After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

The tortoise who was born with the red mole was greeted and sent to Xuan Yi Pavilion all year round, but it was clear after a face-to-face that this young female cultivator was here for pleasure.

Looking at the materials and patterns of the goose yellow skirt, he is still an inner disciple of Yuqingmen.

Fengyuechang is the most popular gold cave. Looking at the temperament of this female Xiutong, she knows that she is a generous shot, and she hurriedly followed in: "Is the female gentleman coming back to visit for the first time?"

Zheng Wan didn't care:

"Why do you say that?"

"I will remember someone with such outstanding appearance as a female monarch, if I have been here," Gui Gongtian grew up with a smile, "I don't know if the female monarch likes delicate skin and tender flesh, or masculine and rough? It is Huanxi Xiaojiabiyu. Some, or are you ladies? You bring it up, I'm Xuan Yi Pavilion, you are satisfied."

Zheng Wan didn't know that he was visiting a small hall and these many famous halls. He opened his eyes and looked at the Xuan Yi Pavilion carefully.

The three-story building is different from the mortal red lacquer and green grid style. This Xuanyi Pavilion has the style of a fairy house, with white gilt tiles on the white walls, and two spiral staircases. In the center, a white jade platform rises from the ground and is square. , The bottom is supported by jasper jade branches. Don't think about how graceful it would be if people danced on a high platform.

If she hadn't known that this place was Xiaohuguan, she was afraid that she would think she was walking in the fairyland of Yaochi.

"...Actually, there is a monk in Xuan Yi Pavilion. Although his popularity is not as popular as the top brand, he said in a low voice, pretending to be mysterious. "It is very popular because of its similarity to True Monarch Liwei." Huachao layman'."

Those who are young men are not only mere mortals, but some low-level monks, who come to the young men's hall to place orders when there are no Yuan Shihua, these monks don't need real names, but only use stage names, collectively referred to as "households."

"Oh? Similar to True Monarch Liwei?"

Zheng Wan's curiosity was suddenly aroused, "Call to come and have a look."

"This-"

The tortoise rubbed his thumb and index finger.

Zheng Yu didn't understand it. When he understood, he lifted his chin and put on a gesture of arrogance: "Let you go and go! It will be good for you to take care of it."

She was raised in mortal gold and jade until she grew up, and naturally developed a arrogance, but she stunned this father-in-law, thinking that she really ran into a fairy brother, and ran over and called. people.

With two spiritual stones in her pocket, Zheng Yu was not at all shocked on the face, and comfortably found a seat in front of the high platform. She figured it out, the big deal is to ask Master to pay the bill—

She will return him in the future.

People who are accustomed to money, even if they are shy for a while, always learn not to dig and search and spend carefully, always thinking: there will always be money in the future.

The same is true for Zheng Wan.

She had put this matter behind her head and started to observe her surroundings. At a glance, there were already many people sitting around the high platform. She also found that many of them were from Yuqingmen in yellow skirts, and A familiar face: Bailing.

Bailing seemed to have come with someone else, and when he saw her, he smiled slightly, and Zheng Wan also held a smile at the other side, and the two sides said hello.

"Who is that?"

The female cultivator next to Bai Ling is a cultivator of Yucheng realm, her grand-aunt ancestor. She is not too young, but looks like a twenty-eight girl, "She was born beautiful."

"Zheng Wan."

"Oh? That innate Taoism?" Taiguzu raised an eyebrow, "I came to Xuanyi Pavilion just after the middle of the guard? My master said a few days ago that there was a successor to Yuqingmen."

Why does Yuqingmen have more low-level charms?

Those who have obtained high-level exercises from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion have been tired from generation to generation, but many monks broke their halberds and turned into sand before they practiced. Good high-level exercises just cultivated low-level enchantments. This is the reason: The body is too early, the vitality that can be obtained at one time can be worth a few months of hard work, and after several times, who is willing to work hard?

Bai Ling looked up, but saw Gonggui leading a white-robed monk passing by, only to feel that Taiguzu's hand on the back of the chair was clenched: "It turned out to be a layman Huachao?"

Over there, Zheng Wan had already seen the Huachao layman who was one-third of the so-called monk Yuliwei.

When she glanced over, she couldn't help frowning.

If you want to say like, the jaw and brow bones are indeed alike, but this god... is so much different, that is, he has a white robe on his body, and there are some differences.

"It's not like, the eyes are too muddy, the lips are too plump, and the ling is thin," she said coldly, "but muddy."

Lay Hua Chao's face turned pale, and his lips were bitten tightly. At this moment, the real person Lingxuan, the former guest who entered the curtain, came over:

"Xiantian Daozhong has such a big tone, it is so meticulous, people who don't know will think that you are more familiar with True Monarch Liwei."

Bailing pulled Taiguzu's sleeve:

"Auntie, don't say anything."

Gui Gong's face was not very good-looking, and Hua Chao layman was regarded as the signboard of Xuan Yi Pavilion. He was willing to come over, and he smiled and said a lot of good things. At this time, he left it in the air, and he couldn't call it again in the future.

At this moment, the sound of silk and bamboo wind music sounded, and on the empty white jade platform just now, a red monk appeared, guarding the cultivation base of the middle level, putting on the red ring with his bare feet, and dancing the heavenly music dance.

When a pair of swaying autumn waves were thrown down the stage, they were really eye-catching and affectionate.

"Okay, okay, it's all my own, don't want to hurt my peace, Hua Chao layman followed Ling Xuan, this female monarch, how about calling someone to accompany you to watch the dance again?"

A person in charge ran out to make a round of rounds, Lingxuan snorted, and really led the Huachao layman back to his seat.

Zheng Wan looked around, and ordered a fruit plate next to him: "Just let him."

The black-clothed patron was delicate and white, with huge eyes, and two dimples on his smile. She looked gentle and understanding, she liked it very much.

"This…"

The person in charge fell on the running hall, hesitated for a while, and said, "Okay, you, good life is waiting."

"Hey."

Zheng Yu took his seat again, and the black-clothed rushed to the hall seriously, nestled in her lap, and lovingly fed her a plate of fresh fruits with one hand. She looked extremely docile, and reminded her that Rong Yi usually raises a stubborn Persian cat.

"What's your name?"

"Shu Yuan."

Xiao Pao Tang raised his head and smiled, Li Mao looming.

The dance of the first card is indeed very beautiful, if it is burning red, and when it turns, it is like a fire. Zheng Wan looked at it and remembered the dance in the mortal world. Cui Wang played with her. She never danced since the beginning. It's so easy.

"Who do you think of the lady?"

I don't know when, Shuyuan has half-straightened, and a faint scroll of air rushes into Zheng Yu's nose. She opened her mouth and ate the red fruit he had fed, but he did not leave his hand, and wandered ambiguously between her lips.

"Unrelated people."

Zheng Wan looked at his wrist, a hideous blue vein slowly wandered away, and sentiment began to work.

She found that there was some discrepancy between Qing Gu and what Mrs. Jin said. It was not because of affection. She would start to feel pain when she contacted men for a long time. Starting from the elbow, it was very light and astringent at first, and it was easy to ignore. .

Shuyuan had fed her a lot of fruit, and after leaning on her for a long time, she felt the pain.

It needs to hurt a bit more.

Do you want to add more stuff?

Zheng Wan thought, Shushu seemed to be encouraged by the look in her eyes, and the fingers pulling her lips suddenly stopped, "Mr. Queen, are you going to go upstairs?"

This is the invitation of fish and water.

Zheng Wan was worried that the information was not enough, and he readily agreed: "Okay."

The two swaggered to the second floor seriously. After opening the door, Shuyuan carefully closed the door and hugged her from behind: "What kind of service do you want to serve today?"

Zheng Wan stretched his finger against his lips and said with a grin:

"You take off your clothes first."

Shu Yuan really let go of her obediently, ran to undress, black robe, belt, Zheng Yu sat for a few years, so he could watch carefully, who knows that Shu is far from taking off, sitting next to her, picking up the next one. The slender-necked copper kettle pours the wine, and the wine will not go with her. When he pours it into his mouth, he will come to give her the wine.

Zheng Wan subconsciously hid back, and at this moment, the door of the room burst open with a "boom".

Before the sawdust hits the ground, it becomes dusty powder.

She turned her head and looked back, but saw the man covered in ice and snow, as if coming to her for thousands of years. Under her lacquered eyebrows, a pair of thin lips were stained with blood, and the turbulent undercurrent blew his white robe to hunt. There was a noise, and the ink was blowing, and a face was almost transparent.

He glared at her like a beast that chose someone to eat.

"Where did Xiaoxiao dare to come to my Xuan Yi Pavilion to make trouble?"

The old bustard hurried up, followed by a bunch of cultivators. When he saw the person in front of the hole, his voice changed:

"True Monarch Li, Liwei?"

"roll."

Cui Wang never looked back.

Zheng Wan had already pushed the book far away, raised his lips and smiled:

"You are here, Cui Wang."

The old madam over there jumped downstairs with his thugs pissing, and even the real person Lingxuan looked back, still shocked: That innate Dao-seed actually recognizes the real monarch Liwei?

Zheng Yu here can no longer care what others think.

Cui Wang's anger was greater than she had imagined. When she spoke, she was already approaching, reaching out and grabbing her thin and slender neck, tightening it tighter and tighter.

In the eyes that have never been indifferent, there is the hatred of gnashing teeth:

"Zheng Wan, dare you."

Zheng Wan knew that he was irritated by her method of forcing him to leave the customs. She pulled his big hands like iron tongs with both hands, and the throat made a "hohoho", she looked into his eyes and vented with difficulty:

"Cui, Cui Wang, have you forgotten, have you forgotten? You owe me one or a promise. I, I can't find, to you, I can only do this and make the worst."

Her voice is getting weaker and weaker, and the light in her eyes is like a partridge he had seen when he was a child. When the partridge fell into the ice cave and was picked up by him, it also looked like this in his palm, weak helpless.

Cui Wang suddenly let go of his hand, staring at his palm in a daze, and after a while, he clenched his fist again.

Zheng Wan covered her throat and coughed desperately. As soon as she coughed, the tears that were still in the corner of her eyes rolled down. She wiped: "Look, I'm right."

"You still came."

Granny Jin said that if she is entangled with others, those who hold the Dragon Pei will naturally know that, plus the role of love, if she really becomes a matter of that person, she will suffer the pain of heartbreaking and die—

When she died, he died.

If Zheng Wan doesn't believe it, Cui Wang will not come.

It's just that she didn't expect that he came so early.

The air in the room seemed to be stagnant, bringing the wind and rain to kill.

"Snapped-"

Suddenly, the glazed lights in the corridor and inside the house exploded. The whole room dimmed, only the moonlight came in through the window coldly.

Cui Wang squeezed her chin, and the soft silk sleeves brushed her cheeks, nose, and corners of lips coldly. He rubbed them intently. From a closer look, those eyes were like beautiful black onyx, so beautiful and cold. Extremely.

"Tear it—" With a sound, he tore off her goose yellow robe without expression.

The martial robes of low-level magical artifacts are in his hands, as fragile as a cloth.

Zheng Yu was so hurt by him that he pushed him:

"what are you doing?"

"do not move."

Cui Wang's glance made her shudder all over, suppressing the violent violent cold, and only made people feel like the storm is coming.

After he wiped it off, he let go of her:

"What do you want me to do?"

"Help me find Mother-in-law Jin," Zheng Yu said, "Mother-in-law Jin is the ghost of the land in the near future."

"Isn't she by your side?"

Cui Wang's eyes fell on her, and finally his gaze focused on the face of her face that was open when she was struggling. On a piece of snowy jade-like skin, Feng Long slid out with a shark silk, and he pointed, "There."

Zheng Wan touched Feng Long:

"really?"

"natural."

Cui Wang nodded.

"Then how do I find her?"

"When she recovers, Zilai will come out of Fenglong."

Zheng Wan was overjoyed immediately, as if he had forgotten his unhappiness just now. His eyes were curved like crescent moons.

"Until the love is lifted, you must not be like that with others—"

Cui Wang seemed to control his emotions, and he opened his eyes to look at her, with an indistinct mist in his eyes, "Let's do something."

"Otherwise, after I solve the Gu, I will kill you."

Zheng Wan smiled and toasted:

"You drink, I will accept you."