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

"Is that so?" Jiang Yufeng looked at the woman, and suddenly smiled slightly, "It turned out to be two identical jade hairpins, which is interesting."

He lightly rubbed the hot Phoenix bracelet on his wrist with his fingers, turned around and sat down on the long wooden chair in the corridor, the wind blew the ends of his hair, as if melting him into the painting.

"What do you know?" The woman floated over quietly, her voice was a little hoarse, as if her throat had been damaged before she died.

But Jiang Yufeng just lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know anything."

This is really a fool.

At that moment, the woman's face seemed to be gloomy again, she quickly moved in front of Jiang Yufeng, and then sat beside him very naturally.

This kind of behavior obviously made some men and women find it difficult to accept each other, but there was no trace of "deep meaning" in her empty eyes.

It seemed to be something she had been used to for a long time.

This kind of behavior is naturally rare among ordinary village women, but it is quite normal to appear on some brothel women.

"You have a lot of aura." The woman said softly, "I know you are a cultivator, so I want to ask you a favor."

"There are tens of thousands of cultivators in the world, so why do they like me?" Jiang Yufeng consciously moved to the side, and slowly leaned against the pillar beside him, his posture was very lazy and relaxed.

It seems that it is difficult to arouse his interest in anything.

"Because you smell like her."

A letter came from Zeshan last night, but unfortunately the pigeon that delivers the letter is a thing that only eats and doesn't work.

The letter, which was supposed to arrive before noon, was dragged until dusk was about to fall.

Therefore, as soon as Song Bihui got the letter, he was so angry that he shook the pigeon severely twice, and immediately shook the bird.

Zeshan's food is really good, and the pigeons are raised so fat that it looks like a hen that can only jump around.

Now that the hair is plucked, it can even cook a pot of soup.

Looking at the flesh on this body, I know how this pigeon is usually treated.

When he returned to Zeshan, he would ask the disciples in the Beast Taming Pavilion to take some bird food.

Don't let them, flat-haired animals, mistakenly think that they can live for the rest of their lives.

When Song Bihui got the letter, he saw Zeshan's seal on it at a glance, and his eyes softened immediately.

This is exactly the letter written by Qiao He.

Qiao He's handwriting is just like his own character, thick and square, without a particularly sharp feeling, but there is a very obvious contrast between this font and Jiangyufeng's.

When he was in Zangshu Pavilion, he would often see the early annotations of the three senior brothers, on which Jiangyufeng's handwriting was lean and powerful, with a very special charm.

Especially in the strokes of the brush, there is obviously a sense of free and easy indifference, as if it is an elegant and free wind, but it is just right.

But Song Bihui hated Jiang Yufeng the most at that time, so whenever he got a book with his handwriting, he would throw it back.

The letter didn't say anything special, it just reminded Song Bihui to get along well with his little uncle Yaoye Xianjun, and don't want any quarrels.

Song Bihui thought to himself that this letter was delivered late, and he was already almost mad at Zhong Yaoye.

Afterwards, the letter was just a few innocuous exhortations. Qiao He seemed to have his own set of templates for greeting others. Most of the time, it was an old lady who told the children to wear more clothes when the weather was cold. Don’t be picky eaters, but eat more nutritious food Wait for such a series.

It doesn't mean that he is perfunctory, although these are some old sayings, but they are also his sincere words from the bottom of his heart, which makes it difficult for people to say anything about him for a while.

But this letter is also a little different from usual.

At the end of the letter, he mentioned Jiangyufeng, although it was only a relatively simple sentence: Your master is currently practicing in seclusion and has not left for half a month.

But it also made Song Bihui curl his lips coldly when he saw those three words, and put the letter aside.

He was about to go out to see if the cloud car had returned, but when he turned around, he almost stepped on the long tail of the black cat that fled in panic.

The black cat is the most psychic thing, why is it so panicky as if it was frightened by something during the day?

Song Bihui's face darkened and he scanned the surroundings, and then his heart moved, and he went out to the room where the jade hairpin was sealed by the Jiangyu wind.

It was still clear outside the house, but as we walked deeper, an inexplicable air-conditioning became more and more obvious, and we could even see a very unusual and sudden white mist in the air.

The entire hall seems to present a transitional ink color, which is progressive from light to dark.

Song Bihui thought it was because the hairpin wasn't sealed properly and Xie Chong came out to make trouble, but he didn't expect that when he passed by the house, the blood-stained hairpin happened to be on the stage.

The charms are complete, and they are so tight that they seem to be covered with several layers of chains, whether it is a ghost or a demon, they are all trapped in it.

Even the technique is so mature and cautious that it doesn't look like a disciple at all.

Ordinary disciples would feel physically and mentally exhausted just by painting the runes, and it would be difficult to persist.

But Jiangyu Feng is different. He made several sets in a row, from simple to complex, like nesting dolls, piled up layer by layer.

Song Bihui frowned, realizing that Jiang Yufeng hadn't made a sound for a long time.

He had just walked all the way, and had never seen that person.

Maybe it was pulled into the game by something again.

It's so strange, how can this person recruit these things every day?Song Bihui has never seen anyone who is more likely to provoke evil spirits than him.

But he himself is not the kind of physique that weighs yin and despise life. On the contrary, everything is balanced and normal.

Then there is only one possibility - there is something on Jiang Yufeng that is particularly capable of attracting evil spirits.

"You have gone on different paths between humans and ghosts. If you have revenge and revenge, what does that have to do with me." On the other side, Jiang Yufeng was still arguing with the female ghost.

But the female ghost was obviously a little impatient, and she was shaking the hem of her clothes with her hands, for fear that she would punch Jiangyufeng if she couldn't hold back.

"Naturally, it's you who brought me back, you have to be responsible!" She said bitterly.

Didn't you insist on coming back with me?Jiang Yufeng was dumbfounded at the moment, and he said it as if he was some kind of heartless person.

"Girl, don't slander me!" At that moment, he was so startled that he got up and wanted to leave, but was blocked by a cloth shoe.