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The young man spoke wildly like a thunderbolt.All the officials whispered to each other, looking at the young man's eyes in admiration.

The lord took a look at the officials, but still cautiously reconfirmed: "Did you really cut off all the heads of the nine-headed bird?"

"Of course, all." The young man's words were extremely frivolous and confident, "Lord, can you lift the curfew?"

The lord clenched his hands tightly, as if restraining his ecstasy.He said, "It will take a few more days to observe."

Guixuan expressed his understanding: "Yes. Lord Feng is in charge of so many people, so he must be careful in everything."

"Maybe in a few days..." The lord stopped talking, he coughed violently as if choked by the great joy, his face paled.

Cough is like an infectious disease.Gui Xuan also suppressed his throat and kept coughing.Kong Zaijin supported him worriedly, letting the boy support his body and cough.

Seeing this, the lord asked with concern: "Kong Xuan, are you seriously injured?"

Gui Xuan coughed several times before he could barely stop, gasping for breath, leaning on Kong's arms, shaking his head feebly.

He said vaguely: "No, nothing..." But before he finished speaking, he fell into Kong Zaijin's arms and passed out.

As soon as the young man fainted, all the officials began to discuss: "Is it because of the fight with that ghost car?"

"It should be. The ghost car is extremely fierce. Kong Xuan must have lost a lot of energy to defeat him."

The lord had a complex expression, and finally said with a smile: "Let Kong Xuan go back and rest."

Kong Zai lowered his eyes and hugged the boy horizontally.Zhi Shu watched them get up, and immediately trotted after them.Kong Zaijin ignored the young man's secret push and push, and insisted on carrying him all the way to the carriage.

As soon as the car curtain fell, the boy struggled to get up from him: "Brother, the acting is over. You can let go."

It's a pity that the carriage started to move at this time, Gui Xuan finally moved a little away, and was forced to sit back on Kong Zaijin's lap.

Yuan Zhao pushed Kong Zaijin: "...I'm sorry." He looked up, and found that Kong Zaijin's appearance had changed back to a handsome appearance, he blinked and said, "Brother, you don't actually have to carry me out like that. .”

Kong Zaijin's expression was natural: "I can't recite you when you're in such a coma. It's all about acting, isn't it?"

Yuan Zhao: "..." Well, anyway, Guixuan is just a fake identity, so it's shameful to be ashamed.

Kong Zaijin said: "Remember to tell me your plan this time."

Yuan Zhao sat on a soft cushion, one leg was supported by the knee and lifted, and the wound on the back of the thigh was intimately untouched.This posture made him have to circle Kong Zaijin's neck in order to maintain his balance.

Guixuan smiled and said: "Of course. If I don't say anything, brother will be even more angry?" When the palace leaned against Kong Zaijin, he sent a voice transmission to Kong Zaijin: "There are ghost cars and eyes and ears in Jiuyou Palace. You have to pretend to be weak and tempt. If you play a full set, I might 'faint', bro, be more natural."

Kong Zaijin really didn't disappoint him, except that it was embarrassing to hold him in the princess's arms.

Kong Zaijin glanced at him: "Guixuan, you think a lot, you have to tell me, otherwise... I don't know." He remembered that Master also told him to let him talk more.

"Okay." Gui Xuan yawned, and said, "I'll sleep for a while, call me when we arrive."

When Guixuan was sleeping, he also seemed to like stuffing things into his arms, and kept hugging him.

Kong Zaijin's breath stagnates, and he can't help but think, it's too similar.

Guixuan and Shizun are too similar.

Before they even returned to Qushu's yard, they were stopped by Qushu.Qu Shu said: "Come to Lan Lan's house for dinner."

Lan Lan warmly entertained them. When it was lunch time, Lan Lan dismissed the servants and went to the small kitchen in the courtyard to get busy.

Guixuan actually fell asleep on the carriage without being jolted, and now he is in good spirits.He stretched and was about to move around, when Kong Zaijin glanced at him lightly.

Guixuan sat back on the chair awkwardly, and talked about business: "Brother, go somewhere with me tonight."

"where?"

Guixuan smiled and said: "The place where the oiran of Jiuyou City is...Yanjiao Tower. Brother, you will know when you go tonight."

Kong Zaijin knew what he had planned, and was thinking about it secretly, completely oblivious to Gui Xuan sneaking away.

Yuan Zhao strolled to the small kitchen, just when Qu Shu was pushed out by Lan Lan.I only heard Lan Lan say: "Don't make trouble, you almost blow up the kitchen if you start a fire!"

Qu Shu knew his mistake and said: "I just want to help you. You have to prepare so many dishes today, don't I feel sorry for you?"

Lan Lan said: "As soon as you come to help, the dinner time will be an hour late."

Yuan Zhao volunteered and said, "Let me help my sister-in-law."

Qu Shu looked at him incredulously: "You will?"

With Qu Shu's bad behavior ahead of him, Lan Lan gave Gui Xuan a very hopeful look, and said, "Try Gui Xuan."

Half an hour later, Lan Lan was amazed to witness the process of Guixuan gradually occupying the kitchen.Lan Lan swallowed, and said, "Guixuan, why are you so good at cooking?"

Yuan Zhao took it for granted: "Talent." Anyway, when he was on Earth, he found that his cooking was surprisingly good without special training.

Especially certain dishes, as if he had done it many times in his previous life, how to cook this dish seemed to be imprinted in his soul.

It may also be the original owner's own muscle memory blessing.He remembered that the original owner's cooking skills were also very good.

Yuan Zhao glanced at the kitchen and asked, "Is there anything else I need to do?"

Lan Lan shook her head: "Four dishes and one soup, that's enough."

Yuan Zhao glanced at the chicken soup that was about to boil for a quarter of an hour, and put a Lingqing leaf in it: "The Lingqing leaf can adjust the umami."

Lan Lan wondered, "Lingqingye still has this function?"

Yuan Zhao nodded.This was discovered by the original owner during his practice, and he didn't know why, the original owner kept this memory in his obsession.

The sun was just right, and it fell gently, and the wind shook the vines in the courtyard.

Lan Lan smiled and served soup for everyone: "This is Guixuan's exclusive secret recipe, please try it!"

Qu Shu took a deep breath and said intoxicated, "Guixuan, you boy can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen."

Kong Zaijin took the soup that had been cooled to the right temperature with magic techniques, heard that it was made by Guixuan, and took a sip.Suddenly, his hand trembled, and a few drops of soup splashed on his white knuckles.

His usual indifferent expression was riddled with cracks, he drank the soup carefully without a drop left in disbelief.

Qu Shu took a sip and fell silent.He looked at Guixuan sincerely: "Guixuan, why don't you come to my house as a cook, and I'll give you whatever you want."

Yuan Zhao raised his eyebrows: "You can't afford me." Ask the devil to be your cook?If you give me another treasury, I will promise you.

Qushu is also addictive.This lunch Qushu was very pleasantly surprised. If Guixuan is just cooking one dish well, then it’s fine. If it’s a table of dishes...

Facing Lan Lan and Qu Shu's praise, Gui Xuan just said modestly: "I can only cook some simple home-cooked dishes."

Kong Zaijin heard Gui Xuan's words, and his hands holding the chopsticks tightened and tightened.With a crisp sound, Lan Lan said in surprise: "Ah, why did the chopsticks break? Kong Jin, I'll get you new ones."

After the meal, Qu Shu and Lan Lan went to wash the dishes.Kong Zaijin grabbed the corner of Guixuan's clothes and asked, "Did you add Lingqingye to the soup?"

Gui Xuan smiled and said, "Brother, I have tasted it."

Kong Zaijin stared straight at him and the bandaged sword behind him, and said, "There is a man who also likes to put green leaves in the soup."

Yuan Zhao has never been in the magic palace, so the person Kong Zaijin is talking about must not be him.Gui Xuan didn't take it seriously: "Really."

Kong Zaijin gritted his teeth and let go of him.

Dusk has arrived, and the feast of the day has come.

Because people have to fall asleep before they settle down, the nightlife of Ghost Car Fiefdom kicks off at the end of the day when the sun is sleepy.

It is a good time to feast and feast in Yanjiao Building.

A young man in black strode in while protecting the young man beside him.The lights were dim, and the flamboyantly dressed fireworks were unable to attract customers. When I was in distress, I spotted two customers who didn't have a high sense of presence!

The boy in black had an unremarkable appearance.On the other hand, the temperament of the white-clothed youth behind the black-clothed youth was not ordinary at first glance.Huayan deduced from her own experience that the black-clothed boy was probably the bodyguard of the white-clothed youth.

And the real master is the young man in white!

Huayan covered half of her smile with her sleeve, and leaned closer, before she could say anything, she was dumbfounded!The young man in white was tall and slender, with an air of dust, she never imagined that the young man in white would look so... unique.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she turned and climbed up to the black-clothed boy, but the black-clothed boy stopped suddenly, avoiding her hand that was specially dyed with balm.The corner of Huayan's eye twitched.

"Girl, can I find your oiran?" The boy in black smiled politely at her.

It turned out that he stopped to ask questions, instead of deliberately avoiding her hand. Thinking of this, Hua Yan's face looked a little better: "You mean Xixi? Tonight is indeed a day for Xixi to solicit customers."

The boy in black stuffed a brocade bag into Huayan's hand and asked, "Can I buy the girl some time? My brother and I want to know about Xixi."

Huayan weighed the brocade bag in his hand, and smiled familiarly: "Of course. Do you want to be in the room or..."

Guixuan smiled politely: "Just in the flower hall on the first floor. Is there any space for us to sit?"

Hua Yan: "This way." After she was seated, she pointed to the red silk on the round stage and said, "Did you see those red silk? Xixi will dance on the red silk tonight. You can buy it after her performance is over." Head wraps. Whoever buys more head wraps for Xixi will be Xixi's noble person tonight."

Guixuan looked around, then poked his head over and asked, "Who are the nobles of Xixi...?"

Huayan looked at him warily: "Why are you asking this?"

Gui Xuan: "Isn't it just to see, if I buy Xixi overnight, who will I offend?"

Huayan thought he was ridiculous: "I bought it as soon as I bought it, and I was afraid of offending others." But she also told Guixuan: "There are many ministers, servants, and some close officials of the lord, and a few people in the ghost car who are full of money. Local tyrants, cultivators traveling around, and..."

Huayan licked her lips, staring straight at Guixuan.Guixuan understood what she meant, threw a brocade bag over again, and said, "Who else?"

Huayan carefully put the money bag into the middle of her clothes, and then said: "Master Feng and... the young masters of his family." Her eyes slightly raised, and said: "Many young masters from the ghost family have come to look for Xixi. "

Kong Zaijin glanced at Gui Xuan.

Gui Xuan: "..." He paid the money and hit himself on the foot.The devil thought of what the minister said and the "discomfort" that the lord showed today, and asked, "When did the lord come here?"

Hua Yan: "I just came here yesterday."

Guixuan half-closed his eyes, touched his chin: "Thank you, girl."

Hua Yan: "I just want to thank Mr. Lang, I have already earned enough tonight." A salute was fired, and a section of red silk was stretched from upstairs, like the galaxy in the sky tilted into the world of mortals, extra red.Huayan pursed her lips and smiled: "Xixi is here."

After Huayan left, Kong Zaijin didn't know why, and suddenly asked, "Have you been here before?"

"No." Gui Xuan denied it.

Seeing his appearance, Kong Zaijin didn't believe it: "I've been here since I've been here, what are you doing?"

Guixuan unconsciously rubbed his forehead: "Brother, trust me. If I've been here before, can I ask that girl about Xixi?" This is his first visit to a brothel, okay?

"Oh." Kong Zaijin looked at Guixuan and didn't know what he was thinking, the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra went from low to high, and someone plucked the strings of the pipa, pulling his consciousness back to the brothel with a sound.

Gui Xuan glanced at him and frowned: "Why do you always like to be distracted?"

Kong Zai lowered his eyes and said, "No more."

Xixi fell from the sky, snow feet touched the red silk, one red and one white matched, instantly attracted the attention of many clients.Her face was covered with a red veil, and her appearance was faintly visible, which made people have infinite reverie.

The Demon King watched the whole process and admitted that Xixi's choreography was good. Of course, except for some sexually suggestive movements, the style of the whole dance may be even higher.

But one more point must be admitted, among the three realms, the people of the Demon Realm are the most open.So... as soon as Xixi danced down, there were many obscene sounds around her.

Yuan Zhao shook his head and sighed: The Demon Realm is indeed "simple and simple".

He played with the teacup in his hand and said, "Brother, do you understand the purpose of coming here?"

The surrounding fragrance is overflowing, and the women in the Yanjiao Building all have good looks and know how to dress up.And the beauty among the beauties—Oiran Xixi, not to mention her appearance.Kong Zaijin: "Choose the goddess according to her appearance, and the oiran will bear the brunt of it."

Guixuan nodded, and bought a headband for Xixi: "That's right. The purpose of the ghost car is to refine beauties and turn them into 'goddesses'."

"Xixi is either being targeted, or she is already the goddess of Guiche." Guixuan said, "According to the rumors, Guiche may have eight goddesses now, and he reserved a position for the goddess he is most satisfied with. "

That day, both of them could hear clearly what the old village head called "the most perfect goddess".

Thinking of the old village chief, Kong Zaijin said: "The goddess can absorb spirit bodies, and the villagers can also absorb spirit bodies."

Guixuan spent a lot of money again and bought a lot of head wraps: "Villagers are not goddesses. They are puppets just like those abandoned goddesses. However, puppets that can absorb spirit bodies are very rare. Could it be that ghost cars are still very skilled? puppeteer?"

Kong Zaijin had a flash of inspiration, and said: "Someone help the ghost car!"

Gui Xuan was taken aback, immediately understood what he meant, and murmured: "In this way, it is indeed possible."

Kong Zaijin boldly stated his conjecture: "Wushan Village was actually destroyed a few years ago, and the rumors of the ghost car's resurrection spread to everyone not long after."

"Perhaps the ghost car didn't just choose beauties as goddesses at the beginning, but first found someone to test how to assimilate the 'goddess' and let the 'goddess' absorb the spirit body. The failed product of the ghost car test was taken away by another person to make puppet material gone."

"Later, as his refining ability improved, he had higher requirements for goddesses. He began to select beauties to refine."

Gui Xuan smiled and said, "Brother is really smart."

Kong Zaijin was embarrassed by his praise, and said: "Maybe, Ghost Che itself is a puppet master, and he wants to refine a living puppet that can absorb spirit bodies. I'm not sure."

The boy Guixuan said in high spirits: "If you are not sure, just pry open the enemy's dog's mouth to verify."

Kong Zaijin couldn't help but laugh, but after thinking about it, he did.

Suddenly, Guixuan stood up, looking over the top of Kong Zaijin's head, and looked at the bustard who came slowly: "Is it enough to wrap your head?"