MTL - The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful-Chapter 28 Wang and Wang Wei

Xu Xingzhi’s words are not to be said.

Only two steps were escaped, and he was forced to stand up again and slowly step back a few steps.

The man who was lying on the side of the throne was standing in front of him. His hair was like a waterfall. He still had a glass of wine in his hand. The first line of liquor fell from his mouth. He was handcuffed and left on the back of the plain hand. A star wine stain.

He smiled and asked: "Where are you going?"

Xu Xingzhi instinctively looked behind him, but he saw the man on the throne still screaming at him.

He looked back again, but his neck was caught by one hand.

After the feet were off the ground, Xu Xingzhi felt that breathing was difficult. When he just wanted to move the dagger on his hand, he felt a light hand.

"Good decapitation." The man easily licked the dagger that he had taken in his hand. "The blade is thin and thin, and it is a good thing to remove the ghost."

Xu Xingzhi struggled to push the man's hand, but the arm was like steel, not moving.

Tao Xian rushed up and wanted to beat him, but the man even disdained the play of the pottery, and with the sleeves, the pottery was blown up by a hurricane, hitting a man, and when he rolled it down, he was already unconscious. personnel.

The man throws the dagger backhand, and the dagger makes a sharp whistle in the air and plunges into the shoulder of the other person.

Inside, the screams of strange and hoarse voices screamed in the empty hall.

"These are people who have made me unhappy." The man obviously didn't want Xu Xingzhi to die immediately. He dumped the weak Xu Xingzhi on the ground, sticking to his squeaky ears. "Now their souls are locked in this clay pottery. No matter they are willing, they have to be with me every day." See you. If you don't want to call your friend to be my person, you have to listen to me."

Xu Xingzhi coughed out a **** mouth, and he was convinced that this person was the ghost of the tiger's flea and the ghost king who ruled the thousands of sinister soldiers: "...I listen to you, can you let him leave the tiger flea? ?"

The ghost king thought carefully: "I will kill him directly and let him suffer less."

Xu Xingzhi said: "You are really kind."

The ghost king heard the irony in Xu Xingzhi’s words, smiled and did not want to answer.

Xu Xingzhi coughed a few times, and his limbs gradually gained strength.

He got up and climbed up: "...you have to promise, and I will deal with him after I die."

Ghost King was interested and asked: "Oh? Why?"

"I have a promise with him, he will not die before me." Xu Xingzhi, "Do you not appreciate my ‘heart of benevolence and righteousness'? Then it will be a little complete, is it good?”

"You and him...?" The look of the ghost king looks a little strange. "What is your relationship with him?"

Xu Xingzhi touched the throat of the purple seal, and calculated a relatively accurate number: "I have known him for a total of ten days, and it is an acquaintance."

The ghost king does not believe, and laughs out loud.

One of Xu Xing looked at him instantaneously.

Seeing his appearance, the ghost king gradually put away a smile: "...you want to save him?"

Xu Xingzhi used only one hand left to support the body: "How to save? I can't even save myself."

Ghost King: "Someone is jealous of my twenty-seven battles, wanting to save you. You want to drag the time, wait until they come?"

Xu Xingzhi wiped out the blood from the lips, and rubbed his hands in the shackles of the ghost king's costume: "I am afraid I can't wait, but he may wait."

Since entering the wild, Xu Xingzhi always felt that his life was hanging on the line. Now the sword hanging over his head has fallen. If he does not take the opportunity to make his mouth happy and happy, he will not be able to say anything after his death. Worry.

"There are twenty-seven fans in the tiger fleas. No one can break through the wild. Only one person has entered the deepest, and now is still in the illusion of the thirteenth pass." The ghost king looked like a novelty toy. Xu Xingzhi, "...your companion is dead."

Xu Xingzhi casually answered: "Oh, that is very powerful."

Ghost King: "..."

Silence for a long while, the ghost king waved a punch and turned Xu Xingzhi to the ground without warning.

This fist is really good, and Xu Xingzhi has been unable to see anything for a long time.

When he was able to see things again, he was dragged into an inner room and **** on a bed. His hands and feet did not know what was poisonous. He was already paralyzed and unable to move.

...... Since the beginning of the wilderness, Xu Xingzhi has been unable to relax at all times, not tied or be detained. Even on the way to the tiger flea in the past ten days, Meng Zhongguang must tie him with a silver chain. Only be willing to fall asleep.

So at this moment, despite being **** like a dead pig, Xu Xingzhi can maintain emotional stability.

The ghost king looked down on Xu Xingzhi from top to bottom.

There is no expression on his face, saying: "...no one can talk to me except him."

The mood of this person's moodiness is exposed in several photos, but Xu Xingzhi is still doing his own thing. He used his tongue to top the wound in his mouth and was hit by a tooth, and he was confused. "You are so pitiful."

"You are very interesting." The ghost king once again revealed the evil smile of the poisonous snake. "Do more words. After washing the soul, if you want to say these yin and yang, then there is no chance."

... wash the soul.

Xu Xingzhi’s reading taste has always been noisy. I don’t remember that I’ve been reading about this mystery from the blame books of the horns, but he at least clearly remembers that “washing the soul” is commonly used by ghosts and magicians. The technique.

This technique is to put an incomplete remnant soul into a body full of a coffin, and then use the technique to motivate the memory of the remnant soul to gradually penetrate into the complete soul. Soon, the remnant will Produce branches and vines, entangled with complete memories, complement themselves, and wash away the memories of the original soul.

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In short, the Ghost King sets the level and carefully selects it. He wants to use a heart and soulwashing to resurrect a person.

Not waiting for Xu Xingzhi to rebel, Ghost King couldn't wait to pick up a hemp handkerchief that had been smeared from the left chest and spread it out.

A dried flower in the center of the handkerchief flew up and floated on the chest of Xu Xingzhi.

Lying in the handkerchief is a small lock-up jade pot, and a number of dried Lohan flower petals.

Ghost Wang cherished the lid of the jade chain, and protected it with the palm of his hand, and poured the faint soul of only one line into the forehead of Xu Xingzhi.

At the moment when the remnant soul entered the body, Xu Xingzhi’s forehead was worn like a giant axe. He stood up and gave a scream of tears.

Heavy light and shadow flew past his eyes, and many vague details were made clear in the time of the scouring, and Xu Xingzhi finally ushered in a colorful story after groping the beginning of the confusing.

Next, Xu Xingzhi made a long dream.

The dream told him at the beginning that in this dream, he was called Ye Buyi, and another person in the dream, called Nan Xiu.

Ye Buyi met the Southern raccoon when she carried a corpse 13 years ago.

The southern raccoon tweeted his cockroaches on the sloping cliffs of the Luohan flower. Even when he bowed his head, he saw the little priest who had a deep foot and a shallow foot carrying a corpse.

Ye Buyi's eyes cried red, like a little peach that was tender and tender. He was not afraid of broken eyes and was still wiping with his sleeves.

Nan Kui stared at him for a long time.

Ye Buyi did not notice him. When he was tired, he placed the body flat on the ground and gasped for a while before he re-opened the body and prepared to continue on his way.

Nanlu suddenly screamed to remind him: "There is a tiger flea in front, do you still have to go forward?"

Ye Buyi suddenly heard the human voice, was shocked, raised his eyes to see him, the peach eyes bulging, it looked like some kind of small animal.

With the big scorpion and the small eyes of the scorpion for a while, Ye Buyi responded to the wilderness.

He slammed his sword out of his body: "You, don't come over."

The southern raccoon jumped out of the cliff, and the leaf was scared to close his eyes, but when he opened his eyes again, the Nan raccoon disappeared.

In the midst of Nahan, Ye Buyi was scared by the sound coming from behind and couldn’t hold the sword.

Nanbei took a hand and looked at the body behind him: "Who is this for you?"

Ye Buyi quickly stepped back a few steps, sticking to the cliff root, nervously holding the hilt and replied: "...I don't know."

Nan Kui curious: "I don't know, what are you doing with him?"

Ye Buyi whispered: "The same person, the helper is a gentleman should do something. ... This is what Xu brother taught us."

Nan Kui laughed: "Have you brother Xu taught you, when you talk to people, you have to look at other people's eyes, is it a gentleman?"

Ye Buyi felt that there was some truth. He wanted to see Nan Kuai, but he was forced to turn his eyes again by his handsome and beautiful face: "...you, you are a wild man?"

Nan Kui carefully looked at his dodging eyes and kept silent.

Seeing that Nan Kui only stared at himself, the face of Ye Buyi was a little hot: "I am leaving."

The Nanzi stunned his wrist: "Where are you going alone?"

Ye Bu is very nervous, said: "You will let me go. I have heard in the world, there are ghost kings in the wild tiger fleas, he lived here for hundreds of thousands of years, how can I beat him. ”

Nan Zhu asked: "Where are you carrying a corpse, where are you going?"

"Go to the lush waters of the grass." Ye Buyi said innocently, "I want to bury this good friend."

"Then you are afraid to be busy to die."

Nan Kui sneered: "These days are very strange. Many of the monks have been thrown into the wild. They have died six or seven monks in the past."

Ye Buyi’s eyes widened: “Really?...who will their bones come to collect?”

Nan Kuai: "The habit of not being buried in the wild."

Ye Buyi: "...why?"

Nan Kui did not know why he would patiently explain to Ye Buyi: "There are always some ghosts and demons who are low in the competition for food. These dead bodies are their big meals. You buried people. They have to work hard to figure out, you are not giving trouble to others."

Ye Buyi nervously said: "What should the Taoist friend do? I can't leave him alone."

Nanlu thought for a moment and said, "I know that there is a freshwater lake in the tiger's flea, surrounded by landscapes and trees, and the scenery is pleasant. If you believe me, follow me."

"There are ghost kings in the tiger flea..."

"I am an acquaintance with the ghost king." Nan said, "If I say something good for you, he will certainly promise you."

"Cheat." Ye Buyi's black lacquered eyes turned, "...you deceive, you are the ghost king."

This time I changed the South raccoon: "How do you know..."

When he spoke, Ye Fu was shocked, and he ran off his body and ran.

The South raccoon would like to know, a flash, let the bunny like the rabbit to escape the sturdy sturdy slammed on himself, almost fell ass.

He raised his mouth slightly: "...the little priest, you dare to swindle me."

The sword in the hand of Ye Buyi shakes like a candle in the wind, and the eyes are filled with tears: "Don't come over, you..."

Nan Xi ridiculed him: "No one has taught you to take a sword?"

Ye Bu Yi said: "I am a foreign disciple, poor talent..."

Nan Kui forcibly laughed: "What can you do in your fairy mountains?"

Ye Buyi took a cry: "...sweeping."

Nan Kuai Le came out.

He simply no longer concealed his identity, and opened the conditions with great brilliance: "I will give you a place to live, and let this strange friend be safely buried. But you must go with me."

Ye Buyi instinct refused: "No."

Nanbei asked: "Where can you go? Go to the friends who have died in the land? Or are you ridiculously deceased, tossing to death? Into the wild, you can get a shelter, I see You will take care of you with my eyes, you don’t know how to lift them up."

It’s reasonable to think about Ye Buyi: “...but, beforehand, you can’t force me to kill my friends...”

Before he came in, he heard that the wild people were brutal and abnormal. These exiled prisoners were trapped in the door and sanctioned. The same door was blamed for a long time. Once the disciples who made a big mistake were put into it, they will definitely be played by them. Enough enough to kill.

He was very afraid that Nan Kui would bring him back.

Nan raccoon: "...you can rest assured that you have three feet of swordsmanship, only the ones killed by them."

Ye Buyi thought again and thought that this is also very reasonable: "Well!"

Nan Kui looked at his sullen look and he was just fine: "... silly priest."

Ye Buyi asked again: "...but what can I do for you?"

Nan Yu took a picture of his head: "Sweep."

Nan Kui turned the sloppy leaves and returned to the tiger fleas, and accompanied him to bury the strange friend in the beautiful scenery of the lake.

At night, Ye Buyi had a night of cleaning in the Southern Beaver Room, and also cried for a whole night, and cried two eyes into a small peach.

... The flower path has never been swept away, and Pengmen is now open to the king.

After eating a big and boring leaf, the dress was reluctant to take care of the South raccoon and shivered in the quilt.

Nan Yu touched his wet hair: "Hey."

"You lied." Ye Buyi cried, "It turns out that you brought me back because you want, you want..."

Ye Buyi couldn't find a suitable word to describe the scene at the moment, and he was so angry that he said: "...you have to be retribution."

The southern raccoon laughed at the bedside and couldn’t help himself.

Ye Buyi buried the flushed face in the quilt and said, "The liar."

The southern raccoon was on his back, licking the chin of the leaf and letting him look at himself: "I will not lie to you in the future, I will treat you well, is it good?"

Ye Buyi does not believe: "That hook."

Nan Zhu asked: "What is the hook?"

Ye Buyi taught him by hand, so soon, the little fingers and little fingers of the two men hooked together, and after the entanglement, the thumbs overlapped each other and covered the seal.

Ye Buyi first blushes for such awkward movements, and wants to pull her hand back, but the South raccoon does not hold his hand.

Nan Zhu asked: "Come back?"

Ye Buyi jumped out of bed and ran away, and was again hugged back by Nan Yu.

... Ye Bu Yi slammed down in the tiger.

He is only responsible for cleaning the room of the ghost king Nan thief. It is only a few days to clean up.

Nan Bei is very good to him, and he knows a lot from him.

Ye Bianyi is the nephew of a big merchant. He was weak from a young age. His father listened to the words of a tourist priest and thought that the monasticism could save his life. So his father was not far away, carrying heavy gold and sending leaves to his clothes. Into one of the four famous temples in the world, Ying Tianchuan.

I can fix the leaves in Yingtianchuan from the age of five to the age of seventeen. What kind of Famen did not learn, and the body was strong because of cleaning every day.

The ghosts in the tiger fleas know that the little priest who wore the blue robes and the gilded cloud shoulders brought back by the ghost king is awkward, and he is more loyal to the leaves, and the personality is more than a bit. In private, Call him Wang Hao.

Every time I heard someone call it like this, the face of Ye Buyi was red and red, and the legs ran away, and it was so fast.

He occasionally visits the lifelong friend. When he comes back, he will carefully take a bunch of flowers picked from the lake to the South Beaver: "Give it to you."

South Beaver took it: "Why?"

"Because..." The little priest blushes, "because I think it is appropriate to be in our home."

Nan Kui smiled and said nothing, he took him into his arms and kissed his forehead.

Then the little priest's face was red again, but he only ran away and went to the hospital to take a deep breath.

The Southern raccoon sometimes takes the priests to the clear lake to drown.

South raccoon loves to drop some small pieces of baby into the lake, and then ask Ye Buyi to jump into the water to find.

Ye Buyi will not swim, but the lake is not deep, he also squats down, sighing at the bottom of the lake.

This kind of boring game doesn't have any special meaning. If you have to explain some reasons, it is because Nanzu loves to look at Ye Buyi's appearance in order to find his things.

Whenever I find something that the South Beaver has thrown, the leaf will be proudly cocked to the shore with a small tail and show off in a wet manner: "Southern Beaver, you see!"

At this time, the Southern raccoon will hold down the wet-leaf leaves, and use the sky as the cover, rudely and brutally want him, and make his small tail lifted back.

Winter is coming to spring, cold to summer, and unconsciously, Ye Buyi has spent three years in the tiger flea.

One day, he took the clothes of the Nan raccoon he had hand-washed, and went to the courtyard with a rare good weather to prepare for drying, but he heard a dialogue with a pair of ghosts.

They mentioned "Wang Yu" in the speech.

Ye Buyi first thought that they were talking about themselves. They were going to run away shyly, and they heard one of the ghosts sighing and sighing: "If Wang Hao and Wang Hao’s belly are still alive..."

Another response: "Also, if they are still there, the king will not give up on himself, and he will be mixed with a man in one day."

The leaves were smothered and left with wet clothes.

He licked his mouth, for fear that he would vent a star and a half, and disturbed the two ghost slaves.

Has South Beaver had a wife before? Why have you never heard him talk about it?

After the leaves were filled with clothes and left somewhere else, they were very upset and didn't want to go back to the room. They simply began to wander around aimlessly and comforted.

Ye Buyi stood in the footsteps as he passed by a rich stone palace.

Nanlu once gave orders to him on the bed and jokingly, and he could go anywhere in the tiger's fleas. Only the stone palace in the east could not enter.

At that time, Ye Buyi curiously asked: "What will happen if I go in?"

Nan Xi smiled: "Then I dug your eyes."

In that kind of ambiguous atmosphere, Ye Buyi was only when he was joking, but now he is squatting at the palace in front of him, and his heart is screaming coolly.

He carefully pushed the dusty palace away.

After an hour, he walked out of the temple with pale face.

The temple is full of Dangdang, and the total number of the forests is the object of the wife of Nanzui.

She is a woman, a woman who can give birth to a baby in her belly.

...and he is a man.

She is a woman with a young green sorcerer, a ghost.

...and he is a person.

She is very funny. Through the mural that fills a wall and painted her smile, Ye Buyi feels that she can hear her crisp laughter.

...and he loves crying so much.

Her biography shows that she is a woman who is comparable to the South raccoon at the spiritual level.

...and he was a waste that had been repaired for twelve years without any doorway.

The only thing that Ye Buyi can compare with that woman is his eyes.

The outlines of the eyes of the two people are strikingly similar, so that when the leaf-dressing is facing the huge mural, it only feels like being looked at by the mirror itself, and it is cold and cold.

After returning to the house, Ye Buyi stunned for a long time.

He inexplicably thought of the game that Nanhu always took him to play and threw things into the lake.

Nan Kui lost a very important and important person this time, Ye Buyi wanted to find him back.

No one taught the silly little priest how to like a person, so he began to learn everything about the dead woman.

He learned that the woman was dyed in indigo by the flower juice.

In order to learn the needle embroidery, he tied his hands with a lot of holes.

He learned to smile without a tooth, and it looked atmospheric and tolerant.

The change in leaf dressing is so obvious that it is impossible for Nanshi to see it.

But after discovering this, Nanzi chilled the leaves, and often told him to go to his room. He rarely used to tease him as he used to.

Ye Buyi became more and more panicked. He didn't know what he was doing wrong, so he practiced needlework more diligently, trying to find a variety of plants that could weave soft fabrics.

One day, when Nanxu came to see him, he said two sentences. He frowned. "Why are you back?"

Ye Buyi panicked: "No, no, nothing."

The South Beaver no longer took his temper, took his hand out and looked at it, and his face sank.

The palm of the palm of the hand was swollen, the bruises of the poisonous plants were red and swollen, and the new ones were old and horrible at first glance.

Ye Buyi was too scared to look at the South Beaver: "I...I..."

After a short while, he heard the Southern Beaver with a disgusting evaluation: "It's disgusting."

Ye Buyi thought that he had got it wrong, turned his eyes and stared at the South Beaver.

Nan Kui got up very badly: "I am gone."

After the South Beavers left, the leaves were not guarded by the soul, and they touched the backyard, smashing their hands with the scent of saponins, trying to smash those red and swollen traces from his hands.

The saponin in the wild is refined with animal oils and vegetable oils. It is rough and abnormal. Under the intense friction for half an hour, the leaves are sore and painful.

He washed his hands and hurt his tears.

...but he was self-defeating and washed his hands more red and swollen.

Ye Buyi returned to the room with frustration, and made a few rounds back and forth. After making a great determination, he took out the hemp handkerchief that he had intended to give to Nanzi today, and ran to the palace of Nanbei.

...he wants to talk about it, he doesn't want Nanzi to hate him.

However, when I was near the palace, Ye Buyi clearly heard the wrestling sound coming from inside, and the southern civet was close to the comfort of the Dongfeng.

Ye did not have the courage to get in, and he had to leave after two laps.

But as he turned around, he clearly heard the voice of the South Beaver in the temple: "...Do you know? He actually wants to become Yunhua."

... "Yunhua" is the name of the Southern Beaver.

The leaf-filled ghosts put the gods on the door and listened to them.

I wish Dongfeng said: "The parrot is a tongue, and the East is effective. He is not worthy."

Nan Kui is very annoyed: "Who is not good with him? Why do you want to stick to Yunhua? Do he think that I will like this? Is he a woman? I hate the man who is so arrogant to learn a woman!"

When the leaves were filled with clothes, they found that they had lost their strength, and half of the sound could not be heard.

... He tried hard to become the person that Nan Kui really loved, and wanted to make South Beast a little happy, but Nan Kui made such a comment for him.

It’s disgusting, disgusting.

The South raccoon had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief, and he heard the sound of the screaming anger of the South singer: "To put it bluntly, he and Yunhua have only one pair of eyes, and the rest is a world of difference. If he does not have that Double eyes, let him die in the wild, I will not take care of him!"

Nan Kuai was really anxious.

When he discovered that Ye Buyi began to learn the behaviors of his deceased wife, he knew that Ye Buyi must enter the palace that he did not allow him to enter.

Nan Kui hates being rebellious against him, not to mention that this time is the most acquainted with him.

But he did not want to admit that he was very scared when he learned about it.

It’s funny to say that the ghost king would be afraid of a lame little priest.

Yunhua is Yunhua, and Ye Buyi is Ye Buyi. He does not like Ye Buyi to become any one, but he does not want him to become Yunhua.

Driven by such emotions, he even speculated in a dark manner. Does Ye Buyi want to rely on imitation to swear by himself, suggesting that he already knows his secret?

Is he waiting for himself to explain to him?

Is he joke in the dark and his anxious appearance?

Does he think that he is really important to himself?

Nan Lui was extremely disgusted with this feeling of being threatened. However, after he had made a temper and a bad word on Ye Buyi, his mood not only did not turn fine, but it was even worse.

... He looked at the leaf to make up the clothes, it was because of those eyes.

But who would have been in the same shape for three years because of a pair of similar eyes?

After the southern raccoon swallowed a cup of bitter wine, he slammed the silver wine glass to the ground.

He was filled with troubles, and he didn't even notice that there was a little spiritual priest who stood at the door for a long time.

I still wish Dongfeng noticed the thin and short figure in the gap.

He was surprised: "... Wang Hao?"

South raccoon looked up.

The little priest at the door stepped back two steps and turned and ran.

I didn't have time to think about how much he had heard. The raccoon's face changed a lot, and the sleeves were swung, and the power could not be controlled for a while. The leaves were not able to be swept down by the wind, and fell heavily on the ground, even when a blood spit out.

Nan Kui stood up and the wine glass in his hand could not be held. He fell to the ground with a bang.

He even whispered in a panic: "...Yebu?"

Nan Kui loves to lie to the leaves.

When he sometimes deliberately made a bad, he lied to say that he had thrown something into the lake, but in fact the thing was pinched in his palm, watching Ye Buyi squatting on his little **** and doing his best to be busy with himself, he I feel very interesting.

Ye Buyi also complained that Nan Kui lied to him, complained many times, and every time he seemed to suffer from the grievances of Tian Da, crying at him.

However, this time, there is no trace of sadness and grievance in the tone of Ye Buyi.

Or because, this time, he really said this sentence seriously.

"...Natural raccoon, you are really a liar." Ye Buyi wiped her lips and slowly climbed from the ground, muttering. "...you have lied to me all these years."

The author has something to say: the overbearing king falls in love with the story of the cup of the cute little Taoist.