After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Today Song Bihui came with him.

Jiang Yufeng didn't know if this person was worried that he would take the opportunity to escape, or if there were other reasons.

This morning, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Bihui standing in the yard in front of his door with a gloomy face.

This does not appear to be the first time.

"Throw away this broken stone tablet." He pointed at Xiao Jie's stone tablet which was inserted obliquely in the courtyard, his eyes looked very dissatisfied, "My hall is not a cemetery."

"Hmm." Jiang Yufeng didn't understand why this person woke up so early every time, and every time he seemed to be in a bad mood.

But facing Song Bihui's handsome and cold face early in the morning, his mood was very strange.

But now that Xiao Jie may have been reincarnated, it is really useless to put this fake grave monument here.

Apart from looking extraordinarily unlucky.

He gently waved upwards, and the stele suddenly broke away from the soil and slowly floated up from the courtyard. Jiang Yufeng rubbed his eyes sleepily, and asked lightly, "Should I send it back?"

"Follow you." Song Bi turned around and wanted to leave.

But suddenly I heard Jiang Yufeng teasing from behind, "Does Xianjun still want to sit on it and follow me?"

This sentence was completely teased by Jiang Yufeng on purpose, Song Bihui likes to find some past things to mock him all day long, so he has to pay back some of it today.

"Uh..." But Song Bihui was silent for a while, and then he looked back at him meaningfully, and said slowly with a sneer, "Okay..."

Jiang Yufeng: "?"

It's just that Song Bihui didn't sit on the stele as he did at the time. He seemed to dislike the dust on it and was too lazy to clean it up with spiritual power. He just sat silently on the crossbar of the cloud cart outside the door, looking coldly at the river. Yu Feng walked out the door.

There is a stone tablet behind him.

"I think I'm about to have feelings for it." Jiang Yufeng sighed, talking nonsense early in the morning.

But Song Bihui just raised his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Then you stay there with it."

"No need." Jiang Yufeng resolutely refused, he jumped onto the cloud car lightly, and gently opened the curtain, "I don't agree with it."

It is true that there are some inconsistencies. It is precisely because of Xiao Jie's amputated finger that he lay down in the Song Bihui Hall for two days because of evil spirits entering his body, and this face was almost lost.

It would be a little strange to keep this stele by my side again, like a masochist.

He waited for Song Bihui to get into the car before he lowered the curtain.

The inside of the car went dark for a moment, and the occasional light leaked from the gap fell on Song Bihui's shoulders. He lowered his eyes slightly and watched Jiang Yufeng sit aside.

For a moment, Jiang Yufeng felt that Song Bihui was a bit like a lazy and relaxed black cat, watching him with squinted eyes leisurely.

"Let's go to the ghost market tonight." Song Bihui said suddenly.

The ghost market is a market that is only open at night, and most of the trades in it are rare fairy objects and stone tools.

Although it claims to be a human market, and there are humans trading in it, most of them are mixed with other things wearing masks.

Such as spirits, ghosts, immortals and ascetics.

Jiang Yufeng nodded. He had heard from Qiao Xuan about the night market in Yishuitan earlier. He said that the market here was large in scale, very bustling and noisy, with a wide variety of goods.

Ordinary night markets end at Haishi at the latest, and then there is a carnival of ghosts and gods.

Song Bihui's gaze fell slowly for some reason, and then landed on his wrist.

Jiang Yufeng didn't notice, and waved lightly, leading the stele to the forest, and landed it in an approximate position.

It wasn't until Jiang Yufeng returned to Dengxianlou to retrieve his things, and the farce ended, that the two returned to the cloud car again.

It's just that this time Song Bihui sat directly in his previous seat, and was taken aback when he was told to get in the car.

"You are very popular with women." He said coldly, "What did you give her?"

Jiang Yufeng was at a loss for a moment, what is his relationship with women?Didn't Su Yiqian still want to chop him with a sword just now?Which old story is Song Bihui talking about?

But after a while, he suddenly remembered that when he was upstairs, he gave Nan Xing a bottle of healing medicine.

Maybe it was Song Bihui who saw it at the time, but at that time this person didn't stop him, but got into the car at this time and came to settle accounts with him.

"It's medicine for trauma." Jiang Yufeng said calmly, then sighed helplessly, and sat beside him, wondering what kind of childish temper this man was playing.

"The man's injury is not serious." Song Bihui snorted with a half-smile, as if he was complaining that these disciples were too pampered, and some small injuries would cause big fights.

Jiang Yufeng smiled wryly, "Xianjun, they are just young children, of course they are different from you."

This time Song Bihui didn't refute him, but just gave him a deep look.

In an instant, Jiang Yufeng suddenly recalled that Song Bihui was indeed completely different from other disciples today.

When he was about the same age as Qiao Xuan, he was still dying in the swamp of plague and family ruin.

At that time, the little bruised and bruised child staggered barefoot in the ice and snow all the way to Zeshan.

But it was not the light that ushered in, but the endless darkness, and he also changed sharply and feathered in this darkness that constantly tortured his body and mind.

Jiang Yufeng paused, and immediately regretted that he had said something wrong.

But Song Bihui didn't seem to care, he just looked at the continuous clouds and mist outside the window and asked him, "Is there any place you want to go?"

Jiangyu Feng seldom goes out on weekdays, and he is completely unfamiliar with Yishuitan, so naturally he has no particular place he wants to go, so he shook his head at the moment, and it was all up to Song Bihui to decide.

"Then I'll take you to a fun place." Song Bihui suddenly smiled meaningfully. When he smiled, his eyes were bright, as if the deep sea of ​​darkness had fallen into luminous stars.

It's a pity that this person has sword eyebrows and star eyes, red lips and white teeth, and has a face that everyone admires, but inside he has a bad personality and a full belly.

How can you be fooled by this face every time? !Jiang Yufeng kept scolding himself in his heart, wishing he could slap him to wake himself up.

But after struggling several times, he still couldn't resist the temptation of beauty and took another look.

But this smile seemed to melt like new snow, and quickly disappeared without a trace, as if it was all his illusion just now.

Tsk.Jiang Yufeng suddenly became upset.

The cloud car passed a small bridge, and the surrounding voices suddenly became noisy.

Hearing the sound of the wind on Jiangyu, he raised the curtain to look, and saw that there was a bustle of people and flowers under the car.

But for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong with this place.

He frowned and looked carefully, but he seemed to see a group of Yingying and Yanyan running along a path. When looking down from above, they looked like a group of lightly flying flowers and butterflies.

"Huh?" Why is this place so strange, so like...

Just when Jiang Yufeng was puzzled, Yunche stopped suddenly, he was unexpected, and almost rolled to Song Bihui's place.

He was startled, turned around, only to find that Song Bihui had already opened the car curtain with a sneer, stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, and pulled him out of the car instantly.

This is a bit too exciting.

Jiang Yufeng hurriedly adjusted in the wind, so as not to fall face down and gnaw on the mud, which would ruin his face.

The two lightly landed on a small boat in the Yishui Lake, the microwaves slowly swayed, yellow leaves swirled around, boats were painted in the south of the Yangtze River, and there were many tourists on the shore, singing and dancing.

It was like a glorious and peaceful world like a dream.

Facing a huge flower building, it is the famous casino and brothel in Yishuitan. Jiang Yufeng took a step back in a panic, and was pulled back instantly by Song Bihui.

The singers came laughing and running from the shore, seeming to see them, and immediately waved the colorful juan in the water to them.

They had long been attracted by Song Bihui's beautiful face like a crown jade, and they greeted him together, "You two officials! What are you doing on the boat, come up and play together."

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng looked at Song Bihui indifferently, with embarrassment and entanglement in his eyes, "Why don't you go and play..."

Have you suffocated your child all these years?So let's let ourselves go today?

This is so strange!An apprentice brought his master to visit the casino brothel, is this world crazy?Jiang Yufeng's heart collapsed, and he raised his legs and wanted to leave.

But Song Bihui ignored him at all, stepped forward to wrap his arms around his waist, and flew him to the shore in an instant.

Just now there was still some distance from the shore, but now the noisy sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing immediately poured into his ears like a tide, and the singing girls surrounded him like sparrows.

Looking at Song Bihui, they blushed with embarrassment, but at the same time were somewhat afraid of Song Bihui's cold eyes, so they wandered around two meters away from them and led them into Hualou.

Song Bihui ignored them, and just dragged Jiang Yufeng, who wanted to cry but had no tears, all the way up Yihualou.

Along the way, Jiang Yufeng felt a lot of hot and inquiring eyes, and even some greasy middle-aged men who were hugging scantily clad women in the lobby cast surprised and earnest eyes on Song Bihui.

Jiang Yu was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"This fairy." Suddenly, an embroidered round fan blocked Song Bihui's way, Jiang Yufeng saw a woman with a hot figure and a charming face.

She smiled and looked at Song Bihui, with a faint blush on her face, she almost stuck to Song Bihui's body, her tone was sweet, as if a lover whispered, "Why don't you let the little girl have a drink with you?"

But Song Bihui just glanced at her coldly, took a step back, and ordered her to tell her, "Get ready to go to the room."

Then there was silence.

"Uh." The perfect and sweet smile on the woman's face was almost unrestrained, and almost cracked, "Then, then, what else does Xianjun need?"

She has seen a lot of men who come to the brothel to have fun, no matter the high-ranking officials or the young talents, in this building, no one can match the beauty.

It doesn't matter whether you practice the ruthless way or the sentient way, there is only the fall and flow of lust here.

"What else do you want?" But Song Bihui just turned around and asked Jiang Yufeng.

Jiang Yufeng doesn't want anything now, he just wants to dig a hole in the ground and get in.

The majestic Zhesui Xianjun and Tianheng Xianjun even organized a group to come to the brothel in Yishuitan to have fun, and he felt that he was about to be unable to accept it.

Song Bihui looked at Jiang Yufeng with a complicated face, and seemed very satisfied with his deflated expression, and said calmly, "Then let's bring all the delicious dishes from your family, and then have a plate of longevity fruit."

Jiang Yufeng wanted to bump his head against the pillar to death.

"Long, longevity fruit?" The woman was stunned, "Is there... anything else?"

"It's gone." Song Bihui said decisively, and led Jiang Yufeng, who was not very good-looking, upstairs.

face!Jiang Yufeng was dragged and staggered upstairs, thinking with a broken heart.

There must be no acquaintances here, otherwise everything will be over.