After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

In Cui Wang's memory, caramel is an extremely strange thing.

The only sweet thing he ever tasted was the candied haws bought for him by the six-year-old Aniang at the Lantern Market, except for the golden naan bread.

The candied fruit was so sour that it was so delicious that it was unparalleled in the memory of heaven and earth, so that after that, he had never eaten the same delicious candied fruit.

At that time, what he ate the most was a kind of corn paste.

The corn mush doesn't need to be chewed hard, and it is very good for the elderly. He has lived with Aweng since he can remember, and naturally eats with him.

There is also a taro cake, which is sticky and has a very weak taste.

Therefore, Zheng Wan said that he was like a child begging for sugar, but Cui Wang would not recognize it.

He has never eaten caramel, how can he ask for it.

Moreover, Zheng Wan is not a caramel.

She is a red flame Manluo covered with thorns. She grew up in Gaoling and was born in Xueyuan. She was beautiful but very difficult.

The spoiled Taoist led the three people with different thoughts behind him to walk outside the garden.

The Beauty Hall is divided into the main hall and the east and west side halls. Along the way, the pavilions and pavilions are made of white jade, with quaint furnishings and scattered flowers and plants. It is worthy of the legendary Yutang fairy que.

However, the area is not wide.

at least-

Not comparable to Cui Wang's mansion at No. 1 Jingqi Street.

When Zheng Wan arrived at the main hall, he found that the others had arrived early. They all stood at the door of the temple, looking out eagerly, and seeing the four of them coming, unanimously heaved a sigh of relief:

"Daojun, you are here!"

Shu Jin was the first to run out of the crowd and rushed straight to Zheng Wan:

"Beauty, I'm panicking without seeing you!"

Cui Wang raised his sleeve to stop him, and Shu Jin blinked:

"Daojun, you—"

"It's a bit crowded here."

Cui Wang was expressionless and authentic.

Without waiting for Shujin's answer, he faced everyone:

"Jade Chengjing stayed behind, and the rest of the black iron envoys and the monarch went outside the temple to explore the reality."

Book Jin:

"..."

"You, you—" Shu Jin pointed at Cui Wang for a while, then put his hand down suddenly, "Fine."

When he put down his hand, he took off the jade pendant on his waist by the way.

Everyone realized that this Haoranzong's well-known dude had a lot of vitality on his body suddenly, and his cultivation base was steadily rising. It turned out to be... the mid-term of knowledge?

Looking at the jade pendant in Shujin's hand, it became hot: even if it can only cover the micro-level cultivation base, the preciousness of this magic weapon that can be hidden from the Wuyabang can be imagined.

According to Shu Yu Daojun's treasure to his son, it is not uncommon to get such a magic weapon.

Shujin rolled the jade pendant to the storage bag, and raised his chin proudly:

"How? I can go now, too."

Cui Wang ignored his provocation and turned straight around, his colorful robe brushed over the railings on the veranda, and he paused when he passed by Zheng Yu, and said:

"Let's go."

A group of black iron envoys huffed again, and walked out along the veranda of the main hall.

Zheng Wan also followed the crowd out, using the Ice Concealment Technique, and in a short while he reached the main entrance of the Palace of Beauty.

The main entrance is high and wide, with eight gates made of white jade lined up. The spoiled Daojun stands still, taps his fingertips, and the two gates in the middle are opened.

The thick black mist rushed from all directions and hit the protective cover of the Palace of Beauty with its teeth and claws. The place where the protective cover was in contact with the black mist continued to make "sizzling" noises.

"Suddenly want to eat barbecue."

Shu Jin smiled authentically.

Cui Wangchao suddenly drowned:

"Please Daojun open a hole in the protective cover."

The spoiled Daoist Yiyan opened the protective cover.

Another white light sword aura, castrated like a meteor, "bang" onto the mist—

The land of Her Royal Highness shook.

The thick fog was split apart.

Everyone in the door was happy, and the mist that could be split by the sword came quickly again, and even the new mist appeared more solid than before.

Cui Wang retracted the Hongyu streamed lightsaber, and the snow-colored spikes of the hilt were swayed by the wind.

"Yuan Li is really absorbed."

He said, "Strong breaking is definitely not a success."

"The Black Iron Order is on standby, and I will return as soon as I go."

Cui Wang said that he would go back, and he really went back, and he returned from the dense fog after less than ten breaths.

The face with no expression had no clue, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Can you see, what is the origin of this black mist?"

A diamond-shaped stone popped out from Cui Wang's fingertips. The stone was jade-like, but the texture on the stone looked like dense fish scales.

Zheng Wan recognized that this was a photo-enhancing stone at the auction house where the bid price was ten upper-level stones, and this photo-enhanced stone would be scrapped the last time it was used.

Looking at the photo-taking stone spinning around in mid-air, Zheng Yu couldn't help but become sour in his heart.

Soon, the photo-taking stone whispered "Boom"—

Broken.

An endless black mist suddenly rises in the air, and in the black mist, there are countless...

Zheng Wan opened his eyes in surprise.

She didn't know if she could classify it as a human.

The clothes are still well dressed, but those faces are deeply sunken, skinny and skeleton-like, and the deep concave eye sockets, the eyes are scarlet, and the hands are stretched to the front side by side, and the feet bounce and jump. When a living creature appeared, it furiously rushed to bite.

In the mist, it seems that there are all such people.

Zheng Wan suddenly remembered the monster recorded in the book of mortal ghosts. The name of the monster was "Zang". It was so angry that after death, it came back to life, but it had lost its mind and devoured the flesh and blood of living people.

In this way, it looks very similar.

"Molan City is now an empty city."

Cui Wang flicked his sleeves, and a "stiff" whose whole body was tightly bound with Yuanli rope was thrown out by him with the technique of the universe in his sleeve.

As soon as this "stiff" landed, he wanted to jump in excitement, but he could only jump on the spot when he was **** with a rope.

Its throat made a "ho-ho-ho" sound, its eyes were scarlet, and its pupils narrowed to a line. Seeing so many living creatures seemed to make it very excited.

"this is…"

Someone asked.

The cowardly expression became solemn:

"stiff."

"It is said that the Bardo Puppet Sect loves to use dead people's corpses to practice Yin Puppets. Could this be..."

"No." Cui Wang shook his head, "The corpse cultivated by the Yin Puppet Sect is no different from ordinary people, this thing is not like it."

At this moment, the beast-controlling gate, who said that the corpse in the city had a strong smell of decay, suddenly exclaimed:

"Brother Rongshi?!"

Juli didn't recognize it before, until he saw a bright red bead line between this "stiff" wrist.

This stiff body was gray and dirty, but the red beads on his wrist were as bright as new.

Brother Rongshi usually cherishes this red bead thread very much. He once said that this thing was made by his beloved person himself, and in a few years, he will ask that person for kiss.

"The last group of black iron soldiers who came in to explore the way are all gone."

Cui Wang handed the Yuanli Rope to Jiuli, "How to deal with it, you decide for yourself."

When he talked about this, his expression was the same as before, and he didn't seem to be sad for these sacrificed black iron soldiers.

He took the rope with all his strength and dropped his head:

"Yes."

At this time, in front of the main hall, there was only this "stiff" strange sound in the throat, everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke.

As the Black Iron Warrior, the journey is boundless, and everyone may have the possibility of burying the bones in the wilderness. They accepted it long ago, but no one expected that they would become such a delirious monster.

Zheng Wan looked at the dense fog, and in this dense fog, there was no idea how many such monsters were hidden.

"Mortals become stiff. In order to go stiff, they have little attack power. They only need to avoid their clumsy bites. But once the monks become stiff, they are extremely difficult to deal with. The monks who enter the Yuan realm and guard the middle realm are transformed into Running stiff, running and jumping faster. But further up, these stiffs will be part of the monks’ spells during their lifetime. Yucheng stage is flying stiff, regardless of walking stiff, running stiff, or flying stiff, these zombies, in addition to the level of attack power, Doesn't have the sane, called'reckless'."

The drowning Daojun sighed, "However, the stalemate that has been transformed by the absence of delusion has a certain mentality, which is'knowledge stalemate'; the Yucheng realm is'hui stalemate,' and the record above...the only record is untestable. What is certain is that if there is a stiffness in this mist that is caused by the magical realm, I will either die in this hall or die outside of this hall."

"Aren't Daojun and me and other great secretaries also in the magic state? Can't beat him?"

"The monks are flesh and blood. They will always get tired after a long time. How can you compare with these immortal monsters?"-

The spoiling Daoist is righteous and righteous.

"Do you know, how did these stalemates come from?"

"There was a saying that stiff is a natural punishment."

Spoiling Dao Jundao, "I wait in the middle, there must be someone who has sinned to the sky, and God wants to punish him."

Zheng Wan was frightened by this.

Regarding this, whoever offends God the cruelest is probably she.

"Daojun don't want to tease them anymore."

Cui Wang said suddenly, "This thing once appeared when Xuan Cang history was empty, and swept across a whole country of the Buddha, and there was no living mouth. When recorded in history, the reason was unknown."

"However, I expected that this stiff appearance must be related to this fog. It can consume the vitality, and when the vitality is exhausted, it will be infested by the fog, and then he will lose his mind."

"Then brother, can there be any help?"

"The soul lamp has been destroyed."

Powerless.

Working hard to look at the red bead line of the senior brother, "If there is something to do, you can tell me, I...must get rid of this mist."

Everyone can see that if this mist continues to absorb the vitality and spread, I am afraid that it will repeat the tragedy of the Buddha.

"Mingyu Zhenjun, and it's a trigram."

Cui Wang said.

Mingyu walked out of the crowd, looking at the deep black mist, pinching the hexagram, the hexagram image was just set, and her face was like gold paper, and she vomited blood with a "poof".

"No, there is a life-breaker, I... can't figure it out."

Zheng Wan only felt that at this moment, everyone's eyes were concentrated on her.

"What are you looking at, what are you looking at? Why is it that Mei Ren'er is the blame for her abilities?"

Shujin jumped out.

Zheng Wan found that this book Jin is still very winking.

Cui Wang looked at Mingyu, and saw Mingyu blushing and heartbeat, and then frightened again, thinking that she was just telling the truth. It was difficult for her to figure out the narrative involving people who died. After all, Zheng Wan is now. Knowing the micro-environment—

But Li Wei looked at herself like this, as if she was blaming her.

It makes no sense.

Mingyu was aggrieved in his heart, and Cui Wang had already looked away:

"It's not early today. Let's take a rest in the temple for one night, recharge your energy, and make plans tomorrow."

"As for the person who died, he will be with the monarch, and everyone is at ease."

Zheng Wan opened his mouth and swallowed it subconsciously and refused to swallow it.

This place is dangerous, and it is safest to follow the man of destiny.

And she, Zheng Yu, is indeed a selfish bad embryo.

I didn't have to wash it at all.

Obviously he didn't want to be with others, but he still hid under the arms opened by this person for her grandiosely.

Cui Wang raised his hand and took her to his side, and the two followed the spoiling Daoist without a word.

The group of people returned to the main hall again, but this time the spirit and spirit, as if being taken away, was awkward.

"You just pick and stay," the cowardly Daojun closed his eyes, and I wanted to keep my eyes out of sight, "there is only one place, and no entry is allowed."

He pointed to a gray black box room behind the main hall, "There."

There will naturally be some secrets among the monks that they don't want people to know. The coddling Daoist is so reasonable today that it has surprised everyone, and naturally will not ask ignorantly.

However, Li Siyi was very interested in the legendary Luo Shi, which is full of beautiful paintings. He shook his fan:

"Daojun, are you willing to let me wait and see the Luo room and open my eyes?"

The spoiling Daojun is most content with a beautiful picture in his life, and he blows up his beard when he hears it:

"Nothing."

Zheng Wan watched Li Siyi and the spoiled Daoist you come and I wrestle with each other, thinking that the outside matter will not be solved for a while, so if you look at the legendary beauties, how far apart they are from them.

…This is probably the inexplicable self-esteem of a beauty.

Cui Wang stood over:

"Want to see?"

Zheng Yu nodded, she really thought.

Entering the Palace of Beauty, but did not see the beauty picture, it was as if she had reached the Profound Cang Realm and didn't want to cultivate.

"Ah, the little disciple Zi Xiu wants to see it? I said it earlier," said the spoiled Daojun, "My Palace of Beauty, there is no place, it is not open to beauties."

Cui Wang put aside his head and swallowed back the sentence "This gentleman will help you, we will reconcile".

Luo Shi is not in the main hall, but in the east side hall.

There is only one room in the entire Dongpian Hall, which is the Luo room full of pictures of beauties.

In the end, it was Zheng Wan, Cui Wang, Shu Jin, Li Siyi, and Qianshuang who got the approval of the spoiling Daoist with one face and entered the Luo room to enjoy the painting.

The four crystal walls are spread out, and each wall is hung with a picture of a beautiful woman. At first glance, it looks like Taoyao, Liumei, Juqingmei proud, all kinds of styles, each with different styles.

"Sanqing Daozu bless!"

Li Siyi's eyes were bright, and his words were incoherent with excitement, "Really, seriously...shocked."

Zheng Wan stepped forward and looked at one by one.

The spoiled Daojun is good at painting beauties. He not only fully captures the charm of beauties, but also expresses them vividly and vividly through delicate brushwork.

The beauty in his works is not only beautiful, but also alive.

Zheng Wan looked at the black eyeballs in the painting of Beauty, and he only felt that those eyes were also looking at him.

"Hey, this..." Zheng Wan stopped in front of the south wall, "Daojun, is this painting made by you?"

The spoiled Daojun paints beauties with meticulous brushwork and delicate brushwork. Looking at his paintings, it seems to be facing the beauty herself, lifelike.

But this painting uses freehand brushwork and is done in one go. The charm is in this stroke, and the beauty's face is like a cloud across the clouds, which makes you vaguely understand, but vaguely don't understand.

The spoiled Daojun looked at the wall with a trace of melancholy:

"It's really not the monarch, the painter is a senior of the monarch, but unfortunately he has been driving Hexi for a long time."

Zheng Wan looked at the beauty on that picture suspiciously. With a few strokes, Shen Yun had already appeared. This Shen Yun... she seemed to have seen it somewhere.

Granny Jin suddenly said:

"You ask him, the painter has a scar on his forehead as big as a grain of rice."

Zheng Wan noticed that Mother-in-law Jin's voice was shaking.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Old ancestor: What are you doing? !

Cui Wang: When I first entered the sword gate, there were seven or seven forty-nine sword styles, each of which was hacked thousands of times.

Old ancestor: So?

Cui Wang (slowly speaking): Pursuing women, I will do it thousands of times, and one day...