How to marry a male dragon

The consciousness is awake, but the body is out of control.

Ying Xiangyi watched helplessly as he jumped out from behind the tree and rushed out with the scissors in hand, his heart collapsed.

The three men stood up quickly, the man with the dagger looked at him vigilantly, and the other two controlled the little girl from left to right.

"who?!"

The invisible power suddenly disappeared, and Ying Xiangyi paused, stood still on the spot, and stared at the three of them.

After two seconds, he turned around silently.

"stop!"

Ying Xiangyi is wearing home clothes, with short hair, and his image is out of tune with this world.

The three of them were startled and suspicious, their gazes were like coals of fire, about to burn several big holes in his back.

Ying Xiangyi bit the bullet and turned around: "I accidentally lost my way and didn't intend to disturb you."

"Lost?" The man had a small scar on his temple. He frowned and looked at him, looking very aggressive, "This Luxiu Mountain is located in the north of Zhaonan, more than a hundred miles away from the city, and the surrounding area is deserted. How can you get lost here? Say, Who are you and what is your purpose here?"

The little girl whose arms were clamped had hope in her eyes, as if seeing a savior, she babbled non-stop at him.

Ying Xiangyi met her tearful eyes, and a thin voice sounded beside her ear: "Save me, please save me..."

Others ignored it, but Ying Xiangyi instantly understood that only he could hear this voice.

Thinking of the strange force controlling his body just now, Ying Xiangyi's heart sank.

This is no ordinary little girl, she is a demon, possessing the legendary power to manipulate others, he almost fell for it just now.

Seeing him staring at the little girl, the man's expression darkened: "Are you here after her?"

The person behind secretly poked and said: "Brother, this half-demon is related to the bounty of Jiubao Pavilion, but we are not the only ones looking for her, in case news spreads..."

The reward order of Jiubao Pavilion is open to the whole world, talented people flock to it, the three of them have been wandering around the Zhaonan area all year round, and it was only by accident that they found clues and caught this half-demon before others.

Not sure, this person also came for the bounty from Jiubao Pavilion.

People make money and birds die for food. When interests are opposite, they are enemies.

Only the dead do not tip off.

The man gave his two companions a wink, and the three of them drew out their sabers one after another.

"No, no, you misunderstood. I didn't come here for her. I just passed by here by chance. I'm not interested in rewards."

Seeing them approaching without saying a word, Ying Xiangyi yelled secretly.

He was still holding the scissors in his hand, and while speaking, the scissors flashed twice, brought a gust of wind, hit the knives in the hands of the three of them, and made a buzzing sound.

The three of them looked at the knife in their hands, and then at the scissors in his hand, as if they had seen a ghost.

The man in the lead had a surprised expression and was extremely horrified: "You, are you a monk?"

After being reminded by him, Ying Xiangyi remembered that he had already built the foundation, and the heart fell back into his stomach: "Ordinary monks are not worth mentioning."

Anyway, he is a monk, with spiritual power in his body, self-protection should not be a problem.

The fairy world is full of aura and is divided into fourteen states, collectively known as the fourteen states of Xianzong, which cannot be entered by ordinary people.

In order to prevent the monks from disturbing the order of the world, the governors of the fourteen states jointly set up an enchantment to separate the fairy world from the human world. Only those who hold tokens can enter and exit the two worlds.

Cultivators are not rare, but those who can come to the human world are different, most of them are high-ranking figures in Xianzong.

Not only are these people high in cultivation, but the forces behind them are also tyrannical. In short, they are not something ordinary people can offend.

Ying Xiangyi had just arrived here, and he didn't know the huge level difference between monks and mortals, nor did he think about the impact this short sentence would have on them.

The three of them became flustered visibly with the naked eye, and their attitudes immediately changed: "It turns out that it is the Xianjun from Xianzhou, who offended me just now, and I hope the Xianjun will not care about us mortals."

Ying Xiangyi: "?"

You didn't look like this just now.

Seeing the three people's fear of him, Ying Xiangyi's mind moved slightly, and he knew it.

He chewed on the title "Xianjun" for a while, and nodded slightly: "It's okay, I'm coming from Xianzhou. I have something important to do, so it's not your fault that I can't tell you my identity."

"Please, save me..."

That voice came again.

Ying Xiangyi subconsciously looked at the little girl, frowning.

Since just now, she has been secretly begging for help from herself. If there was no matter of being manipulated before, he should not hesitate to lend a helping hand.

But now... It doesn't matter if you say he is indifferent or has no sympathy, but growing up in an orphanage, a large part of the people and things that Ying Xiangyi came into contact with were not so kind.

He doesn't mind holding an umbrella for others, as long as the umbrella is not made of his own life.

"Xianjun just said that he was lost, do you want me to escort you away?"

"It's work."

Seeing him staring at the little girl, the three of them felt blessed: "She is a half-demon, is Xianjun interested?"

Money is precious, life is more expensive, not to mention that no matter how much money you have, it is not as good as getting online with the monks from Xianzong.

The fairy fate that mortals can't dream of, often only needs a word from the fairy king.

Ying Xiangyi was a little tangled, neither said yes nor no: "Nine Treasure Pavilion is looking for her?"

Too much to say, so wrong, he only asked what he had just overheard.

"That's right, Jiubao Pavilion issued a reward order, this half-demon is worth a thousand gold leaves."

Judging from the man's yearning expression, this shouldn't be a small sum.

Ying Xiangyi was speechless to himself, and his thoughtful eyes fell on the little girl.

Is this the legendary worth of hundreds of millions?

The fairy world trades with spirit stones, while the world uses gold and silver, which are equivalent to two different currencies, but the price of spirit stones is much more expensive than gold and silver.

The monks were not short of money, and the man scratched his head belatedly: "I forgot, Xianjun came from Xianzhou, so naturally he doesn't like this small amount of money."

No, of course not.

Ying told Yi Xin that if it was a dead thing, I would have traded her for gold leaf long ago.

It's a pity that this half-demon is not only a dead thing, but also a living image of a female doll, and will ask him for help.No matter how indifferent he is, he can't be a "people" trafficker with peace of mind.

One of the men walked ahead, pointing the way down the mountain.

Ying Xiangyi was thinking about what happened, and occasionally glanced at the little girl, only to find that she had already lost her strength and passed out.

Judging from how this half-demon can control his body, it shouldn't be so weak.

"Going a little further, it's the way down the mountain. This Luxiu Mountain has been deserted for a long time, and people who don't know it here can easily get lost."

Ying Xiangyi wrote down the information calmly, and then asked, "Did you get hurt when you caught this half-demon?"

The leading man shook his head: "No, she only has half the blood of a demon, not to mention her low demon power, and she hasn't learned how to use her power yet."

How did he control his body?

Ying Xiangyi made a list in his mind and compared his situation with the plots of the cultivation novels he had read in the past.

Thanks to his youth and frivolity, he was also addicted to it when he was in college, staying up all night.As I grew up step by step over the years and gradually approached the threshold of 30 years old, my mood slowly settled down.

"Xianjun, Xianjun?"

Ying Xiangyi came back to his senses: "Huh? What's wrong?"

The shortest man smiled: "It's nothing, I just think Xianjun's hair and clothes are very special."

Ying Xiangyi: "..."

His modern attire naturally looks abrupt in this world.

Xiang Yiyan should be concise and to the point: "This is the trend recently."

"Is this the most popular attire in Xianzhou?" The man was so excited that he showed his two thumbs up to his other companions, "Xianjun is really... really pretty!"

The other two hurriedly agreed: "Looks good!"

Ying Xiangyi: "..."

"Xianjun lost his way in Luxiu Mountain, but he is not familiar with the Zhaonan area? The three of us grew up here, and we are all well-known everywhere. It happens that nothing will happen next. If you don't mind, we can guide you."

Traveling to this world suddenly, the place of life is unfamiliar, so it is good to have someone lead the way.It's just that the three people in front of them regarded him as a fairy king from Xianzhou, and if they continued to stay together, they might reveal their secrets.

Ying Xiangyi wasn't sure what level his cultivation was in this world, so he didn't rush to agree: "Let's talk."

On the way down the mountain, the little girl woke up once, groaned twice in a daze, and still stared at Ying Xiangyi eagerly.

The scales on her face have faded a little, and the marks have become lighter. If you don't look carefully, it is no different from ordinary people.

Perhaps because of being manipulated before, when Ying Xiang Yi looked at her, the face in his memory became clearer, which aroused a little pity in his heart.

Ying Xiangyi has a younger sister who suffers from a congenital genetic disease and has been weak since she was a child. She has to rely on drugs and machines to maintain her life all year round.

After their parents died unexpectedly, the two were sent to an orphanage. At that time, someone wanted to adopt Ying Xiangyi, but he refused.

The adopter only wanted to adopt a child. The younger sister was not in good health, so he was worried about leaving her in the orphanage.

The two depend on each other for life, and Ying Xiangyi wants to grow up quickly every day, earn a lot of money, and take care of his sister for medical treatment.

It's a pity that my sister stayed in my childhood forever, and didn't wait for him to grow up.

The half-demon girl in front of her was about the same height as her younger sister in memory, as thin, and as distressing.

If you just watched her being cut out of the demon bead and dying in front of him, what is the difference between being an accomplice?

Ying Xiangyi sighed for his compassion: "Can you give her to me?"

Jiubao Pavilion issued a reward order, there must be many people looking for her whereabouts, Ying Xiangyi knew that if he could save the little girl once, he might not be able to save her every time.

But when he thought of his sister who hadn't been saved in time, he couldn't stand by.

If death is not the end, would the departure of the younger sister also be a different kind of time travel?

As soon as this thought came up, Ying Xiangyi felt a sense of responsibility as an elder brother.

When the little girl heard his words, she struggled frantically and wanted to lean towards him.

The three men looked at each other in blank dismay, and quickly realized: "The fairy has already spoken, how could we refuse."

The little girl was carried in front of Ying Xiangyi, but the man didn't let go of his hand for a long time, and secretly reminded: "We chased her for a long time before we caught her, what is Xianjun going to do with her?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Ying Xiangyi thought for a while, and took out a few paper figurines from his arms, "This is a talisman I made, and it can be used to ward off disasters, and it can be exchanged for her, okay?"

All his possessions are books, scissors, and paper dolls. He travels only after getting the books, so obviously he can't hand them over.Although he really doesn't want to admit it, the scissors are most likely his natal magic weapon, and the only one he can use to deceive people is the paper figurine.

There are indeed magic weapons that can prevent disasters, most of which are expensive and rare in the world.

The three of them didn't doubt that there was him, but they felt that they had been hit by a huge pie, and they immediately burst into smiles: "Thank you, Xianjun."

Out of a subtle sense of guilt, Ying Xiangyi only kept one and gave them the rest of the paper figurines: "It's the fee for you to guide me."

Anyway, they were just paper figurines, and he could cut out a bunch of them casually.

The three were so moved that they insisted on sending him off, but Ying Xiangyi had no choice but to agree.

Luxiu Mountain is more than a hundred miles away from Zhaonan City, and it would take about two days to walk on foot. It was getting late, and the three of them brought Ying Xiangyi to a nearby village, intending to rest overnight.

The village is not big, and most of the scattered houses are empty. The owner of the house has passed away, and several people found a relatively spacious room to borrow.

The scales on the little girl's body have almost faded, her energy and spirit have also recovered, and her little face is rosy while sleeping.

Ying Xiangyi looked for the shadow of his younger sister on her body, looked at her nostalgicly for a long time, and then left the room.

The yard is quiet, the rain has stopped for several days, the ground is slightly muddy, and it is soft when you step on it.

Ying Xiangyi sat on a small wooden stool, flipping through books by moonlight.

Flipping from the first page to the last page, back and forth three times, Ying Xiangyi was extremely sure that this book was full of pictures, not a single word.

In summer evenings, when he was idle and bored, he would set up a stall in the square to sell paper-cuts.

The price is not expensive, and it will be delivered, not for making money, just to pass the time.

When setting up a stall last night, an old man in ragged clothes came by, carrying a load of books.

The book is very worn out, and although the price is low, it has not been sold even after being placed there all night.

The beggars in the square earn a lot of money overnight, but no one cares about the elderly.

Ying Xiangyi discussed with the old man and sold paper-cuts with books.

He has been paper-cutting for some years, and his skills are very good. Many people bought it, and it was sold out in a short time.

Ying Xiangyi gave all the money he earned to the old man. The old man was very grateful and gave him this book.

The old man swears that it is full of paper-cut patterns, which suits him very well.

The book is really good, Ying Xiangyi was addicted to paper-cutting, fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, and ended up time-traveling after waking up.

Ying Xiangyi thought of the house that had just been renovated and the new store that was about to open, and felt a pang of grief in his heart.

Now those are gone.

Adults are extremely resilient, Ying Xiangyi covered the book on his face, was depressed for a while, and quickly recovered his mood.

The scissors and paper figurines were also inspected, and there were no abnormalities.

This pair of scissors has been with Ying Xiangyi for many years. The whole is silver, and the handle is wrapped with a thin red thread to prevent abrasion.

Ying Xiangyi tried to talk to it, but the scissors didn't respond at all, as if everything that happened before was his illusion.

There is a shallow water tank in the yard, which is filled with rainwater, and the green duckweed is almost overflowing.

Ying Xiangyi thought of the dream he had before, those coquettish lake green eyes, and that sticky, moist kiss.

The tip of his tongue ached, and he wiped his face uncomfortably.

This kind of kiss is too much, Ying Xiangyi has lived for 27 years and has never had one.

What's terrible is that the object of the kiss is still a man.

Fortunately it was a dream.

Ying Xiangyi has lived straight for 27 years, not daring to delve into what this absurd dream implies.

The room was filled with the musty smell after the rain, Ying Xiangyi was used to suffering, so he didn't mind much.

The day was so exhausting that he fell asleep soon after lying down.

Most of the window paper was torn, and moonlight leaked in through the hole, casting a shadow on the head of the bed.

The scissors next to the pillow lighted up without warning, and the strange light reflected on Ying Xiangyi's face, revealing a peaceful sleeping face.

Ying Xiangyi was immersed in a dream.

The damp, musty smell faded, replaced by a herbaceous aroma.

There was a subtle itching on his face, he should subconsciously push back to Yixia, but he was grabbed by his hand.

The itching was transferred to the hands, from the fingertips to the bases of the fingers, without letting go of an inch, and finally wrapped around the fingertips.

There is an ambiguous sense of humidity in the warmth, hot and humid.

Immediately afterwards, a slight tingling was imprinted on the fingertips.

Ying Xiangyi suddenly opened his eyes, and was facing a pair of evil eyes with a smile.

Familiar lake green eyes, flirtatious and seductive.

Different faces, same eyes.

The man sucked his fingertips again, hooked the tip of his tongue frivolously, and drew a circle on the teeth marks: "You're awake."

"You look at me so passionately, as if you want to eat me."

Ying Xiangyi: "..."

Ying Xiangyi: "?"

Where did the coquettish man come from?

Do you really think that if you change your face, I won't recognize you? !

The author says:

Brother Ying is angry: This pervert bites, bites my hand!

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