After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

Rong Yi's breath came closer, and her eyes were focused with seriousness.

This kind of light was no different from the light in his eyes when he saw him the first day he sat on the coffin of God.

Xiangli Fei Lu looked at him with green eyes, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

The priests came in and out with lights, and the villagers of Qingyue Town watched back and forth at the gate of the priest's dock, wanting to know what happened, but they were all blocked back.

"I can't help it... Mr. Xiangli's body collapsed, so he called a doctor. He said that one was due to bone disease and old injuries that could not be reversed, and the other was that his heart was too serious. The death of his wife was a great blow to him..."

Xiangli Feilu turned his head and glanced at the unconscious person on the couch: Xianglihong's face was pale and haggard, and there were a few streaks of gray in his loose long hair, as if the lamp had run out of oil, but his fingers were still tight. Clenched tightly, as if still grasping something, even if it was futile.

The so-called illness comes like a mountain. Before Xiangli Feilu arrived in Qingyue Town, his highly tense nerves and almost sleepless attempts had already destroyed his health.

"Master's leg..." Xiangli Feilu thought about his words, and the doctor next to him shook his head, "Master, your medical skills are far superior to mine, you should know that Master Xiangli's leg is no longer to be saved. If you can save it , the spirit has recovered, and I am afraid that I will spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair."

Xiangli Feilu was silent for a moment: "I understand."

"What happened to Master's body? Have you checked it? Are there any traces?" Xiangli Feilu asked the little priest waiting beside him in a low voice.

The priest shook his head: "It's the same as the previous heart-gouging... death methods, and there are no other traces around, but there is a spot of dirt that leaves a mark, which seems to be footprints, but it doesn't look like human footprints. We have sent people to That piece of soil was brought over."

Xiangli Feilu took a look.

The water soaked into the soil, washing it almost invisible, and the print was also very faint. There was only the front half of the footprint, not the back half, as if the person was walking on tiptoes.

Xiangli Feilu inspected it and frowned.

"...a ghost."

The lowest level of voluptuous ghosts feed on flesh and blood, can read people's hearts, seduce people with their beauty, and generally only harm men.

What they practice is deception, which is similar to the Dao of Hehuan. There are also gorgeous ghosts who can not only confuse men after their cultivation has been improved, but can see through the things that everyone wants most in the past and future, and kill people with illusions.

This Qingyue town is probably a pretty ghost with a lot of knowledge.

There were no traces left before, but this time it did. Probably it has something to do with Rong Yi: the ghost was in their room, and originally wanted to attack him, but he didn't want to be overcome by Phoenix karma—Phoenix is ​​pure yang The most powerful creatures are born capable of killing all ghosts.

"Take good care of the master. Madam will stay in the coffin for three days. If the master wakes up, he will personally deliver the spirit for the mistress. If he hasn't woken up, I will save the mistress."

Xiangli Feilu whispered to the priest beside him, "I will take over all other matters."

"Understood, Master."

The priest paused for a moment, and then said, "There is one more thing. The three people who were escorted and locked up all wanted to go out, especially Granny Zhou. able to let them go.

"Master Xiangli asked us to let them out just before he fainted, and asked us to come and inform you. Because Lord Xiangli had already set up a formation that banned magic clones here before you came, the three They were not there when the incident happened, so they are all innocent.”

Xiangli Feilu frowned: "Already released?"

"Yes, our lord ordered, and we dare not neglect." The priest bowed his head and said.

"understood."

He was invaded by a ghost just now, which proved the innocence of the three people for the time being, but the breath of the ghost must be hidden in the mist and rain without a trace. The formation method still needs to find out the solution to the water mist.

He was still thinking, the priest knelt down and couldn't help kowtowing to him: "Master, please, we must find out the culprit, please. I was also picked up and raised by Mr. Xiangli , On the day of their wedding, I will welcome the kiss with the adults."

His voice was almost mournful, "We watched their marriage step by step... Mr. Xiangli refused at first, but later returned to vulgarity. His wife often said that this was the only sinful thing she ever did in her life. "

How can you not be guilty of pulling monks into the world of mortals?

In the past few days, Xiangli Feilu has heard the stories before and after Xianglihong's return to vulgarity several times.

Xianglihong is a former national teacher, and his Dharma is solemn. When he returned to Qingyue Town, the first thing he did was to help the townspeople see a doctor. At that time, everyone's bone disease had already begun to show signs. But no girl dared to speak so boldly.

It so happened that she was the most quiet and elegant girl in Qingyue Town.

It's just for selfishness, and there is such reckless courage.

Xiangli Feilu raised the Qingyue Sword, looked back at the unconscious Xianglihong, and said, "Take care of him."

Then stepped out the door.

Outside, there was the patter of rain and the shadows of the lights, revealing the clear and handsome shadow of a person.

Rong Yi was still waiting for him in the yard.

The young man sat cross-legged under the porch, playing with the red paper umbrella, and the raindrops spun and scattered in all directions. When the water droplets touched him, they still did not fall or melt.

Rong Yi heard his footsteps, and turned to look at him: "Have you finished your business now? Can you go back to sleep?"

"Not yet, Shangshen, please go back and rest by yourself first." Xiangli Feilu said.

Rong Yi pursed her lips, and at that moment, the star-like light in his eyes dimmed resentfully: "Oh, alright, then I'll go back to sleep first."

He reached out and put the umbrella on the ground.In Xiangli, every trace of water on Feilu's entrance door was wiped clean, without leaving a single drop of water.

Rong Yi let go and jumped into the rain, his snow-white clothes fluttered in the gray rain, his back looked a bit thin in the rising rain and mist.

"Shangshen." Xiangli Feilu called him suddenly, Rong Yi turned to look at him, "Huh?"

"I'll be busy for a while." Xiangli Feilu picked up the umbrella with his head down, and there was still no emotion in his voice, "...so, I don't have time to accompany Shangshen."

Rong Yi was startled in reality, and after hearing what he said, her phoenix eyes suddenly curved up: "Okay, I know that, you raised Jiang people earlier than me, I am a sensible phoenix."

Xiangli Feilu nodded, just as he thought that Rongyi was going to leave, but saw him walking back again, that bright smiling face stuck in front of him again.

His sleeves were pulled, and Rong Yi smiled slyly, "But Phoenix is ​​not sensible by nature, and the person who raises Phoenix has to pay the price to be coaxed."

He got so close.

It was the same and different from last time. Last time, the candles in the tent danced brightly and yellow, as if burning in people's hearts. Now the lights are dim, and only the starlight in his eyes and his rosy lips can be seen.

Rong Yi tugged at his sleeve, looked up, and bumped into Xiangli Feilu's deep emerald green eyes, this time the butterfly-like black eyelashes no longer fluttered.

"Last time you hurt me and hurt your own hand. I'm very kind. I'll give you another chance to kiss me again." After Rong Yi finished speaking, she looked at him again and added, "Kiss for a little longer."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the water drops falling under the eaves with a smile. The water drops flickered and fell slowly, making ticking sounds from time to time.

"...at least five drops."

"Otherwise I will play with fire in your Qingyue Town, like that time..."

The latter word was not uttered.

He didn't have time to say it, because Xiangli Feilu said quietly: "Okay."

Xiangli Feilu's green eyes reflected his shadow, like a deep pool, bottomless.

He clasped his shoulders, pushed him against the fence outside the corridor, lowered his head and kissed him, and pressed his cool and soft lips against the young man.

Under the eaves, the figures were scattered and their breathing was disordered.

His breath has the gentleness and restraint of a Buddhist, even his breathing is suppressed, with some jerky and obedience to him after getting used to it, and moreover, his usual upright and abstinence, like a star Strong pine in the snow.

Rong Yi took a step back, but there was no way to retreat, her waist hit the cold railing.

Also because Xiangli Feilu was pressing too deeply, he couldn't stand still, but Xiangli Feilu's hands supported his back firmly, more solid than any other support.

Rong Yi likes this feeling very much, he likes this kind of state where he doesn't need to control, but instead is controlled by others, like a stray bird has found its nest.

He didn't let go of Xiangli Feilu's cuff.

When the cedar-flavored kiss captured the city and made him completely lose his way of retreat, he tiptoed slightly, wrapped his arms around his neck, and handed over his whole body to him.

Because he couldn't stand up, he shook slightly, Rong Yi wanted to look down at the ground, trying to find out where he was standing.

He was about to move, but his chin was pulled back.

Xiangli Feilu's breath was hot, Rong Yi opened her eyes, only to see his green eyes, which seemed to have also been dyed with a slightly dazed and hot color, with a bright warning.

Water drops fall, one drop, two drops.

……

Fifth drop.

Xiangli Feilu finally let go of him.

The warm breath turned into white steam, rising in the rain.

He didn't speak, just looked at him, and Rong Yi finally saw what made him unsteady - he stepped on something leaning against the corner of the wall, and he didn't know what it was, maybe it was What old dishes.

After reading it, he raised his gaze and met the gaze of Prime Minister Li Feilu.

Rong Yi stretched out her hand, touched her hot lips with her white fingertips, licked it, and smiled: "This time, I like it very much."

Xiangli Feilu still looked at him silently, but now his butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered again, trembling violently.