How to marry a male dragon

He distributed all the paper figurines to the three men, leaving only one in the book, which was still there when he slept last night.

The book was always with him, and he was sure no one had touched it.

The strange encounters in the past few days made Ying Xiangyi suspicious. Only now did he realize that he seemed to have overlooked an important thing.

He lied to the three men that the paper figurines could prevent disasters, but he never thought about whether the paper figurines really had a special purpose.

Being able to travel here with him should not be a simple paper-cutting.

Ying Xiangyi propped his chin, thinking carefully.

I tried using scissors for a long time just now, but the cultivation situation as I imagined did not appear. Could it be that he made a mistake in the direction of his research at the beginning?

He stroked the red thread wrapped around the scissors, and reached for the book in front of him.

This book is a bit newer than the other books on the stall, and the cover is not damaged. In all fairness, the paper on the cover is flexible, thin and loose, and has a strong texture. It is not suitable for printing books, but it is very suitable for paper cutting.

The cover was dark red with no pattern. The more Ying Xiangyi looked at it, the more he felt that this piece of paper was a waste of money if it wasn't used for cutting.

Ying Xiangyi has always loved books, and he would not have extended his claws to books if he had no other paper-cut materials available.

His hands are very steady, and when the scissors go down, the lines are straight, and a standard rectangle half the size of a palm is cut out, accounting for about one-sixth of the cover.

Materials are limited, so use sparingly.

Ying Xiangyi took a deep breath and carefully cut off the scissors.

The cut is the Wudao doll, which is very common in traditional patterns. It is composed of five boys with round hair and hair, holding hands, implying to drive away evil spirits and send diseases from the five directions of east, west, north, middle.

Ying Xiangyi has cut it many times, but she has never been as nervous as she is now.After putting down the scissors, there was already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't lift his arms.

The abnormal situation on his body just confirmed his conjecture. Although he used scissors to build the foundation, his weapon might not be scissors, but something cut out.

Ying Xiangyi has a kind of self-confidence, just like the idea of ​​"successful foundation building" popped up in his mind at the beginning, this time, he should be right.

The way of cultivation is paper-cutting.

Ying Xiangyi raised the five dolls to face the high moon.The milky moonlight shone on the doll's face, indistinctly, as if there was brilliance flowing on the paper.

According to folklore, people who are sick will take Wudao dolls with them and burn them after a few days, and the disease will gradually recover.

Ying Xiangyi was not superstitious before, and what pattern to cut depends on his mood, but now looking at this doll, he feels worried.

There was a half-demon sleeping in the ruined temple behind him. He might not know what kind of ghosts would appear there. He didn't know much about the paper-cutting rumors of the evil sect, and he didn't know if the doll would have some special effects.

"If I knew it earlier, I would just cut a small animal."

Still can't throw it away, Ying Xiangyi muttered, and put the paper-cut doll in the book.

There are some old hay in the ruined temple, which has been rained for half a month and is a little damp.

Fortunately, it's summer and it's not cold. Ying Xiangyi pulled up his home clothes and lay on the side of the haystack with his clothes on.

The little girl curled up beside the pile of stone statues, holding a stone in her arms, sleeping soundly.

Ying Xiangyi expressed his incomprehension to her behavior, fearing that she would hurt him, and tried to take out the stone, but failed.

Is it possible that girls have to hug something when they sleep?

Ying Xiangyi remembered that her sister seemed to be doing the same thing.

Mrs. Ying Xiangyu likes to hug the carrots he bought as a pillow, and often says that holding carrots can dream of little rabbits, because rabbits like to eat carrots.

Ying Xiangyi tried his best to imagine the stone in A Yu's arms as a pillow, and stopped meddling in his own business.

I had a dream for two days in a row, so weird that it didn't seem like a coincidence.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see those coquettish lake-green eyes, and Ying Xiangyi inevitably thought of a question: Will he be dreaming tonight?

Paper-cutting consumed too much energy, and before he could think of an answer, he fell asleep.

The scissors that had been set aside lit up again.

This time, the light emitted from the scissors did not float to Ying Xiangyi, but got into the book that was pressed by it.

A layer of gauze-like flow spread from the ruined temple, and a dark red light faintly shone through the gaps in the books. Slowly, something slipped out of the book.

If Ying Xiangyi was awake at this time, he would be shocked, it was nothing but the five-dao doll he had just cut out.

The night wind rustled, passed through the broken door, and echoed around the ruined temple like a whimper.

Eerie, inexplicably cool.

The slight "squeak" sound accompanied by the red light soaked the haystack little by little, and the Wudao doll who "escaped" from the book was blown by the wind and slowly stood up.

A thin layer of paper stood in the dry grass like this, and was shaken back and forth by the wind, but it never fell down.

The little dolls on both sides each have a separate arm, which seems to come alive, waving up and down slightly.

They are shrouded in a layer of dark red light, at first glance, it seems that the paper figurines are made of coagulated blood.

The whimpering became louder and louder, breaking through the dilapidated temple gate, and struck suddenly.

Ying Xiangyi, who was sleeping, seemed to be aware of something, and frowned.

Wudaowawa jumped onto his chest, was pushed by some unknown force, and fell down with a "slap".

With a pain in his chest, as if he had been slapped, Ying Xiangyi opened his eyes instantly.

There was a stone bigger than his head hanging above his head. A Yu stood next to him holding the stone, his eyes closed, and dense red scales appeared on his face, which was particularly eye-catching under the moonlight.

The next second, she let go of her hand, and the stone fell down.

"boom--"

The couch was smashed, split down the middle, and tilted downward.

Chi Tiao stood aside, with a sullen expression on his face, exuding the aura of "whoever comes and who dies" all over his body.

There is a large bronze mirror in the corner, and the mirror surface is illuminated by night pearls, making it hazy.

Chi Yao's figure was reflected on it, his slender neck and chest were covered with white scales, the edges of the scales were silver, exuding a sharp light.

"My lord, do you have any orders?"

The door of the bedroom had just been changed, and the guards outside the door asked softly, not daring to interrupt rashly.

Chi Tiao stared fixedly at the mirror, with a gloomy face, and touched the top of his head.

There were small bulges on the left and right sides, and when his fingertips touched it, he frowned in pain.

That thunder strikes right here.

The wound has healed, but the pain left has not disappeared. He has had a headache for more than half a month.

The Yaozu is in a dormant state, and the feeling of pain will be greatly reduced, so he has spent most of his time sleeping recently.

When he dreamed of that man, the pain was lower than other times. He also had an uncertain discovery: the closer he was to the man, the less pain he felt.

In the dream, he can not only hide in peace, but also find fun. Chi Tiao was happily preparing to meet a man, but in today's dream... the man he regarded as fun did not appear!

The Yaozun was so angry that his scales exploded, and angrily smashed his favorite bed.

Chi Yao rolled up his collar, staring at the mirror with pale green eyes, as if looking at the unknown dreamer through the mirror: I will not let you go.

After the scales on his body faded, Chi Tiao called the guard into the bedroom: "How is the wedding dress?"

The guard fell to his knees with a "plop" and said, "Report to the lord, our people went to find Xiu Niang, but they all refused on the grounds that they have no time recently."

Chi Yu slapped his palm on the table: "What's going on?!"

With a "click", the table cracked countless seams.

The guard shivered: "We searched all over Zhaonan City, and all the embroiderers took the same job a few days ago, so we don't have time."

There is also an enchantment between the demon world and the human world. In order to maintain the balance of the six worlds, demons cannot hurt people at will, and the range of activities in the human world is also limited.

Zhaonan City is not only close to Xianzong, but also close to the Demon Realm, and little monsters generally can only enter Zhaonan City.

"Same job, who is it?"

Chi Yao gritted his teeth.

"The other party's whereabouts are secretive and deliberately covered up, so no specific identity information can be found."

After a long while without hearing the sound, the guards sneaked a look, only to see their Yaozun lord lowered his eyelids with an unpredictable expression.

The knuckles were clasped on the table, and the knocking sound was slow, like gold stones and jade shattering.

Suddenly, there was a crackling, and the table was torn apart and shattered into countless pieces.

Chi Tiao stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the wreckage of the table under his feet: "They don't have time, what does it have to do with me?"

"Prepare money and ask them if they want money or life."

The guards were dumbfounded, they held back what they wanted to say, and were about to leave after receiving their orders.

Chi Tiao suddenly stopped them: "What do the embroiderers take over the job?"

"Wedding dress."

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"This is the wedding dress, the clothes you wear when you get married."

The bright red wedding dress was spread on the haystack, the material was not of the best quality, and it was embroidered with mandarin duck patterns.

On the wedding dress was a five-dao doll the size of a palm. Although it was a light piece of paper, it had a deep outline on the wedding dress.

Ying Xiangyi and Ah Yu squatted side by side, head to head, with the same serious expressions.

Ah Yu looked at the wedding dress, then at Ying Xiangyi, with worried eyes.

"I'm fine, didn't you tell me, the stone didn't hit me, it was blocked by it." Ying Xiangyi pointed at Wudao Doll.

The dolls on the left and right sides lost their arms and turned into one-armed dolls.

Ying Xiangyi sighed for a while, and when he opened his eyes just now, he saw Ah Yu throwing a stone in his arms.I thought it was over, but the five-dao doll cut out stood in front of him and caught the stone.

The rescuer Enwa was injured.

Not only that, but the black hand behind the scenes that caused A Yu to lose control - the wedding dress was also subdued by the dolls.

Just now, this empty wedding dress became like a spirit, and swaggered into the ruined temple.

Its back is facing the door, and it is also facing away from the light. At a glance, it looks like a headless ghost.

It was the first time that Ying Xiangyi saw this kind of battle, and everyone was frightened. When he came back to his senses, the wedding dress had been suppressed by Wudao Doll on the haystack.

The cut out paper figurine is so strong, Ying Xiangyi was shocked and delighted, but also felt a little pain in his flesh. His damn guilt caused him to lose more than half of his wealth.

"Ayu, you were controlled just now, did you feel anything?"

As soon as Ah Yu remembered that he almost hurt Ying Xiangyi, he became depressed: "Brother, I'm sorry, I had a nightmare at that time, and there were many people around me, pressing my arms, asking me to wear this kind of wedding dress."

"It's ok."

Ying Xiangyi knew that she had been resisting all this time, and her scales were popping out, but she lost to that force in the end.

"Have you seen clearly what the person holding you looks like?"

Ah Yu recalled: "They were male and female, of different heights and shapes, and they all wore this kind of clothes... By the way, they didn't even wear shoes!"

Ying Xiangyi glanced at the too long hem of the wedding dress: "Do they have feet?"

A Yu hesitated: "Probably not. At that time, I was pushed to the ground and struggled twice. It seemed that I had rolled up their clothes, but I didn't see my feet."

In folklore, ghosts have no feet.

Could it be a ghost in a wedding dress?

After tossing all night, the sky was already bright, and the dawn was faint, dispelling the gloom in the ruined temple.

The traces of Wudao doll's pressing on the wedding dress slowly disappeared, and was blown aside by the wind. Before Ying Xiangyi could pick it up, the piece of paper turned into powder.

After warding off the disaster, the paper-cutting was completed and retired.

Ying Xiangyi picked up the wedding dress and checked it carefully.On the chest of the wedding dress, towards the inside, there is a circular pattern drawn with cinnabar.

Ying Xiangyi frowned and stared at the pattern, his brows tightened.

Ah Yu blinked: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"This pattern looks familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Ying Xiangyi stroked along the lines of the pattern, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt familiar. He must have seen it recently.

Unable to remember for a while, Ying Xiangyi hid the wedding dress behind the stone statue, cut a paper man on it, and pressed it tightly with stones.

He cut out the remaining four small covers and carried them with him for emergencies.

"Are you hungry, let's find something to eat first." Ying Xiangyi looked down at his dusty home clothes, "By the way, find something less eye-catching."

Ah Yu's monster features had faded away, Ying Xiangyi wiped some dust on her face and body, and took her out together.

"Why are you messing with me?"

A Yu is a monster in the water, he has never been so dirty, and his wrinkled face is a bit uncomfortable.

She had just reached Ying Xiangyi's waist, her clothes were still torn, and after wiping her face, she looked more like a beggar.

Ying Xiangyi rumpled her hair solemnly: "This way I won't attract other people's attention. Does Ah Yu want to be caught and whipped?"

The little girl remembered what happened two days ago, her head shook like a rattle, she grabbed a handful of ashes and threw them on herself, wishing she could roll around twice on the spot.

Ying Xiangyi stopped her with a funny face: "Okay, I can't recognize her anymore."

The two of them didn't dare to go in the direction of Zhaonan City, and continued to go west.When I went to the ruined temple yesterday, Ying Xiangyi had observed that there was a village not far to the west.

The two of them, one half-demon and one monk, were both in good physical condition, and they walked to the village very quickly.

The village is bigger than expected, and the houses are better than they used to live in. There are several houses that look like ancestral halls in costume dramas.

Ying Xiangyi looked around and took Ah Yu to the most luxurious house.If you want to make alms, you naturally have to choose the wealthiest family.

The village was quiet, only the sound of their footsteps.

It was almost noon, and the sun was scorching hot. Not only did it not feel hot, but it was a little cold.

Ying Xiangyi rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, feeling something was wrong: "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

A Yu shook his head with a cheerful expression: "No, it's very comfortable, I like it here!"

Ying Xiangyi: "?"

In front of him was the selected house, with black double wooden doors exuding a simple and heavy atmosphere.

Adhering to the fine tradition, all come, Ying Xiangyi no longer entangled, and brought A Yu forward.

Before knocking, the door opened.

Not right.

Ying Xiangyi silently squeezed the prepared paper-cut.

After entering the house, the gate is automatically closed.

A faint voice came from behind: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The author says:

Brother Ying: The cheats for becoming stronger are loading;

Too late: love brain loading ing;

I changed the last chapter all night, and I have to catch up on sleep today. I don’t have the energy to code the second update. The daily update is tentatively scheduled around [-] o’clock every night.

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