MTL - The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful-Chapter 37 Oni mask secret

Zhou Beinan fainted for six days, but Lu Yu Jiuyi did not understand, and he did not pay attention to the eyelashes.

Only the ghost owner who can meet the ghost slaves, Yuan Ruyi can not treat Zhou Beinan, so all the injuries in Zhoubeinan are taken care of by Lu Yujiu.

Although Xu Xingzhi was there, he could not share anything for Lu Yujiu.

On the sixth day, Xu Xingzhi woke up to visit Zhou Beinan early in the morning. He happened to see Lu Yujiu take off the mask of the ghosts worn on his face all the year round. He couldn’t keep his eyes open and his shoulders twitched.

Xu Xingzhi was on his body and found a handkerchief that was taken by Yuan Ruzhen yesterday. He folded a stack and walked toward him.

Hearing the footsteps, Lu Yuji hurriedly picked up the half-mask to cover his face before he turned his head.

He had to swallow a few times before he swallowed the cry: "...Xu brother."

Xu Xingzhi said: "Don't cry, hurt your eyes."

"I didn't cry." Lu Yujiu even tried to squeeze out a smile in order to show this.

Xu Xingzhi walked to the side and handed the handkerchief to him: "Good, no crying."

He sat down on the side of Lu Yujiu, sitting as usual, his left leg was in front of him, his right leg was set up, his right elbow was pressed against his right knee, and he looked at the sleepy Zhoubeinan. I don't know what to think.

Lu Yujiu just wanted to straighten up, Xu Xingzhi held his head a bit arbitrarily, and put the mask on his shoulder with his head. He also deliberately dwarf a little body, so as to cater to the height of Lu Yujiu.

Lu Yujiu was a bit embarrassed, and he was stunned in the arms of Xu Xing. The voice still had a thick nasal voice: "...Xu Shixiong?"

Xu Xingzhi lightly coughed, gently touched his thick hair with his wooden hand, and put it in his ear and said: "...no one can hear. They are all asleep, crying when they want to cry, Xu brother does not laugh at you. ”

Lu Yu had a meal, and he grabbed the front of Xu Xingzhi, and he endured for a long time, only to make a long, sore tear in the bones.

When 啷 ——

Lu Yujiu had not had time to wear the face of Dai Zheng from his face and fell to the ground.

Xu Xingzhi was crying by him. I don’t know how long it took, and the sobbing of the people in the arms gradually stopped.

Xu Xingzhi peeled off the glazed paper hidden in the palm of his right hand from the beginning, took a thing out from it, and stuffed it into Lu Yujiu’s mouth.

Lu Yujiu for a while, what is the taste in his mouth: "... Sugar?"

Xu Xingzhi said: "... um."

A few days after the death of the South Beaver, his ghost slaves were also disbanded, and the tiger flea became an empty valley of the dead. In order to find the key pieces to open the door of the wild, Zhou Wang and others searched the tiger fleas up and down, and did not find where the key fragments are.

In the end, Xu Xingzhi discovered the key pieces that were set with stone pendants and made ornaments in the lock-up jade pot with leaves.

Xu Xingzhi read the memories of Ye Buyi.

At that time, the reason why Nanzu deceived Ye to make up his clothes was that there was a place in the tiger flea that could bury his strange friends.

Xu Xingzhi felt strange at the time: very barren and barren, there was almost no place where the plants were rich, and the nectar was bitter. What is the so-called Feng Shui treasure?

After the death of the South Beaver, he also deliberately went to the lake near the tiger fleas and found that there was a forest sorrow, the rabbit was walking, the lake was dry, the pool was cracked, and the whole lake seemed to be taken away. Life is like a sorrow.

However, he specially tasted a few wildflowers in the vicinity and found that there was still some sweetness. This at least proves that it used to be abundance here.

While recollecting the memory of the leaf-filling clothes, Xu Xingzhi noticed that the two people in the South Leaf often played games in the lake to pick and drop items. Once, the little priest Ye Buyi picked up a strange glowing shard from the lake. Nan snail did not take it for granted. He made it into a treasure chain and gave it to the leaf.

Ye Buyi liked the necklace very much, and wore it on the day until he and the southern fox split his way, and he removed the chain.

After the leaves were repaired, Nanlu put the necklace into a jade pot with a leaf-filled soul and a companionship.

The key fragment is a spiritual thing, perhaps because it fell into the lake that year, only to raise the water and soil of such a paradise; when the debris is separated, it will return to the evil soil.

This speculation is relatively reasonable, but Xu Xingzhi faintly feels that somewhere is somewhat unreasonable, just can't say where this feeling comes from.

I can't figure it out for a while, and Xu Xingzhi doesn't continue to drill the horns, right and remember this inexplicable suspicion.

Before leaving the tiger to flea, the lake was picked up by dozens of dying flowers in the vicinity, dried nectar, and made four nectar.

One naturally gave Meng Zhongguang, two of them gave Qu Chi and Zhou Wang respectively, and the other one was in his arms. He originally wanted to wait for Zhou Beinan to wake up and give him food, but seeing Lu Yuji so sad, one of Xu Xing When the heart is soft, he gives him the sugar.

Xu Xingzhi asked: "Is it delicious?"

Lu Yujiu is sugary and vaguely: "Is there a song brother?"

When I mentioned this, Xu Xingzhi felt funny: "I took the sugar back last night and gave it to Qu Chi. Who knows that he is not willing to eat, he is not willing to take a sip, and when he sleeps, he puts it in the mouth of Tao. I almost sang the pottery."

When Xu Xingzhi talked about Qu Chi, the tone was naturally familiar as if he was talking about old friends for many years.

Lu Yujiu soft channel: "Thank you Xu brother..."

"Want to thank Master Xu, don't cry." Xu Xingzhi said, "Xu Shixiong's underwear is wet."

Lu Yuji was embarrassed. He quickly raised his face and took the back of his hand to the group that was wet on Xu Xing's shoulder.

When he realized that he had forgotten to wear a mask, he looked up in panic, but he saw that Xu Xingzhi had closed his eyes before him.

He thoughtfully urged: "Get on it. I didn't see anything."

In the imagination of Xu Xingzhi, Lu Yujiu should have suffered a catastrophe, ruined his appearance, and only wearing a mask of a monk, the right to cover.

Since Lu Yuji didn't want to tell others to see his face, why should he spy on him because of his unnecessary curiosity?

After waiting for a while, he waited for Lu Yuji to have a slight crying voice: "Xu brother..."

Xu Xingzhi thought that Lu Yujiu had put on a mask and opened his eyes.

Immediately, he took a breath of air and only said a "you" word, then he could not say anything else.

- Lu Yujiu did not wear a mask.

However, under the ghost face is not the scar of corruption in Xu Xingzhi's imagination, but a delicate and unscathed baby face.

Lu Yujiu’s eyes were very round, and when he was crying, he was red and small, and his face was white and soft. He looked like a little squirrel who had been robbed of winter chestnut and sad.

Xu Xingzhi has come back to God: "...has your face not hurt?"

Lu Yu shook his head nine times.

Xu Xingzhi couldn't figure it out: "Why do you wear a mask?"

Lu Yu Jiuyi licked his lips, re-applied the mask, and made a great determination, and then put his own ideas in front of Xu Xingzhi: "In the Qingliang Valley practice these years, my skills are low, understanding is also general, but partial There are some accomplishments in the path of Wu Ghost. After entering the wilderness, if I still uphold the cultivation of the immortal, I am afraid that I will die without a place of burial, so... I abandoned the fairy tales and concentrated on studying ghosts..."

When he said these words, he stared at the dodge, and there was remorse: "Later, I found the souls of several brothers in the cool valley.... The level of the cool valley is very strict, my generation is low, no face, no brother, no face. Facing the brothers in the ghost repair status, simply smashed a piece of scrap iron, made this look, and put it on the face..."

Xu Xingzhi touched his hair to show his appeasement: "Do you know Zhou Beinan?"

Lu Yujiu replied: "Zhou Beinan is the last ghost slave I received. When he saw me, I was already in this appearance."

Xu Xingzhi was somewhat curious: "Why don't you tell him? He is not a cool valley man."

"He..." Lu Yujiu's auricle burned red. "He always thought that I was ruined by someone. I have never allowed anyone to touch my mask. I have returned a little, and I almost hit Awang, who is going to pick my mask. He I am so embarrassed to tell him..."

Xu Xingzhi felt that Lu Yujiu’s modality was a bit weird, and he thought about Zhou Beinan’s strength against Lu Yujiu’s food, and the live spring palace that had been forced to see the South Leaves two days ago...

He knew it in his chest: "Oh. You two..."

He swallowed the second half of the unexported sentence, because Lu Yuji only heard the first half of the sentence, and his face burned into a red bean bag: "No, no, really no!"

Xu Xingzhi declined to comment on Lu Yujiu’s position of no silver in this place.

When I mentioned Zhou Beinan, Lu Yujiu seemed to have infinite words: "...I hated him when I brought him back. He didn't remember how he died, his heart was suffocating, his stomach was evil, and he was in the sun. I am so angry that I am so annoying that I don’t want him."

Xu Xingzhi thought about the virtues of Zhou Beinan’s deputy family, and he felt that Lu Yuji was bothered.

"...but, thinking that he is already...not living, I am not so angry. Besides, he can only meet me. If I ignore him again, he will be too upset."

The ghost face was really good, and it was a bit horrible to distort Lu Yujiu’s soft and soft tone. However, after seeing the truth of Lu Yujiu, Xu Xingzhi listened to him again. He could only imagine how a little squirrel would count the pine cones in grievances.

... He seems to understand a bit why Lu Yujiu has to wear a mask.

After all, Lu Yujiu’s voice, looks, and height seem to have no deterrent. Even when he is angry, it seems that he is only like a teenager.

"Later... I have been with him until now..."

Speaking of this, Lu Yujiu's accent trembled slightly: "But I didn't, I couldn't protect him... His eyes were my eyes. I could have seen Nantu, but I saw him find his own." The body is really sad, I want to let him sit there alone..."

Having said that, Lu Yuji was sobbing sadly: "I haven't been able to protect anyone after so many years..."

Xu Xingzhi watched him quietly.

How many years have passed, he is still the little ghost in the original memory of the old man who wants to save his peers and spares his life. It is short, crying but loyal.

Xu Xingzhi suddenly thought that when he first saw Lu Yujiu a few days ago, he was standing on a high place, manipulating the charms and attracting ghosts, and the ghosts were dark and tumbling.

Later, in order to get back the key, the Fengshan disciple came to attack the tower. Lu Yujiu was seriously injured. The reason was also because he stood in the high place and accidentally hit the arrow.

...he seems to like to stand on the heights, even if he will be injured.

Then, when he casts the spell, he ventures to stand on the heights, presumably to prevent himself from appearing so small and powerless.

- Just as he used his sly face to block his face.

Lu Yujiu wants to make himself stronger than before, but what frustrates him is that he is still a lifeless crying cry.

Xu Xingzhi was out of the air, and suddenly he heard a slightly weak voice not far from his side: "... God. He is crying again."

Xu Xingzhi looked at the sound and saw that Zhou Beinan, who was lying there, had opened his eyes.

Under the slogan of Lu Yu, he slammed up and pressed it on Zhou Beinan.

The only thing that the ghost slave can touch is the ghost master. Under this pressure, the injury to his cheekbones is touched. Zhou Beinan’s blurring out is a swearing sentence: "Do you want to crush me?"

Lu Yujiu's action suddenly became small, but he still rushed to him and refused to get up. The little civet cat pulled out the bright teeth and screamed with tears: "Who told you to use the curse technique on your body? If not I eliminated the spell in time, and you were completely defeated by the devil! I am using it for you?! Ah?"

Zhou Beinan complained: "The wrong thing is wrong! I am wrong! Are you ancestors?"

Seeing this scene, Xu Xingzhi is not convenient to stay here. He retired and walked quietly outside the cave.

Lu Yuji, who stayed in the cave, climbed up reluctantly, sitting on the edge of the bed and hesitating for a long time, only to say to Zhou Beinan: "...I just ate sugar."

Zhou Beinan just slowed down the pain, and his brain turned slower: "What do you mean?"

Lu Yujiu asked: "Do you want to eat?"

Zhou Beinan still did not speak, Lu Yuji leaned down, and the little mouse on the south lip of Zhoubei sipped a bite and took a sweet meal that had not completely melted.

He blushes and straightens up: "Only this is the case, you don't want to be...hey!!"

Zhou Beinan raised his left arm, which was not injured, and supported Lu Yujiu’s head. He took down Lu Yuji, who had not been fully straightened up: “...just did not taste it. Come again.”

One of Xu Xing played with a folding fan and thought about his thoughts.

Today, Meng Zhongguang has obtained two pieces of key pieces. The so-called "world knowledge" knows that this assassin is doing nothing, and also helps Meng Zhongguang to run out, fearing that it is to be cool.

He walked alone outside the hole, just met the oncoming Yuan Ruyi, and smiled and greeted her: "If you are."

Yuan Ruyi met him, slightly dagger: "Sister."

"Heavily light? North South wakes up, I just looking for..."

The voice is here, and it stops.

Yuan Ruyi looked to Xu Xingzhi, and there was some confusion in his tone: "... brother?"

Xu Xingzhi turned back and looked into the cave, his eyes were incredible.

At that moment, he finally wondered what the strange thing was.

- The wild key shards are precious treasures for anyone who is wild, but the South raccoon does not seem to know from beginning to end. This piece of debris that has been plucked from the leaves is a wild key!

Not only did he decorate Ye Xiaoyi with this little gadget, but he also let him walk around with a low-spirited leaf patch.

...then, Nanrui himself does not know that this is a wild key, and the owner of the mountain that was captured by them, where did he know that there are wild key fragments in Nanjiao?

The mountains are stacked, and the tops are heavy, and the quaint vines are long and vines. This scene is matched with the wild tower that stands upright, and it is even more desolate and weird.

Several disciples dressed in the cool valley served the warm snow dust wheelchair, standing in front of the tower.

Wen Xuechen's snow and snow fluttered in the wind. He looked at the tower and looked indifferent. However, the two disciples who had been here before had a lingering look at the rolling sea of ​​the star, and the two battles were endless: "... Brother Wen, here is dangerous, they are not in the tower, do we still have to go in?"

Wen Xuechen succinctly asked the order to go underground: "Go in. There is still a person inside, I have to ask him something."

Wen Xuechen had orders, and several disciples were afraid to follow the situation.

The star sand is shallow and shallow on the ground, and it is just like moving, but the warm snow and dust in the arms of the gossip roulette shines, and the hard life suppresses the demon power of the star sand.

The wheelchair was gently swayed, crushed on the ground and rustling.

When a few disciples walked through here, they were all sweating.

The disciple who came last time wiped the cold sweat and tried to talk to Wen Xuechen, distracting the tension in front of him: "...When Wen’s wheelchair is doing well, the position is stable. I have seen it for the first time since ten years ago. Wen’s brother, Wen’s brother, has been sitting all the time, and the quality is also first-class. Is this from the hands of skilled craftsmen?”

Wen Xue’s dust head was not lifted, and he replied: “...Xu Xingzhi.”

The author has something to say: the next chapter is to book the warmth of the white hair and the brothers.

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