Long Aotian is not happy today

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the stars are shining brightly.

Hang Xiao shrunk in the corner, watching a group of people passing by Cui Yuyao, praying secretly in his heart, only hoping that someone would show kindness before him, and spend a few taels of silver on this so-called funeral father Xiaobai, and put She sent off.

But he was eager to see through, waiting left and right, until the juggler on the other side smashed the third big rock on his chest, and the fire-breathing technician spit out the first number of fire dragons, and waited until the goods in front of the hawkers gradually sold out, one by one earning money. I had to pay a lot of money and started to close the stalls, but I couldn't wait for a reliable savior.

Hang hour thought desperately, it seems that tonight can't escape.

But dissatisfaction and resistance flowed upstream in his heart. When Hang Xiao looked at the girl in the white dress not far away, he found it extremely annoying.

He pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth, turned around tentatively, and raised his legs to escape.

025 was surprised and said: "When I was young, you are not afraid of electric shock anymore?"

"I'm afraid, I'm terribly afraid, but I really don't want to go through the plot."

Hang Shi's back stiffened into a straight line, his muscles were tense, he slowly raised his legs, his toes trembled a few times in mid-air, and cautiously poked forward.

He was so nervous that his voice trembled a little, and he muttered, "Try it, it's a big deal to get shocked, and get used to it. Teacher 025, I died once, you don't know what it feels like, anyway Now I don’t want to follow the rules like I did in my previous life, and now I just want to do it, the more I am afraid, the more I want to do it, and I can calculate it on the skin, it’s like... It hurts!"

The unfinished candied haws fell from between the fingers, and rolled to the grass ditch beside the road. The crystal syrup was instantly stained with dust, like a thick fog, and the beautiful jade was covered with dust.

Hang hour painfully clutched his fingertips, leaned his back against the stone wall sideways, and endured bitterly.

He lowered his head, cold sweat emerged from his smooth forehead, wet a strand of temple hair, then slid down his deep facial features, stayed for a moment on the delicate jaw, and fell gently to the ground.

025 sighed.

"I understand, it's like someone walking on the road well and suddenly screaming to kill a pig."

Hang Xiao smiled wryly, and slowly raised his head, with a pair of red eye circles in distress: "... Please don't expose it."

Now it seems that escape is not feasible.

Then you can only fight hard.

After tidying up his clothes a few times, and brushing his hair wet with cold sweat behind his ears, Hang Xiao walked out slowly. When he passed by a small stall, he quietly took a mask, and threw half and two pieces of it silver.

Masks are touchable.

According to Hangshi's observation, there are dozens of masks on the pavement, most of which are painted faces and grimaces, with rough lines and strange shapes. Wearing them out in the middle of the night will definitely scare people into fighting.

It matched his snow suit just right.

025 reminded in a low voice in his mind: "When I was young, the original text didn't say that the hero wears a mask."

Hang Xiao held back his stomach and said nonchalantly, "He didn't say he wouldn't wear it."

"That's a bit of a strong word."

"Nonsense, it's clearly my reasonable evolution and supplement to the part not covered by the plot."

While speaking, he had already walked in front of Cui Yuyao's wooden plaque, turned his palms in his sleeves, took out a few silver ingots, and lightly threw them in front of the girl.

Hearing the crisp sound of the silver ingot falling to the ground and colliding with the bluestone road, the girl's prostrate body froze suddenly.

She raised her head slowly, and her elegant little face was gradually revealed in front of Hang Xiao.

Really crescent eyebrows and white teeth, red lips and pink face, snow-white cheeks are slightly red from crying for a long time, eyes are also red and swollen, but there seems to be a pool of autumn water in the clear pupils, rippling and rippling when you look up, soul-stirring.

Seeing Hang Shi's grimace mask, the girl flinched in fear for a moment, then lowered her eyes, trembling violently with long eyelashes like a crow, and said in a low voice: "My family... My family thank you for your kindness."

Act, then act.

Hang Xiao curled his lips secretly, and then pretended to be indifferent and said: "Put away the things, you follow me."

The girl's delicate body trembled again, and she leaned over to answer "Yes".

Afterwards, Hang Xiao stood aside, watched coldly as the girl Pear Blossom took away the wooden sign with rain, then kowtowed a few times on the side of the road, and weepingly told her father who had climbed to bliss early, saying something like "My daughter is not filial, Sacrificing incense with my father" or something like that.

——I really don't know what her living Patriarch of the Pity Shadow Sect will think in his heart after hearing this.

Cui Yuyao's looks really stood out, and this sincere cry attracted many passers-by.

For a moment, many envious or jealous eyes fell on Hang Hour, with countless sharp eyes, almost wanting to eat Hang Hour alive.

025 tut-tsk said: "When I was young, this girl is much more dedicated than you."

"Tch." Hang Xiao disdainfully said, "I still want to switch with her, who doesn't want to play the role of Long Aotian's wife? And these people outside, where did they come from, what did they do?"

To complain, when Cui Yuyao packed up her things, Hang Xiao obediently led her out of the crowd and walked up a country road.

The moon is sparse and the shadows of the trees are mottled.

At this time, there was no sign of a single person on the winding path. Apart from the feeble chirping of insects, the only sound was the rustling footsteps of the two of them.

The quiet and empty environment magnified the subtle noises to the extreme, and Hang Xiao could clearly hear the breathing of the girl behind him, getting closer and closer.

He just pretended not to know, quickened his pace quietly, and the wind was blowing under his feet.

Not long after, a soft call came from behind: "Master, please slow down, the servants can't keep up."

Can't keep up... If you can't keep up with you, don't walk so fast, your skirt is going to fly, don't you know?

Hang Shi pursed his lips tightly.

Before he could respond, he heard the girl behind him say again: "Master, are you... where are you taking the slave's house?"

"Go where you should go." Hang Xiao said lightly.

The voice behind stagnated for a moment, and suddenly turned into a mournful choked sound, with a heavy nose, like the wind passing through a secluded forest.

"The slave family has no place to go. The most important place for the slave family is the young master. The young master is the only family member of the slave family. I don't know how many days I can serve the young master. I can only be like a cow or a horse, and tie a grass ring..."

"Hiss, that's enough."

Hang Xiao heard a toothache.

Damn, why do you sound like a curse person when you speak good words from her mouth?

He stopped abruptly, turned around abruptly, and stared at Cui Yuyao condescendingly, his eyes sparkling.

But at the moment of opening his mouth, he restrained his energy.

A dry voice came from under the mask, blown away by the thick wind in the mountains, with a strange texture of sand and gravel friction, and said in a flat tone: "Your acting skills are too clumsy, I'm tired of watching it. What about selling your body to bury your father? In fact, your true identity is a cultivator, right?"

Cui Yuyao: "...?"

The young man in front of him was tall and straight, his wide sleeve robe was blown by the mountain wind, and it was fluttering at the moment.

The silver thread pattern on the neckline shimmers, as if the moonlight is cut off, spun into yarn, and embroidered into the snow suit.

Starlight sprinkled, revealing a pair of clear pupils under the hideous mask like a ghost.

He used a puppet-like voice without any ups and downs, and described without any emotion: "You pretended to be a poor girl, you should be illiterate, but you wrote such a beautiful hairpin on the wooden sign. This is one of the flaws." Selling oneself to bury the father, but not bringing the father's body or the spirit card, this is the second flaw."

The temperament is mixed and weird, which makes people feel sincerely awkward.

Cui Yuyao took two steps back and subconsciously said, "What about the third one?"

"You shouldn't use spiritual energy in front of me." Hang Xiao said expressionlessly.

The girl in front of her fell into deep thought. Although there was surprise in her eyes, there was no surprise.

Under the mask, the corners of Hang Xiao's mouth rose slightly, and he quietly gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Plan pass.

He was born in a film school, has seen many handsome men and beautiful women, and is also well versed in the profound meaning of acting.

Some people stood on the stage, and although they didn't say a word, they made everyone think that he was the character they played; some people read a long line and squeezed out tears, but it made the audience very uncomfortable. Curse embarrassment.

It's hard to act well, and it's even harder to act badly.

At this moment, facing Cui Yuyao who is frowning, Hang Xiao is proud of his "exquisite" acting skills for the first time.

He said complacently in his heart: "Look, Teacher 025, I succeeded."

025 smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of being electrocuted?"

"Why call me?"

Hang Xiao raised his head and chest, rolled his eyes a few times, and said in a brisk tone: "Aren't I heroic? Am I not cold enough? Did I mispronounce even one word of the line that should be read?"

"...Indeed, you are all right." 025 said with a smile, "You just didn't perform well enough."

"It's treacherous, but I like it."

Hang Xiao smiled openly: "I admit it."

But the revolution is far from over.

Hang Xiao suppressed his excitement, quietly held his breath, fixedly stared at the girl in front of him, and waited for her reaction.

The girl propped her chin and nodded thoughtfully.

There were still tears hanging on her cheeks, but her pupils were gloomy before, her nimble eyes rolled slightly, and her onion-like fingers pressed against her lips, biting them lightly.

A trace of blood oozed from the white fingertips, scarlet and gorgeous.

Cui Yuyao wiped the blood from her fingertips on her pink lips.

She was originally dressed in mourning clothes, plain and simple, but at this moment, blood replaced rouge and became the only color on her face, and the tails of her slender eyes were uncharacteristically raised slightly like small hooks, squinting at her with anger and resentment. Under the moonlight, her youthful facial features appeared a bit coquettish.

"I pretended to be like this for fun."

The girl casually tore off the filial cloth on her head, and let her black hair fall onto her shoulders.

"But after hearing what you said, I suddenly feel that it's not fun again."

She pinched the white cloth between her fingertips to play with, her fingers fluttered around, and dexterously twisted out a pair of rabbit ears, and playfully bent her ears towards Hang Xiao, but a pair of watery eyes gradually turned cold, like withered stars drifting, and the cold moon falling pond.

"Not only is it not fun, it's even a bit embarrassing. You are so smart, why don't you think about what happens to those who make me ashamed?"

The girl's voice was still soft, with a hint of grievance, but the corners of her mouth gradually rose. That smile fell into Hang Shi's eyes, and instinctively sent chills down his spine.

Hang Xiao swallowed nervously, his fingertips tightened, and he said in his mind: "Mr. 025, this situation is not right. My plan should have worked. Cui Yuyao didn't show any interest in me, but Judging by her current appearance, it looks like... she wants to kill me?"

"Isn't it a good thing that she doesn't like you?"

"Good things are good things, but..."

The spiritual power flows through the meridians, and gathers into a small cyclone in the palm of the hand, in which weak but bright flames flow, like a golden thread wrapped around a shuttle, always waiting for Hang Shi's call.

The bad premonition became stronger and stronger. Under the mask, Hang Xiao wrinkled a bitter face, and said in pain: "I seem to be unable to beat her now!"

As soon as the words fell, Cui Yuyao's face darkened.

She turned slightly sideways, with her slender arms in a beautiful arc, and flung out the white cloth in her palm.

The mountain wind is blowing, and the shadows are sparse.

The white cloth was moved by the spiritual power, and instantly it moved like a swimming snake and flew into the air.

The end that exposed the thread turned into a snake's head, opened its ferocious mouth, its fangs were as sharp as a blade, and rushed towards Hangshi in a hurry!

The author has something to say: A little demon girl who reveals her true nature is given to everyone~XD