Otherworldly Merchant

This is a cozy little house with doors and windows decorated on the rooftops of the matrimony and a big red wedding bed next to it, the Monster King is leaning against the bed in an extremely charming position, winking at me.

I couldn't help but swallow the spit and my breathing became rushed, and she, too, was beautiful.

Watching her reach out a finger, slightly naughty hooked me, I ghostly lifted God's foot and walked over, but found it very inconvenient to walk. I looked down and realized that my original clothes were missing. Now I was wearing a set of clothes worn by the groom in ancient times, with a huge bunch of saffron on my chest.

Shit, I'm just dumb right now, I know, this demon must be lonely, want to come and entertain me.

I panicked and had no desire. I didn't know what to do.

Marry her? Does not exist.

But without her, I couldn't think of any way to leave, and I noticed that Li Mazi wasn't in the house at the moment, and God knows where Yin Poor got him.

When he saw my doubts, he sat up from the bed and looked at me with emotions: “Don't worry, you've become my husband! Your friend will be fine. ”

The smell of the threat is abundant, if I don't follow her, Li Mazi is afraid to get rid of it. But I don't understand why the Lord likes me. She has reached the rank of godless, the divine position is higher than that of bald-tailed old Li, so it will never be desire, want to do that with me.

It's not like, I can't stop what she's trying to do to me.

Now that I've come to peace, I've decided to stop thinking and go straight to the subject: “Why me? ”

“Did you know that no one has been able to take that thing from for thousands of years, even the highest shady businessman of every dynasty? ”

The Magic Lord answered the question and said, I listened and looked at the ring of eternal spirit in my hand, thinking about what she meant.

She seems to be telling me that she gave it to me on purpose!

“No need to guess, I didn't mean it. ”

The Magic King stopped looking at me, and as soon as I swing my sleeve, a picture appeared next to me.

This is a ransacked village, full of broken arms, dead and dying, lying on uncluttered blood, all eyes closed, silently accepting destiny.

From the clothing point of view, these are flat-headed civilians, soldiers occasionally wearing armor in the bodies, should be the result of individual people fighting back!

The soldiers wore styles that were distinctly different from those of the population, resembling the Central Asian nation, and should be Turkic warriors.

The Turkic invasion of Huaxia had two peak periods, the North and South Dynasties, which had made a massive Southward offensive against the North Zhou, and the second, the rise of Turkic during the Tang Dynasty.

Wei Jinfeng was quite skeletal from the people's clothing, so I concluded that the scene was in the period of the North and South dynasties.

While the mourning continues, the enemy has plundered elsewhere, and all those injured know that waiting for themselves is nothing more than death.

At this time, a white horse arrived from afar and immediately sat on a woman with a lovely face. She was dressed in a red robe and looked immortal. She was obviously a practicing man.

The woman came down from the horse, frowned and looked at the battlefield like the Ashuro realm. Tears saved the living from the pile of dead, then went up to the mountains to cut wood and collect medicine, and pulled them back from the death line alive.

But the heavenly lord was not beautiful. The northern Zhou disaster was continuous that year. By night, the goose fur and snow fell from the sky, and the firewood cut back by the women was not enough to withstand the cold winter.

More and more wounded people are begging her to leave, and nobody wants the virtuous fairy to die with their own rotten people.

But instead of leaving, she used her own fix to warm up and help everyone withstand the ice and snow.

After three days of heavy snow, it melted for another three days. For six days, women did not drink a sip of water or fill a grain of rice.

When the sun appeared on the seventh morning, and everyone cheered for death to escape, the woman could never rise again.

She's been sitting there too long to move!

The people were not ungrateful, and everyone was crying out for ways to save her, but there were no doctors, not to mention people who could save her.

Everyone gave up, kneeling in front of her crying, ready to give her a final ride.

At this time, a young Taoist traveling in the clouds passed here and learned from the people that after passing, he was greatly moved. He first used his spiritual power to help the woman get through the nerves numb by sitting long, and then poured her sperm blood into the woman's throat.

Taoist guards women with their own fixes, looking for rare medicines in the deep mountains of ice and snow, lucky enough to hit a wild smell or two.

He watched the woman finish the broth, always nodding with a smile.

Three months is not long, not short, women have recovered and self-insurance is no longer a problem.

When she woke up that morning, she didn't see the coarse tea light rice that she could see every day with her eyes open. She panicked and seemed mad to go out and look all over the world, and she didn't see the Taoist anymore.

She knew she was used to it. It was really horrible. She might have moved, but she didn't know.

I saw the eyes here wide open, I dared not believe to look to the demon prince, the demon prince still did not speak, waved the picture changed.

It was a full moon night, surrounded by no smoke, only an ancient well, the woman standing alone in front of the well, looking at the moon without knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly, she looked down at the bottom of the well and the young Taoist Zhang Junshu's face appeared inside.

She smiled at the well and suddenly cried again, tears slipping down.

This well is called the Sauvignon, and there is a legend about this well that every full moon, the face of the person you love most in your life will surely appear.

After watching all this, I understood everything, because the woman in the picture was obviously the exorcism, and the young Taoist was me.

To be precise, it's the Magic Pride and a man who looks exactly like me.

I sighed and didn't know what to say.

Nor did she look at me anymore, and she turned her back to me and asked me if I could satisfy her wish for a thousand years.

There was no threat in her tone this time, but a prayer.

I don't dare to think, she waited a thousand years before waiting for someone who looked like Eun Gyeong. How could I resist?

“Okay!”

I said yes, she heard a shock in the back and then turned around and pounded into my arms.

She talked about her pain, how many years she waited by the well, and I listened gently to her cry.

I don't know how long it's been, like, a few minutes, like another century, and we stopped.

“I… should go…” I had to leave, despite my impatience.

She nodded and waved in a shadow: "Go away! I know you're not him, but I really miss him very much, I really want to...”

She cried while talking about the pride of the devil. Her tears did not fall on the ground, like a crystal pearl.

These are the ghost tears I need, and I want to ask for them, but I'm sorry. She hesitated for a few seconds, took a deep look at her and left!