumped into her by mistake in the morning. Her eyes changed, and the peeping gaze was very hot. It seemed that things had become complicated.

Perhaps, this girl already knows her identity...

She lowered her eyes and sat quietly, quietly thinking about the girl's face. After careful consideration, her appearance was indeed a little familiar. It was inexplicably similar to Ji Yue's former maid, Sixi, and moreover, she looked a lot like someone...

With a seven-point resemblance between her eyebrows and eyes, that person is the widow of the deceased first-rank general of the Chu State, Mrs. Fu Tao bestowed by the old King of Chu.

If the truth is like that... Zhou Meng was full of thoughts, and a complex look flashed in her eyes.

The selection of witches is very complicated. After the primary election, there will be a re-election, and then let the few remaining candidate girls pray to the gods to worship the heavens and summon the gods. If anyone can make a vision from the sky, it will be the unique saint of the witch temple.

"It's too dangerous, don't go there." Yue Que held the hand of his beloved girl seriously, and squeezed it, "Gu can personally lead the army to attack Chu State, you don't need to be a witch."

Zhou Meng smiled and said nothing, her fox eyes were full of trust, and she hooked her fingers coquettishly.

Yue Que stopped talking immediately, and looked at Zhou Meng stupidly, as if he could only feel the soft little hands all over his body.

His blood was surging, and he was extremely hot.

At this moment, he finally understood why there are so many men who are willing to abandon everything just to fulfill their love.

He savors the sweetness and joy of love, but subconsciously worries about gains and losses all the time.

"Everything is lonely." He bent down, and his thin lips were printed on Zhou Meng's forehead.

She waved her hand at the quilt and walked towards the high priest.

Yue Que is worried that she is in danger, and she appreciates it, but if she does not grasp the right to speak in Chu State and surrenders voluntarily, driven by ambition, Yue Que will take the bones of thousands of people in Chu State on the road to unify the Three Kingdoms Pile up into a throne, she doesn't want to see the bloody tragedy in the original plot, and she doesn't want Yue Quen to bear the infamy of "ruthless emperor" again.

This time, it's up to her to help him complete the emperor's career beyond her capacity!
The high priest saw his lover reluctant to leave, and secretly disliked Zhou Meng. The witch is of course the purest girl, she... can't do it.

Si Qiuyu was dressed in a Chinese robe, solemnly bowing to the heavens. While everyone was waiting with bated breath, the maid behind her handed her a jade-white flute with a colorful concentric knot hanging on it.

The corners of Si Qiuyu's mouth curled up in an inconspicuous arc, and when it came close to his mouth, he was about to play.

flute?
Zhou Meng froze for a moment, the flute looked very familiar, and her pupils constricted instantly, this, isn't this left to the original owner by the original owner's deceased mother and concubine?

How did it fall into this man's heart?
Si Qiuyu smiled confidently. She used this trick to play the phoenix flute, and Qingluan would definitely hear the music and dance, and all the birds would come to the phoenix. Let the foolish people in Ueno see who is the real saint of the witch temple!
She played according to the melody, and the sound of the flute was not bad, and the smile on her mouth gradually froze as time went by.

No, it's impossible!
Mother said yes, this is what Princess Chu once left to Jiyue, it doesn't work for no reason!
Countless people under the sacrificial stage watched with wide eyes, looking around, for fear of missing any news.

Si Qiuyu on the altar was dripping with cold sweat.

　188: The host's flirting class has started, it's not good for men to be coy and old, most of them are flirtatious, just give them a kiss :)
　　
　
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