The paranoid villain took the script that he couldn't love the male protagonist

"When will it be here?"

Xi Xingye looked at the shoes embroidered with dark cloud patterns next to him, and complained angrily while holding his legs, which sounded as soft as coquetry in the ears of others.

"It's almost here, brother."

The two were circling in the labyrinthine alley, the gravel paved on the road formed a fragmented pattern, and the lone tree in the distance turned into a black silhouette.

Finally go to the destination.

"Is it here?" Xi Xingye frowned, full of doubts about the dilapidated and dilapidated house in front of him that seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind. Can such a place have what the head wants?

It's not the first time Yan Zhe came here, so he nodded: "Second Senior Brother, let's go in."

Xi Xingye didn't dare knock on the door too hard for fear of smashing the rotten wooden door, so he called softly, "Is anyone there?"

It is not incomprehensible for someone who is an expert in the world to have a unique preference for his own house.

The door opened silently.

It stands to reason that this kind of wooden door should make a rather harsh creaking sound when it is opened.

It was a brown sackcloth cloak that emerged from the darkness, covering the person tightly, "Come to buy something?" The voice was indistinguishable, with a hoarseness similar to the friction of iron chains.

"Yes."

The two entered in a logical manner. Although the so-called sparrow is small and well-equipped, the small shop has a lot of things on display. It looks messy, and there seems to be dust that has never been cleaned at the corners.

Xi Xingye immediately covered his mouth and nose, which is a subconscious reaction of people who are allergic to dust, and then put it down, "That..." I couldn't find a suitable title for a while, "I'll use a few dust removal spells to clean it up for you, business It will be much better."

"It's a—"

The shopkeeper spoke out of breath.

"Silly boy."

Xi Xingye: "Sorry." Anyway, it's absolutely right to apologize first, and what he said just now was really blunt, "I didn't mean to belittle you."

"Okay." The shopkeeper sat down on the rattan chair and sighed, "Don't take me as a pastime, come here to buy something?"

Xi Xingye looked at Yan Zhe beside him, and handed over the right to speak.

"Warm Soul Lamp."

Yan Zhe wore a faint smile, but Xi Xingye always felt that the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Probably because the protagonist is always like this, it has become the norm, and even the mood swings can't be detected... Is this a different kind of indifference?The shopkeeper's words interrupted Xi Xingye's thoughts: "This thing is piled up with other things next door, go find it yourself."

"Okay, thank you."

Yan Zhe followed the instructions and left neatly, Xi Xingye didn't move, and became interested in the things on display, "What is this thing for?"

"A necklace that defends against fire-type spiritual power."

Xi Xingye held it in his hand happily, and asked in order: "Then this one?"

"Can launch an attack."

Forget about this, he is just a poor kid who wants to protect himself in the inner sect competition, Xi Xingye skipped to ask the next one: "This?"

If you use attack spells and the like, it's hard to explain why you don't use the spells you are proficient in.The little villain has always used offense as defense, and it is relatively weak in terms of pure defense skills.

……

"What about this last one?"

At this moment, Xi Xingye already had a lot of treasures with protection bonuses in his hands, and he was still asking questions enthusiastically.

"……attack."

"Oh." Very regretful.

"I don't have a lot of spirit stones, can I rent them?" Xi Xingye thought that one should be prepared for danger in times of peace, and the more spirit stones the better.

The store owner was so tired from the previous explanation that he had just taken a sip of tea and almost spit out when he heard this, "Is it suitable?"

"Inappropriate?"

Anyway, it's a steady profit, right?Xi Xingye hesitated.

Shopkeeper: "..."

These days, when doing charity outside, you can meet such silly children.

"It's not suitable. Everyone here can only take three things, and it depends on the eye."

Xi Xingye looked at the things in his hands, and it was really hard to choose. He bit his red lips again and again, "Is there anything that can quickly increase defense or cultivation? The ones that have no side effects."

This kind of thing should be similar to stimulants in the world of comprehension. Generally, monks with integrity are ashamed to bring it up in the open, but the store has also seen the big world. After a moment of silence: "Do you need it?"

It can be seen that this child's cultivation is not bad, and he has never seen a storm in Lingu Valley, what do you want this kind of thing for?

"The Inner Competition is coming soon." Xi Xingye told the truth, and there was no need to hide it, "I don't want to lose too badly."

At this time, under the cover of the linen cloth at the door of the warehouse next door, a pair of shoes appeared, with the dark cloud patterns that Xi Xingye was familiar with.

"Yes, there is such a treasure." The shopkeeper said, "but not everyone can use it."

Having said that, Xi Xingye immediately said that he understood, "That is nothing for me." This kind of words in the text of cultivation and upgrading is to directly tell you that this thing is exclusive to the protagonist. Impossible to get.

At this time, Yan Zhe should make his debut.

Thinking like this, Xi Xingye turned his head and looked towards the next room, but he just happened to look into Yan Zhe's eyes, like a dry well.

"I'm scared to death, why don't you make a sound?" Xi Xingye was still in shock, he concluded that Yan Zhe's eyes just now were an illusion caused by dim light and shadow, and blinked.

"Brother, I found something."

Yan Zhe witnessed the moment when his second senior brother returned to normal from the golden vertical pupil, his expression was as usual.

"Three thousand spirit stones, leave after handing over." The shopkeeper shook his cloak.

"Huh?" Xi Xingye was taken aback, "What about the treasure just now that not everyone can use?"

"Isn't it the same as you don't have one?" Half of the shopkeeper's body was hidden in the darkness, showing decay like dry bones.

"It's like I don't have one. Isn't there someone else here?" Xi Xingye murmured in a low voice, "Anyway, you won't lose money if you take it out..."

There was a slight difference in the curvature of Yan Zhe's mouth.

The thing was taken out, a red dress, embroidered with bright colors with gold thread on it, I don't know how long it has been left, the bright colors on the top not only did not give off a rotten smell, but there was a strong enchanting fragrance, which confuses people's minds.

"What's this?"

Xi Xingye looked at the large cloak.

"What is this for?"

No wonder Xi Xingye couldn't believe it, it was really hard for him to imagine the protagonist Yan Zhe in this red dress.

"First question, the wedding dress."

The cloaked man held out a withered finger.

"The second question, it can control your body, help you attack, and has extremely high defense."

The cloaked man stretched out his second finger, "Any questions?"

"Where are the hidden dangers?" This time it was Yan Zhe who asked the question.

"It's going to make you really want to get married, okay?"

Xi Xingye/Yan Zhe: "..."

Before meeting them, the two were speechless and silent, the man in the cloak had a rebellious heart, and he was eager to sell: "It's not a bad thing, it's very convenient to find a Taoist couple, wearing this wedding dress may make people look at it directly, it has hypnotic effect Secret Love Grass."

Xi Xingye laughed dryly, and said awkwardly, "It's not suitable."

How can the main character use something like this...?Xi Xingye couldn't find a suitable adjective to fill in.

Picking up the clothes, Xi Xingye turned upside down pretending to be old-fashioned: "It's a good thing, but we have no money."

There are only a few million spirit stones stuffed in the storage bag.

Before the words fell, the red wedding dress turned into a puddle of blood, which condensed into blood threads wrapped around Xi Xingye's wrist under the surprised gaze of the three of them, and finally solidified into an ordinary red rope.

"It touches porcelain!" Xi Xingye shook his hand, not daring to touch the things in this ghost story directly, his eyes for help immediately fell on the omnipotent protagonist in his heart, "What should I do?"

Yan Zhe frowned, showing coldness at the beginning: "Cut it off."

Just picked up the sword.

The man in the cloak slapped his head, "It seems that the rumors are good, it likes handsome people. Don't worry, this thing can't be taken off by force. When you meet someone more handsome than you, you don't need to talk about it. It runs faster than anyone else." quick."

Xi Xingye: It's even more outrageous.

"Really?" Xi Xingye raised hope.

"Of course." The shopkeeper insisted.

But he didn't realize that Yan Zhe couldn't help but frown even more when he heard the words.

Meeting someone who is prettier than Xi Xingye... Yan Zhe's eyes fell on Xi Xingye's face—his eyes were as clear as water, his face as bright as jade, meeting him was not easy.

He didn't pay, and asked the store to post a few treasures with defense bonuses. Xi Xingye left hesitantly, and before leaving, he said: "When I untie this thing, I will come back to pay for your other things. stone."

In fact, the cloaked man didn't care much about the child's spirit stone, but he still sent him away with a heart-wrenching posture, beating his chest and stomping his feet.

——Back to Lingu Valley, all the disciples found that their Senior Brother Xi's expression was not happy after going out, but even more gloomy.

In a hurry, Xi Xingye took Yan Zhe to return to the head of the sect.

The waiting flowers are all gone, and the headmaster can be regarded as seeing someone: "Why did you come back so late?"

Xi Xingye avoided answering: "The Wenpo lamp is brought back."

The Wenpo Lamp is like an ordinary kerosene lamp, it is old and mottled, with a dim blue like will-o’-the-wisp flickering inside, and it is held by Yan Zhe at the moment.

"That's right." The headmaster stepped forward, "Hoshino took it and handed it to Master."

Xi Xingye didn't think much about it, and walked over with it, complaining casually: "Master, I was wrapped up in a red wedding dress just to get you this broken lamp."

As he spoke, he raised his wrist to show it to others.

The bloody red rope was entangled with frosty wrists, making people's eyes hot.

The head of the sect just watched, staring at the warm lamp, as if afraid of missing the slightest change.

"Master!"

Xi Xingye yelled again, "Have you heard—?!" The red rope was stimulated by some kind of stimulus, and suddenly turned into a puddle of blood. Abandoning him, before putting on a schadenfreude smile, the puddle of blood crawled onto his body.

In an instant, it solidified into a red wedding dress.

"How to do?"

Xi Xingye panicked and looked at Yan Zhe, "I can't control myself." There was boundless beauty at the end of his eyes.

The red wedding dress ran away with people, but she didn't leave the Wenpo lamp in her hand, and went to the head of the steps, "Marry me."

The sound is like a charm, seductive.