The temptation of the wizard

Shaqima: "There seem to be many outliers these days."

Tai Shu Xiyue: "Yes, I also feel this way, so..."

"It's better to be less!"

Before the words finished, Tai Shu Xiyue rose up, her body was surging with ghost energy, and with her right hand, she grabbed Shaqima with her ghostly giant claws.

Shaqima snorted coldly, pushing Megatron with her left palm and pushing her right palm.

boom!The ghost screamed, and Shaqima stepped back and saw a black snake roaring in the air. She lifted it gently, and her figure rose more than ten feet, but saw the black snake hit the ground, the ghost raging everywhere. It also enveloped Megatron not far away.

"You damn it!" Shaqima was anxious, drawing a talisman with ten fingers, and a piece of Wuwen appeared in an instant, like a sky, pressed against Tai Shu Xiyue.

Tai Shu Xiyue let out a hey, ten-finger seal, and the ghost energy in his body turned into three huge skulls and went into the sky.

When the two collided, the screams of ghosts resounded all over the place, which was horrifying, and people on the streets in the distance trying to watch the "Longmen Escort of the Pig Demon" retreated.

Shaqima flew around and saw a skull swallowing it.

At this time, the silver light flashed, but the purification amulet that Megatron wore with him slammed into the skull, and it was smashed by Shaqima's palm.

Uncle Xiyue let out a horror. The ghostly spirit rolled the talisman away, held it in her palm, and said in surprise: "The aura in this talisman..." It was so rich that she had never imagined it, even though it was hard. She could still feel the pure aura like a lake in the metal shell.

Shaqima fell next to Megatron, waved her sleeves and flicked away the ghostly spirit around her, and shouted: "Return Tianlang's talisman!"

She lost her soul mark and soul-suppressing bell, and was lost to Taishu Xiyue for a while, but as long as she wanted to leave, the other party couldn't stop her, but could not walk away from the sky.

Tai Shu Xiyue said in a leisurely manner: "Where did this talisman come from?"

Shaqima became more irritable, and Megatron said hurriedly: "It was given by an odd number among the other witches. He is the chief marriager of me and Kiki."

Uncle Xiyue had an idea, "Wish Yuntai?"

Megatron: "Do you know the host?"

"Hey!" Uncle Xiyue threw the talisman to Shaqima, whose eyes were about to split, and the latter slightly reduced her momentum.

"May Yuntai be your master of marriage?"

"Yes."

Tai Shu Xiyue turned her horse's head around, as if she was about to leave, Megatron suddenly said loudly: "You can save it if you want to find the Pig Demon. The Pig Demon went to Host Zhu, and probably won't come back."

Uncle Xiyue rushed forward and said calmly: "Wrong, as far as I know, I wish Yuntai left Nanta Village seven days ago and went to serve as an official in Yujing."

Megatron and Shaqima are both slightly stunned-May the host be an official?

That person doesn't look like he wants to be an official!

But he has left the village, isn't the pig demon going to harm Nanta Village?

"Tian Lang, what should I do?" Shaqima looked at Megatron with shame, she did it after all.

Megatron sighed: "It's too late for us to rush now."

In Hanoi County, Xia Xixi and Xiaohong carried washbasins and medicinal soup to take care of Zhuyuntai when the day was light.

I wish Yuntai had been in a coma for a day and a night. After taking several tonics, the pulse was much stronger, but he still did not wake up.

The diseased calf sat by the bed and watched, looking through his suitcase at night when he was bored, and found the manuscript of the words written by Linghu on the eighth day, so he passed the time.

Xia Xixi was quite curious when she entered the inner room, and asked, "Little milk milk, what are you looking at?"

The Mavericks yawned and put the manuscript on the ground, "Xiao Ba wrote the textbook, Zhu Zhu seems to want him to submit the manuscript to you."

"Oh?" The princess was even more curious, and motioned to Xiaohong to wipe Zhu Yuntai's face. She picked up the manuscript on the floor and sat at the table to read it. After only reading a few sentences, she knew that this was indeed not written by Zhu Yuntai, because of the style of writing. Very...positive, not as colloquial as Zhu Yuntai.

The original name of this sentence is "A Dream of Red Beans", and it is about the story of a maid named Li Hongdou next to the top of the brothel. This ugly Li Hongdou is a black and real ugly girl. She is always bullied in the brothel, even her master often I beat and scolded her, but I only thought that she couldn't grab the limelight and brought her around. Until one day, a handsome, martial-arts and powerful son went to prostitute that card, and he also met the black and poor little girl...

The author's writing is quite well-formed, and he understands the life and mind of his daughter's family very well. Although it lacks new ideas, it is generally acceptable, but Xia Xixi is quite speechless and a little scared.

I'm afraid that the group of people in Jiangdong Lijiazhuang will take the Acacia Sword to cut her editorial office after reading this script.

The Acacia Sword, also known as the Red Bean Sword, is not necessarily a powerful sword, but it was the saber of the world's number one master two hundred years ago.

The number one master of all ages-Li Hongdou!

The author named his protagonist Li Hongdou. He was born humble and was often bullied and molested by the romantic male protagonist. However, the author is very familiar with the affairs of the brothel, and there are several scenes in the bedclothes that are very explicit, see It's even more serious.

Xia Xixi looked blushing and put it down before reading it. She said in her heart: "I wish the woman in the host's pen be more vivid." But every time she thinks of Songlian, Mei Shan, and Zhuo Yun, she always has a ray of sadness in her heart.

Little milk milk suddenly jumped out of the window, Xia Xixi walked to the window, and saw a golden harpoon shot from the light rain of Li Li, and inserted it into the granite stone slab of the eaves.

"Wow!" The Mavericks cheered and pulled up the harpoon and danced twice. Xia Xixi at the window felt the wind blowing.

Wang Shenjun's voice came from the rain and said: "Little devil, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, so satisfied! Thank you God." The Maverick bowed his hands in the rain decently.

"Hey, no thanks. Looking at the golden armor on your body, you know that you also know the master of ghost weapons. It is not difficult to reforge weapons, but your spice is the only thing I have seen in my life. I am taking advantage of you."

The Mavericks smiled, sticking to the golden fork and said: "The golden armor is made by pigs and it uses a lot of ghosts."

"Oh? Is it Zhu Yuntai?"

"Yes."

"Good means!"

The Mavericks rolled his eyes and said, "If you leave me a contact information, let's make friends and I will buy you a drink. How about?"

Wang Liulang in the rain was silent for a moment before saying, "I don't eat ordinary wine."

The calf proudly said: "It's absolutely extraordinary. The secret bamboo wine made by our pig pigs was poured into large bamboo shoots a few years ago. The bamboo shoots grew into several feet of bamboo within a few months, and the wound was completely healed. The strong wine is sealed in a bamboo tube, and the bamboo dew is absorbed daily, or the bamboo worms fall into the strong wine and soaked. A few years later, half a catty of strong wine will become two or three kilograms of light wine. The taste is really good. It's more fragrant than palace Tibetan jelly."

Hearing that, even Xia Xixi can't help but squeeze, there is such a novel method of wine making?

Wang Liulang's rather anxious voice came from the rain, "Where is the wine? Get it quickly!"

"I came in a hurry this time, I didn't bring it."

"Where is your home? I'll try it first."

The Mavericks looked embarrassed, and said, "I'm afraid you can't help but it will be...

Wang Liulang said anxiously, "No, I can drink three catties first, and only three catties. I fly fast, and I can bring wine to drink with you."

The calf's eyes lit up, "This is the Houtu Temple in Nanta Village, Ailao Town, Southern Xinjiang. The witch in the temple is me... My nephew, named Cao Lang, if you tell her it is my friend, she will take you there. Take the wine, or you won’t find it."