Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

Isn't it funny?

Acting in front of the master, of course it's funny!

Yan Hualan leaned on Shuang Jiangnian's shoulder, and it took him a long time to control his facial expression. He raised his face and said in admiration to Shuang Huai: "I'm not laughing at my heart, I'm laughing at you... Your Majesty."

"Oh?" Yu Hui glared at him angrily, with blue veins on his forehead, "What's so funny about this deity?"

"Your Majesty is so heroic and majestic." Yan Hualan stood up, paced slowly around the "Demon King", and sighed, "Look at this face, look at this figure, ah, how can there be such a perfect demon in the Three Realms? Seeing Your Majesty, my heart of reverence is like the water of a great river, rolling and torrenting!"

Yuhui's disguise was made according to his own appearance and body, he praised himself, his face was full of narcissism, and he was not shy at all.

Yu Hui's eyes were burning with raging anger, wishing to expose the identity of the dog demon king on the spot and resign on the spot.

In Shuang Huaimu's eyes, this look was like thunder and fire, and the two met each other.

He coughed a few more times, and fell into Yuhui's arms like a weak willow supporting the wind, blocking Yuhui's sight by the way.

Seeing this, Yuhui threw his neck back and hid, pinching people madly in his heart, only a thin line away from collapse.

Shuang Jiangnian really couldn't bear it, and brought Yan Hualan back, and apologized to the two: "My sister Tongyan has no taboos, you two are abrupt, I will apologize to you two here."

Yan Hualan hugged his arm, and called out delicately: "Brother Husband, what's wrong with Ah Lan? It's funny if it's funny, and the young master of the Shuang family still wants to cover my mouth?"

The building was filled with the fragrance of tea, and I almost suffocated when I imagined a handsome eight-foot-tall man twirling an orchid finger and calling someone "Husband".

"Huaimu dare not." Shuang Huaimu said weakly, "It's just that Huaimu thinks that... as a married woman, she should abide by the virtues of women. Like a fairy, she rashly praises her husband to make her husband angry , Huaimu is absolutely afraid to do it."

After finishing speaking, he raised his face and looked at Yuhui, his eyes full of tenderness and obedience.

"'Women's Virtue'?" Yan Hualan picked out his ear, "Master Shuang didn't retreat for a hundred years, but isolated from the world for tens of thousands of years, right? It's fine to set up a memorial archway for yourself, and you still have to use the memorial archway to hit me ?”

Shuang Huaimu couldn't talk to him, and looked at Shuang Jiangnian for help: "Immortal Elder, you Taoist companion..."

Shuang Jiangnian smiled: "Alan is right."

"Hmph." Yan Hualan was proud, "Young Master Shuang, who still wants to drive a wedge between me and my brother? The monster clan has taken a fancy to the person they like, so they boldly chase and snatch it. What's the point of pretending to be weak and sowing discord?"

Shuang Huaimu's cheeks were hot: "You..."

He couldn't find the steps, but the "demon king" beside him was like a wooden man, and refused to help him with a word, and kept staring at the "coquettish bitch" with scorching eyes, which made Shuang Huaimu very angry.

The owner of the tea house was also winking, and hurried over to fight: "Master, you want to drink tea when you come to the humble house? Xiaoer, bring me a pot of the best Kunlun Snow Mountain Maocha for the young master!"

Shuang Jiangnian understands that it is not easy for Yu to return to work, and promises to buy sugar for Yan Hualan after going out, and takes the opportunity to drag him out of the teahouse.

Yan Hualan licked the sugar figure, still thinking about what he said just now: "Although women's morals are wrong, I can't restrict my brother, but if my brother teases other people, I will still be angry."

"Why are you angry?" Shuang Jiangnian took time off.

Yan Hualan said solemnly: "When the emperor was angry, he laid down millions of corpses, bleeding and drifting away. This deity is much more powerful than the emperor, and the consequences are of course very serious."

Shuang Jiangnian smiled: "Could it be that the oars are flowing with vinegar?"

Suddenly he was pushed and pressed against the wall.

Yan Hualan pecked his mouth.

Because I just finished eating Sugar Man, there is still a hint of maltose sweetness on my lips.

Yan Hualan's arms were on his sides, and her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "When I'm angry, I will forcefully kiss my brother. This time it's a small punishment, but if I'm really angry, I will forcefully kiss my brother until he can't breathe. of!"

The corner of Shuang Jiangnian's mouth twitched, and he remained silent for a long while.

Yan Hualan raised her eyebrows: "Are you overwhelmed by my evil eyes?"

Shuang Jiangnian looked down at him - at this "girl" who was three points shorter than him.

"No, I was thinking... Are you tired of tiptoeing?"

A few monks happened to pass by, and whispers came into their ears clearly.

"Which family's girl is so bold and unrestrained?"

"It's hard work on tiptoe."

"Don't have a flavor, hahaha."

Yan Hualan: "..."

It's all because of this body, he is a majestic demon king, the king of all demons, how could he be reduced to the point where he has to stand on tiptoe!

Shuang Jiangnian patted his head and said "Good boy" with a rare pampering look on his face.

The Fried-haired Demon King's feathers smoothed out, and he experienced the joy of pretending to be weak and pitiful.

Walk through the street and arrive at the main residence of the Shuang family.

The house is full of guests and friends, bustling with people. After the 88-table banquet is set up, after the meal, there are games of boxing games, game of arrows, or curved water cups, scriptures and sermons, all in accordance with the rules of recruiting.

All the guests who were invited to the banquet by Shuang's family thought so too.

The two mixed in and ate some fairy fruits casually.Shuang Jiangnian was not in a hurry or panic, but Yan Hualan was terrified when he saw the scene of the bright red scene.

He muttered: "No, I can never marry him. My brother must make the decision for me."

"What's the hurry?" Shuang Jiangnian said, "Let's play first."

Several nephews of Shuang's family were playing pitching pot with others.

The throwing pot in the world of cultivating immortals is similar to that in the mortal world. You stand at a certain position and throw the arrow in your hand into the wine pot in the distance.

It's just that in the world of cultivating immortals, the position of the flagon is random due to the formation. The monks are not allowed to use spiritual energy, and must rely entirely on their eyesight and physical strength. middle.

The fairy stands on the swing with her coat fluttering, and the arrow in her hand draws a beautiful trajectory, which is often a dazzling scenery at the reception and banquet.

But now, three or four nephews of the Shuang family are noisily pulling a drunk girl onto the swing.

The girl's cheeks and nose were blushing, her eyes were hazy, and she mumbled "I won't gamble" or "I won't play anymore", obviously very drunk.

A young master with a horse face said: "What is modesty? We all know that Miss Xiaoyue is best at throwing pots. Why not play a few more games with the young master? Brothers, how much is this bet?"

"A high-grade spirit stone!"

"okay!"

Xiaoyue cried and begged for mercy: "I don't have so many spirit stones...Young masters, I won't gamble anymore, please forgive me, let's go drink again, shall we?"

The horse-faced young master's expression darkened: "You are lucky to be able to play throwing pots with me, young master! Don't toast and eat or drink fine wine!"

Xiaoyue seemed to think of something, her shoulders flinched, she sobbed and stood on the swing.

The swing swayed, she wobbled, and took out the first feather arrow from behind, but missed.

Shuang Jiangnian always felt that this girl's face looked familiar.

"How can these scumbags bully people?" Yan Hualan rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight.

A guest nearby stopped him: "Fairy, don't be impulsive, there are some reasons for this. The girl is the son of Shuang's family and the daughter of the servant Huang Ma. Outsiders can't take care of Shuang's family affairs. If they do, the girl can't get away from Shuang." Home, the days to come will be even worse."

Shuang Jiangnian's eyes moved: "Mama Huang's daughter?"

Yan Hualan noticed the change in his expression and asked, "Who is Huang Ma? Why did they treat Huang Ma's daughter so harshly?"

"This is not a secret. Fellow Daoists, do you know that there used to be a fairy in the Shuang family?" The guest whispered, "She is the eldest sister of the current head of the family, and she has never been very compatible with the mother of the Shuang family. This Huang Ma is Frost's wet nurse, an old mussel who gave birth to pearls, named her daughter 'Yue' to commemorate her former master, isn't it just asking for bad luck?"

Yan Hualan looked at Shuang Jiangnian.

Is Shuang Suyue the brother's mother?Huang Ma is the mother's wet nurse?

Bullying this girl is obviously bullying his brother!

Suddenly hearing a girl's exclamation from the side, Yan Hualan just raised his eyes when he saw Shuang Jiangnian flying up and catching Xiaoyue who fell from the swing.

She was so drunk that she couldn't even stand on a swing without using her spiritual energy.

Xiaoyue didn't dare to thank her savior at all, she quickly turned over and kowtowed to the young masters to apologize: "Xiaoyue was wrong, Xiaoyue made young master unhappy, please give me another chance!"

Young master Ma Lian ignored her and raised his whip to beat her.

The long whip pierced through the air and landed firmly in Shuang Jiangnian's hands, without hurting Xiaoyue at all.

"Toss the pot, I will compare with you." Shuang Jiangnian said.

Xiaoyue fell at his feet and begged: "Immortal Elder, please don't..."

She was very grateful in her heart, but finding an outsider as a backer would only make her life more difficult in the future.

Shuang Jiangnian bent over to help her up, and whispered in her ear: "I will take you and your mother out of here."

Xiaoyue was surprised: "Why?"

Shuang Jiangnian lowered her eyes: "Repay the favor of wonton."

"It's a hero to save the beauty." The horse-faced young master clapped his hands, "Okay, I'm already tired of playing with that girl. You said you and me are playing pot throwing, what are you betting on?"

He is not stupid, he knows not to offend big shots.But this person in front of him is an unfamiliar face, definitely not any guest invited by Shuang's family, most likely a young boy who sneaked in, and he will act like a hero when he sees injustice.

He smiled inwardly.

It's the most interesting thing to teach this kid a lesson.

Seeing that Shuang Jiangnian was silent, he said with a smile, "You're not so poor that you don't even have money for gambling, are you?"

Before he finished speaking, something smashed heavily on his protective magic weapon, shattering the heavenly golden light protective shield.

hidden weapon! ?

Young Master Horse Face took a closer look, but saw that the "hidden weapon" was a kit filled with spirit stones.

If there is no magic weapon for body protection and defense, this thing will hit him hard on the face, and directly blow him away, what's more... his brains will be smeared on the ground!

Cold sweat broke out on his back

"Who do you say is poor?"

Yan Hualan stood in front of Shuang Jiangnian, and it was from his hand that the kit was thrown just now.

The entourage opened the kit, and said to Master Malian in a low voice: "Master, this is a high-grade spirit stone, ten yuan."

ten yuan?Quite a lot.

Young Master Horse Face was suspicious.

How could such a strong energy be thrown from the woman's hand?Perhaps it was because the protective instrument hadn't been repaired for a long time, and it was old and broken, which caused the illusion just now.

"Bring the spirit stone, let's gamble." He snorted coldly, "The fairy is bold, so I will be disrespectful."

The two started the game.

The only thing that idlers like Young Master Horse Face are good at is "playing".He is well versed in throwing pot skills, and he is one of the best in Frost City.

His wonderful performance soon attracted many guests to watch.

On the other hand, in Shuang Jiangnian, he carried a barrel of arrows on his back and stood on the swing, and there was no movement for a long time.

After a while, he turned his head and asked Xiaoyue lightly: "How can I make the swing swing without using spiritual energy?"

All the onlookers: "..."

How can there be people in this world who can't even play on a swing? ?

Shuang Jiangnian really won't.

In his previous life, he suffered from serious heart disease, and was never allowed to play with other children, let alone swings, which stimulate the heart.Childhood was difficult in this life, and I had no chance to touch these things.

The first time I threw the pot, only three of the twenty feathered arrows hit.

"It's really boring." The horse-faced young master weighed the spirit stone he won, lacking in interest, "I thought you had some level, so you dared to shout at me."

He winked and asked others to take Xiaoyue away.

Let's see if he doesn't teach this damn girl a lesson!

"Wait." Yan Hualan said, "Who told you to go?"

He is generous, and the young master Malian respects him: "Competing with novices in throwing pots is considered bullying. Why don't you find a companion to play with?"

"To play with?" Yan Hualan hugged her brother with a smile, and threw another bag of spirit stones over, "Yes, I'm just looking for a company for my Taoist companion to play with. Is there enough money for fun?"

The young master with a horse face was furious: "You! Who do you take this young master as?!"

The entourage at the side whispered in his ear: "Master, here are... a hundred top-grade spirit stones."

The young master with a horse face shrank his pupils.

As the fifth young master of the Shuang family, he has never thought of eating cheap food, nor doing the business of making money, so he has backbone.

But this is one hundred high-grade spirit stones!

Enough for him to squander a whole year!

This means that when he asks for a spirit stone in the future, he no longer needs to look at Zhuang Shulan's face, no longer needs to be pushed away by her in every possible way, and no longer needs to lose face in front of women.

The horse-faced young master immediately became polite to Yan Hualan.

"Fairy is generous," he said with an apologetic smile, "Since we have this money, why waste it on this matter? Why don't I go out with Fairy to eat something good and watch some singing and dancing?"

Yan Hualan: "Why, I have money, and you still care how I spend it?"

The horse-faced young master couldn't hold back his smile, so he could only raise his hand: "Then please."

"I will lose a few times." Shuang Jiangnian said via voice transmission.

"Play whatever you want, your husband has plenty of spirit stones." Yan Hualan winked at him, "However, after I go back, I want to play on the swing with my brother."

"it is good."

"Brother's throwing pots just now is very beautiful! I don't know how to swing, let alone throwing pots. If it were me, I might not be able to hit even one when I play for the first time."

"Ah."

Yan Hualan gave him a final hug: "Don't worry, brother just have fun."

This game, really lost again.

"Come again." Yan Hualan threw the kit.

The horse-faced young master kept stroking the spirit stone in the kit, his heart burning, and the greed in his eyes became more and more difficult to conceal.

He pretended to be angry: "I quit, it's boring."

Yan Hualan folded his arms: "How much are you willing to do?"

Young Master Horse Face swallowed his saliva in his throat: "Unless the betting money in each round is multiplied five times."

There was an uproar all around.

Yan Hualan patted his thigh: "Okay."

No one saw, Shuang Jiangnian smiled slightly.

He got on the swing.

No matter where so many spirit stones are placed, it is a huge sum, and soon, guests poured in from all directions.

"Come and see, come and see! The rich lady spends a lot of money to make herself beautiful!"

"More than a thousand pieces of gold? One hundred, five hundred... Now there are 1 high-grade spirit stones!"

"1 pieces? Are you crazy?"

Even Zhuang Shulan was shocked.

As the housewife and Shuang Huaimu's mother, she is drinking tea in Yaju with her husband and Huaimu, accompanied by the "Demon King" and the immortals of Xianmeng.

She felt that something was unusual, so she pulled Shuang Huaimu up: "Come on, let's go and have a look."

Pitching place.

The betting money doubled to 1 high-grade spirit stones, and the hands of the horse-faced young master were already trembling with excitement.

The entourage panicked, if something happened, he would definitely not survive: "Master, think twice, if we lose, we can't afford to pay so many spirit stones!"

"I can't lose!" The horse-faced young master was full of confidence.

The entourage knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, what if this is a trick they set up? What if it is the spirit stone that deliberately deceived you?"

"Impossible. I've seen people pretending to be deceitful before, but this is not it." The young master with a horse-faced face shined brightly, "I played a game of throwing pots, and he is definitely a novice. No one can fool you when it comes to eating, drinking and having fun. my eyes."

The first time he faced so much money, he was a little flustered, muttering: "Just this time, after winning this time, I will stop..."

Sign and draw a pledge to pay for the foundation of the ancestors, and then stand on the swing with Shuang Jiangnian.

Like the previous few times, the enchanting woman stood on tiptoe, hugged Shuang Jiangnian, and gave him a "tweet" on the tip of his nose as a sign of encouragement.

The horse-faced young master was jealous.

He looked at Shuang Jiangnian, who had a flat complexion and seemed a bit arrogant, and said with a strange tone: "You are just a little boy raised by a rich woman. What is there to be proud of? I feel ashamed for you to be under a woman's skirt."

"He is willing. I am willing." Shuang Jiangnian answered his words for the first time, and smiled coldly: "Or, are you jealous?"

Master Ma Lian froze, and scoffed: "Jealous, jealous? Heh! It's a big joke in the world. I want you to lose everything. You and her will be my slaves and servants!"

In this game, he played very well.

The wind was blowing, but relying on his rich experience, he threw nineteen of the twenty feathered arrows into the pot, winning bursts of cheers and congratulations.

1 high-grade spirit stones, no one can cast better than him.

He turned his head and saw Shuang Jiangnian on the swing next to him, throwing his last feathered arrow.

Very bored, he took the victor's schadenfreude and went to count how many feather arrows there were in the opponent's flagon.

One, three, five... As a novice, I really made rapid progress... Seven, nine, eleven...

The smile disappeared from the face of the horse-faced young master.

Cold sweat broke out.

There are nineteen sticks in the flagon.

The encouragement from the guests was deafening, not for him, but for this little-known novice pitching pot!

Now, Shuang Jiangnian was holding the last feather arrow in his hand.

At such a tense moment, his expression was as indifferent as ever, and he stared at the rapidly changing jug without any waves in his heart.

He threw it lightly.

"No—!" the horse-faced young master roared.

His pot throwing technique was so good, so as soon as he shot that arrow, he knew that he was going to lose this game.

"Ding Dong", No. 20 feathered arrows fell into the jug.

"Acceptance." Shuang Jiangnian cupped his hands towards him, and raised his body to fall on the swing.

Yan Hualan caught him, laughed and hugged him several times.

But no one paid any attention to their movements.

The eyes of all the guests were on the 1 top-grade spirit stones!

Yan Hualan snatched back all the tips that he had lost just now, and picked up the mortgage list written by Young Master Malian just now, and read aloud one by one.

Young Master Malian is the eldest son of Wufang. In addition to mortgaging all the properties belonging to Wufang, the number was not enough in the end, and an extra line was added.

"Master," Yan Hualan said with a half-smile, "Why did you mortgage this Shuang House?"

The horse-faced young master knelt down on his knees with a "bang", his eyes were dull and his face was sallow.

"Doesn't that mean that this mansion of the Shuang family has already belonged to me?" Yan Hualan laughed, and said proudly, "Come on, get rid of these red ones first! Whatever marriage, whatever nationality, everything is up to you." I withdraw!"

Hahahaha, he finally doesn't have to be afraid of marrying an inexplicable fake!

All the guests looked at each other.

No one expected that the banquet at Lai Shuang's house would be able to catch up with such a big show!

Although the enchanting woman's actions were offensive, they were reasonable and legal, and she was willing to admit defeat and seriously reason, but she couldn't find any faults.

Could it be that the betrothal gift is really going to be discontinued?

Is this old house that has stood for thousands of years really going to change hands?

"Wait a minute." An elegant female voice came from afar.

Zhuang Shulan arrived late.

She is graceful and elegant, with a fairy appearance and jade quality, even after such a scandal, her steps seem calm and composed.

Shuang Jiangnian's eyes quickly swept over her.

The jade hairpins on the head are not konghou hairpins.Earrings, jade bracelets, and no other place to hide a hairpin-shaped artifact.

Finally, Shuang Jiangnian's eyes fell on her neck.

It's strange that Zhuang Shulan's smooth neck doesn't have any extra decorations, only a single pearl.

A pearl faintly exuding holy brilliance.

Shuang Jiangnian's pupils shrank suddenly.

He coughed violently, and coughed heavily, blood was already seen in the palm of his hand.

"Brother?" Yan Hualan hugged him in shock, and frantically took the medicine.

Shuang Jiangnian pushed away the medicine and wiped away the blood with the back of her hand.

His eyes were cold, and the corners of his lips were stained with bright red blood, printed on his pale face, like a ghost crawling out of an abyss.

Shuang Jiangnian stared at the pearl on Zhuang Shulan's neck.

"What's wrong with that bead?" Yan Hualan asked.

Shuang Jiangnian closed her eyes.

"...that was the tear my father shed for my mother."

It is only once in a lifetime that a merman weeps into pearls. The pearls we cry can reach the ancient gods and even revive the dead.

—the tears they shed for the love of their lives.