Fox Demon Cultivation Manual

This is Rong Bai, who feels strange to Song Ci. This man, like a fairy walking down from the sky, has never been so cold and alienated. Even when he first met that day, he smiled lazily.

Song paused and said slowly, "You look good."

Rong Bai heard it, and the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, as if with a little scum, he said, "It looks good without you."

Song Ci heard that this was ridiculing that his face was transformed with a woman's makeup, and he coughed away his gaze, saying that Uncle Rong was indeed Uncle Rong. Even if it became Feng Zhuojun, the momentum was still difficult to ignore.

The young master instructed the servant to call the dog back, and glanced at the bloated woman, and said to Rong, "Cousin, let's go."

When the woman had previously heard Song Ci saying that he was the young master of the prefecture, she immediately closed her mouth when she knew the current affairs and smiled.

Because of the turmoil of Song Ci, the two did not scold, completely changing the original situation.

The moment the young master turned and walked away, the whole day suddenly darkened, as if covered with a piece of black silk, the people screamed in a panic, and then screamed your heartbreaking shout.

When Song Ci panicked, he saw that the people around him became strange. Only those who participated in the scene actually covered his chest in pain, rolled down on the ground, and seemed to endure great pain.

He instantly remembered the feeling of cone-heartedness just now, and looked at Rong Bai violently, and saw him standing there, standing upright, looking at the mourners around him, with a little doubt between his eyebrows.

I don't know if it is the illusion of Song Ci. He always feels that Rong Bai's emotions are very dull. He took a few steps to Rong Bai and panickedly asked, "Uncle Rong, do you feel uncomfortable? Pain? pain?"

Rong Bai slowly raised his eyes, moved his eyes from the ground to Song Ci's face, and repeated in doubt, "Master Rong?"

"I mean ... Master Feng." Song Ci quickly changed his mind. "Master Feng, do you feel uncomfortable like them?"

Rong Bai said lightly, "No."

The eyes with the sun were staring at Song Ci seriously, "What's going on?"

Where did Song Ci know? After asking Rong Bai nothing, he squatted and touched the young master with his hand, "Hey, are you so?"

The young master slumped into a ball, his face was sweating coldly, his face was distorted by pain, his body emits a faint white light, and it is not very obvious in the sun, so Song Ci didn't notice it for a while.

The young master was so painful that he could not speak, and only one whine was heard in his mouth. When Song Ci found the light on his body, his limbs began to become transparent, and the white mist floated along the body to the sky, little by little. Devour his limbs.

When Song Ci saw him, he immediately understood that when he glanced at them, everyone around him was so yelling, covering his heart, and it was clear that the chessboard was absorbing their lives and turning them into sacrifices.

What just made Song Ci feel terrified was that all of these people escaped from the original set of chess because of his words, that is, because Song Ci yelled uncle Voice for a moment, which led to all here People went the wrong way.

He is the murderer.

"No ..." Song Ci never expected that one day he would kill so many people in this way, even if it was not his intention.

He reached out his trembling hand to catch the white mist on the sky, and shouted, "They did nothing wrong!"

When Song Ci's heart was filled with huge guilt and panic, and he was at a loss, his wrist suddenly tightened, and then someone was dragged up. When he turned his head, he met Rong Bai's eyes and was close at hand.

"What happened to them?"

Song Ci's eyes were dull, and he lost his soul and said, "Uncle Rong, these people ... these people may be because of me."

When he said this, he could not help but take a breath, and his whole head fell into a mess, and his negative emotions drowned him relentlessly.

These are living lives!

If he knew that his wrong way of playing would cause so many people to die, he would never act lightly and try to change the bad things that are about to happen.

It was more fatal than letting him experience the pain of the heart. When he thought that it was because he had killed so many people, he panicked.

Rong Bai saw him terrified, all emotions were written on his face, frowning slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

When the life around him was passing, Song Ci was also tormented, as if melted in magma, and there was no peace at all.

"They won't die," Rong Bai said suddenly.

Song Ci lifted his eyes sharply, grabbed Rong Bai with his backhand, and hurriedly said, "What did you say?"

"They won't die." Rong Bai repeated it, but gave no explanation and reason, just stared straight at Song Ci.

Song Ci was stunned, and he discovered that everything around him was a little weird, especially Rong Bai in front of him, which seemed like he knew, but Rong Bai he didn't know.

This person who can reassure him with just one sentence has an incomprehensible sense of familiarity.

What exactly is going on? Where did he come from?

As he stared, the chessboard began to turn again, and all the scenes around Song Ci were like the disturbed lake again, changing the scene quickly, and Song Ci stood straight, thinking only one question in his mind.

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When thinking about it, a loud gong interrupted his thoughts. He moved his steps and slowly turned around. As his eyes pushed past, the empty surroundings seemed to be rendered with lifelike paintings. Three-foot high platform, vermilion cloth.

Pour tea among the seats, and the staggered apricot-yellow lanterns in the hall envelope the lobby, making laughter endless.

This is the prestigious three-foot theater building decades ago.

"I heard that today is the beginning of the new head of Sanjitai." There was a shattering argument in his ears. Song Ci walked to the people and listened closely.

"There is a servant in my house, and his brother is working in the theater, saying that the new head card looks beautiful, and whoever looks at him is tempted."

"This is what you don't know. The surname Jiang has come to Qinchuan a few years ago, but he is still young and has been learning Queryi. This is the first event and the price is not low."

After hearing this, Song Ci was confused for a moment, and then suddenly realized that the opera in these theaters was not much better than the prostitutes in the blue building. When he sang on stage, he could still touch the word "ya", but when he saw the three-foot platform, It is a plain price.

Jiang Liang, like everyone else, is not the same. He was selected as the top card in the building, accepting more and better skills and abilities than others, and was also used as a gimmick to earn silver in all directions.

Song Ci cried and laughed at the dirty deal, but also knew that it was a folk rule, no matter where he went.

"Yo, this man, please—" The shop's second frightened voice pulled Song Ci's attention away. He turned his head and saw Feng Zhuojun entering the door.

This is Feng Zhuojun after the weak crown. He is tall, with long black hair wearing a white snow-like sheepskin jade crown, a light smile on his handsome face, and a brow with affection.

In the city of Qinchuan, everyone admired the romantic acquaintance of Master Feng, and it really deserved its reputation.

He played with a folding fan, slowly walked towards the seat, followed by a small tadpole.

Song Ci heard Xiao Chan said, "Master, don't you not like to listen to dramas? Earlier, you said that the men and women on the stage act like women, and the girls are very ..."

Feng Zhuojun snorted, "I have nothing to do today, and I want to hear it."

"Mrs. is waiting for us to return ..."

"Shut up." He gave a straightforward command, twisted on the seat, changed his sitting position, raised his eyes and looked at the people in the hall, and said, "Go and ask the horns on the field today. who is it?"

Xiaoyan ran quickly, asked the shop's second and asked a few words, and after returning, he looked significantly more happy. He said, "Master, it is said that the first card in the building is the first show, which is the one you particularly hate, called Jiang Liang . "

Feng Zhuojun's eyebrows moved without much surprise. He whispered a bit and raised his hand to pick up a date placed at a table and put it in his mouth.

Xiaoyan looked anxious. "Master, you are so annoying him, why are you here to listen to his play? He must be a girl again today, so don't stain your master's eyes, let's go first , Madam's side ... "

Feng Zhuojun turned the fan handle and tapped on the little hoe, "Close your mouth, then stand behind you, stay away from me, see me beckon and come again."

Xiaoxiong grunted, ran to the door and waited.

Song Ci simply stood beside Feng Zhuojun and watched him throwing dates into his mouth from time to time, without looking impatient, waiting quietly for the opening.

Feng Zhuojun actually knew that Jiang Liang was the horn of this play? Song Ci guessed in my heart.

He knew it, but came on purpose, indicating that Jiang Liang already had it in his heart at this time. Regardless of the emotion, he hated the man who acted like a woman, but when he first met, Jiang Liang had already hit Into his heart, he could easily pull out.

Song Ci touched his chin and came to a conclusion: Feng Zhuojun was tempted.

However, the thought that he later condoned his wife for bullying Jiang Liang, Song Ci could hardly change this person, because his entanglement missed Jiang Liang's life.

Another gong resounded in the building, someone shouted, "Opening-!"

The discussion time in the building was reduced by more than half. Only listening to the erhu's double flute, the gentle music passed into the ear, and one person stepped on the heart-beating music and slowly walked to the center of the three-foot platform.

The man's hair dangled from his waist, and Jasper's sister-in-law drew a delicate headband. A princess-like dress swayed a long silk tail. The underside of the dress was rendered with strong vermilion, like rouge on the bride's mouth , Let people shine, called the most prominent embellishment in the dress.

He walked unhurriedly and slowly, but he was so touching that only one side of his face showed that he was unparalleled.

This is Jiang Liang, the child who had kneeled down the whole village for medical treatment, and the boy who said to Feng Zhuojun that I was not a girl.

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