The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

Su Wangli was dazed when he heard Jing Zhan's words clearly amidst the noise.

Jing Zhan thought Su Wangli didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it patiently: "Master, let's buy two pairs of belts."

He clearly knew that it was something worn by men and women when courting, but he said it with an innocent face, in front of Liu Chehan...

In his heart, Su Wangli only scolded Jing Zhan for being playful, and the more he scolded, the more angry he became.

"Children's stuff!" Su Wangli waved his sleeves and turned around, leaving Jing Zhan alone and walking straight forward.

Liu Chehan raised his eyebrows at Jing Zhan, with an expression that he knew it would be like this, gave him a playful look, and followed Su Wangli.

"Master!" Jing Zhan saw that Su Wangli was getting farther and farther away from him, so he immediately stepped up to follow.

When passing the mask shop, I couldn't hold back after all, bought two quickly, stuffed the two masks into my arms, and patted them carefully.

He thought, it doesn't matter if he doesn't take it now, he will always take it.

He took two steps forward and then turned back, and chose the ugliest one from the pavement. There were three pairs in total, and then he chased after him contentedly.

Rangtang Town is bustling at night, brightly lit, and it is almost midnight, but there are still some people coming and going in the streets and alleys, and the hawkers and shops are just about to close.

The three asked for three upper rooms, and Su Wangli's room was between them.

Jing Zhan couldn't sleep, and wanted to find Su Wangli, but seeing the darkness of the room, he returned to his couch.

I tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep.

In the dead of night, I like to think about other things.

Ever since the Qiongqi disaster in Heishui Town, it seems that there has never been a heart-gouging incident, or in other words, it happened, but it did not reach them.

There are also two forbidden techniques, the Golden Buddha Extinguishing Soul Curse and Jue Zong Puppet Sha, which are already forbidden techniques, but they still appear in the world. Why doesn't the Emperor of Heaven ignore them?

And how could his master know the forbidden technique?

Jing Zhan couldn't figure it out, the forbidden technique was lost as early as when the first emperor Fuxi sealed the ghost, how did he learn it?

Who taught Chen Hanxiao's puppetry?

What do you want to do to dig someone's heart?

Jing Zhan only felt that the long-struggled demon was about to break through the shackles and cover the light, and it seemed that there would be an unavoidable catastrophe in the human world or the heavenly world.

Jing Zhan was originally a straight-minded person, but suddenly thinking about so many things, his whole brain was like a mess. The person who was still alive and kicking, suddenly became drowsy, and his eyelids were fighting. Not long after, the room was full of long breaths. , All three of them fell asleep.

A thin orange-red light flashed before his eyes, like the shadow of swords and swords across Jing Zhan's tightly closed eyelids.

The eyeballs rolled back and forth, the top eyelids moved, the thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of slender eagle eyes slowly opened.

In front of him is a wedding room, and he is standing at the wooden door of the wedding room. On the gilt red door, there are two double happiness characters inlaid with gold and powder, which are reflected in the flickering candlelight in the room, looking upright and absurd. A double happiness red lantern, swinging with the wind, festive and treacherous.

Myself...where is this...

When I lowered my head, I saw that I was wearing a red wedding dress, red and black brocade, embroidered with a golden dragon embroidered with clouds, and a big red jade belt wrapped around my waist.

Jing Zhan shivered.

How could he look like a bridegroom official?

He was clearly at the inn, so how could he come here to get married?

Is it a dream?

Jing Zhan tentatively reached out and pushed open the door of the wedding room.

real touch...

It's really not like a dream!

He raised his foot into the room by accident, and it was filled with bright red and festive colors.

Red paint and silver tung oil are painted on the walls, and a pair of fiery red Double Happiness shuttles through the hearts of people like ghosts in the middle of the night.On the wedding table covered with red square cloth is a pair of dragon, phoenix and mandarin duck candles, the candles are flickering, and a gold inlaid jug and two wine bottles are placed in front of it, which is clearly the wedding wine in front of the bridal chamber.

Thinking of this, Jing Zhan suddenly turned his head to look at the bed.

Sure enough, she was sitting on the side of the couch in a big red mandarin duck gown, a big red handkerchief with dragon and phoenix playing with pearls on her head, and a pair of slender and well-defined white jade fingers folded on her knees.

The man sat tall and straight, beside the bed hung a red curtain embroidered with dragon and phoenix Double Happiness, in front of the bed was hung a white curtain, on the bed was covered with a white quilt, and the orange-red candlelight reflected the bride's figure between the big red curtains, stretched slenderly. The candlelight swayed and swayed, like a flaming butterfly trapped in a golden cage.

who is it?

Jing Zhan raised his foot and walked over.

The bride felt a black shadow enveloping her, so she immediately got up and dodged to the side, leaving space for Jing Zhan.

Jing Zhan sat down next to the bride.

I wanted to raise my hand to lift the hijab, but when my fingers touched the corner of the hijab, I slowly put it down again.

He wasn't sure who.

Who is it?

Why do you have such a beautiful dream?

If it is really the person he yearns for day and night, should it be like this?

Jing Zhan sighed imperceptibly, wanting to wake up quickly.

"Husband."

The crisp and pleasant but magnetic voice completely disrupted Jing Zhan's thoughts.

He is too familiar with this voice, it is not as delicate and soft as a woman's, this...

It was clearly Su Wangli's voice!

"Husband, why don't you lift your hijab?" The familiar icy voice is now full of sweetness and tenderness.

Captivating the soul, devouring the bone heart.

wrong!

Su Wangli would never treat him like this!

no!

No!

If you want to repair the high wall defense line full of cracks in your heart, who knows...

"Husband, hug me..."

Just six short words, like a sharp blade of ice, smashed Jing Zhan's unrepaired high wall defense line to pieces, and instantly disintegrated and disappeared into nothingness.

——"It's so cold, you hug me..."

——"I want you to hug me, you hug me..."

Memories rush through my mind like a giant wave.

Penglai drunken lotus fragrant night.

Mu Chuan's phantom on a rainy night.

At this moment, it became clear and bright in Jing Zhan's mind in just a moment.

He buried his dirty thoughts about Su Wangli in his heart, but the dream was uncontrollable, it was illusory...

......

The delicate and bright face that Xiao had thought about countless times was finally exposed to Jing Zhan.

The sword eyebrows are soft, and the slightly raised fox eyes are warm and clear, and the usually tense handsome face is now stained with a thin layer of carmine.

Jing Zhan was really frightened by the scene in front of him.

......

Su Wangli's voice was like a heart-eating ghost, breaking through the last line of defense in Jing Zhan's heart.

......

As if falling into the boundless deep sea, Jing Zhan's ears are buzzing at this moment, and everything around him slides past, dissipates, and shatters like a dream bubble.

The moving song of the nightingale on the tree branch is not so real, the sound of the wind, the rustling of the leaves, all are blocked outside the orange-red and warm wedding room, only my own little fox is in my ear...

......

A picture flashed in his mind, and Jing Zhan's tearing hands suddenly stopped.

How could this scene feel familiar?

It seems that something is slowly overlapping...

wrong!

this dream...

"Husband, why are you in a daze..."

It was another soul-stirring voice that made Jing Zhan dizzy, and the sliver of clarity that had been restored in his heart became cloudy again.

......

"Jing Zhan! Scoundrel! Absurd!"

who is it?

"Jing Zhan! Jing Zhan!"

There was chaos in my mind, it was a familiar voice, why was it like two people by my side?

"Husband, what are you waiting for? Hurry up..."

"Jing Zhan! What are you doing!"

"Husband...can you give me a hug... hurry up..."

Splitting headache!Splitting headache!

"Jing Zhan!"

That shrill and harsh cry pierced Jing Zhan's eardrums, breaking away all the turbidity, and finally defeated the evil spirits and won clarity.

A pair of shallow glazed eyes suddenly widened, and the palms combined to cast spells.

"I miss you!"

A fiery red vine suddenly appeared in Jing Zhan's hand from the red and golden light.

With a wave of his hand, he quickly slashed at the head of the person under him with lightning speed.

"what--!"

I saw that the person under him had no time to move, and was wrapped around his neck by the flower vines, and his head and body were separated in an instant, with black, red, stinky pus and blood coming out. Already dead.

Jing Zhan put away "Nian Jun", stared viciously at the already disfigured bride on the wedding couch, and spat disgustingly: "You can't learn a single strand of my master's hair."

Fu looked up again at the head that had rolled to the ground, his blood stagnated suddenly, his body muscles tensed, he had difficulty breathing, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

After pumping a few times, he struggled to make a grassy sound.

"Grass......"

I saw that the handsome and delicate head had turned into a white ball of paper, with bright red blood symbols on it.

Yue Xiangrong?

Blackwater Town!

Absolutely evil puppet!

The pictures in my mind finally merged together!

Why?

Why is it here?

Before Jing Zhan could figure it out clearly, the images around him melted like gold castings, and all kinds of bright red and golden colors blended together like ink and watercolor.

He suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath, like a dying fish, his eyelashes trembled, and beads of sweat rolled down his temples.

I... am I awake?

Glancing suddenly, I saw a black shadow beside the couch, looking closely through the moonlight outside the window, Jing Zhan suddenly stopped breathing.

what? !

I saw that little black shadow lying beside him, a pair of big bright red eyes in the darkness were scary, seeing him wake up, those big eyes protruding like hemispheres suddenly widened, and then returned to their original shape, split open Opening his mouth wide, his chaotic black face was almost occupied by the mouth full of fangs and sharp corners.

In a blink of an eye, it opened its big mouth to swallow Jing Zhan's head, and Jing Zhan immediately patted the bed to get up, summoned "Nianjun" and swung towards the sticky black shadow on the bed.

The black shadow with only eyes and mouth suddenly pulled out its short limbs, and stepped on the bed to avoid it like a cat in a lotus pond. The flower vine rope exerted its force extremely fast, but I didn't expect this toad to run faster!

Seeing it push with all four legs to the front of the gate, Jing Zhan saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and before he could react, the black toad had already escaped from the gate.

Jing Zhan cursed in a low voice, and immediately chased him out.

Heituan Toad hopped and hopped into the room next to Jing Zhan.

Seeing this, Jing Zhan frowned suddenly, and the veins on his forehead twitched wildly.

Master!

Su Wangli!

He immediately chased after it.

The second floor is a wooden floor. Because it has not been repaired all year round, it will always creak when stepped on, and he, a middle-aged man, runs wildly on the wooden floor, and the sound echoes throughout the inn.

It stands to reason that the sound was enough to wake up the sleeping people in the room, but what Jing Zhan was afraid of was that no one in the entire inn woke up.

He ran into Su Wangli's room, the room was pitch dark and he couldn't see clearly, Jing Zhan immediately recited the mantra silently, a pair of glazed eyes flashed a light in the darkness.

Jing Zhan's heart jumped wildly and shouted that it's not good!

That black toad turned into a wisp of black smoke and penetrated into Su Wangli's frowning heart!

Su Wangli was dripping with sweat from his temples, his upper teeth were biting his lower lip, and he was clutching the wrinkled bed sheet with one hand, sleeping very restlessly.

Seeing this, Jing Zhan panicked.

He seemed to have never been so flustered before, this strange feeling suddenly came to his heart, since he followed Su Wangli, no matter what kind of dangers and hardships Su Wangli would always be in front of him, leaving only a strong and upright figure behind him.

But now, Su Wangli was lying unconscious on the couch, and he didn't know what to do to force the black toad out.

When people are in a panic, they always follow their most primitive instincts.

Jing Zhan was like this, and immediately walked up to Su Wangli's bed, held his thin shoulders, and shook him back and forth, trying to wake him up.

In Jing Zhan's hands, Su Wangli was like a rotten puppet abandoned by someone, with no strength in his body, and was shaken back and forth.

"Master! Wake up! Master! Open your eyes and look at me! Su Wangli! Look at me!"

The voice became more and more urgent, the heartbeat became faster and faster, and the strength in the hands became stronger and stronger.

No...

No!

Jing Zhan is on the verge of collapse, so he can only grab what he trusts and relies on the most.

Summoned "Nianjun", the snow-white petals covered with Nianli vines all turned into scarlet sharp knife tips at this moment.

"Nianjun, Nianjun..." Jing Zhan shouted indiscriminately, not knowing what hope he was placing on this vine.

"Dream..." Jing Zhan recited the mantra instinctively and familiarly, as if he had spent countless days and nights with this flower vine.

Until Jing Zhan opened his eyes, the tacit understanding between himself and Nianjun was still inconceivable.

Just glancing around from the corner of the eye, the already chaotic thoughts in his heart were turned upside down even more.