Dressed As a Waste of Marrying a Villain

Luo Jinxiao heard the words and stepped forward, his slender figure squeezed straight into the middle of the men, and smiled and asked, "I want this girl."

Seeing that the good things in their hands were about to be snatched by others, the men yelled at him. They stretched out their hands to push Luo tonight, but they were accidentally grabbed by the wrists with a slender hand.

The one who grabbed him was a woman with red clothes and neon clothes, beautiful and coquettish, with long hair loosely tied behind her, although her fingers were thin, but the force was surprisingly strong, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Several men were stunned at the same place, and they didn't dare to say anything.

Xiu'er only dared to open her eyes at this time. When she saw Luo Jinxiao, her clear eyes suddenly widened. She knelt down for a few steps, and hugged Luo Jinxiao’s legs, tears like spring water, rushing down, turning black. Huhu's face washed out white gullies.

Luo looked at her to be really pitiful tonight, so he grabbed her arm with one hand and helped her up.

"Well, well, it's just that you are a step late. This demon has already been set a price by the first few people and bought it." The person wearing Douli had a tone of embarrassment.

"Yes, we have..."

The men felt cold behind their backs as soon as they were half talking, and they said nothing.

"How much money they gave, I'm half more." Luo said in a mild tone tonight, but his smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Two, twenty-two." The man stretched out two fingers.

Luo nodded tonight, then turned around, got close to Qu Weiyin, and smiled: "Little Master, borrow some money."

Qu Wei Yinfeng looked at her reproachfully, then took out a few silver coins from his sleeve and handed them to Luo Jinxiao.

They took Xiu'er into an inn and fetched water for her to clean it. After a stick of incense, Xiu'er knocked on the door timidly.

Luo Jingxiao and Qu Weiyin looked at each other, pushed the door in, and saw that Xiu'er had already put on clean clothes, her hair was still wet, hanging behind her.

Although she has a demon look, her eyes are still clear and innocent.

Qu Weiyin took a step forward, put his hand on her forehead, and light golden spiritual power poured into her body and probed carefully.

"It's a half-monster." Qu Weiyin was slightly surprised, and looked back at Luo Jinxiao.

"Half demon?" Luo frowned tonight, slightly attached himself, and went to see Xiu'er's eyes.

The half-demon was originally a human, and only became a monster because of acquired chance. This kind of example is very rare.

"Where is the tree demon?" Luo asked tonight.

It was okay for her not to ask, it was like piercing the dam with such a question, tears soon filled Xiu'er's eyes, tears raining down, wet the new clothes.

She suddenly softened her knees to Luo Jinxiao, babbling and saying something in her mouth. Thanks to Luo's quick eyes and hands, she couldn't make her kneel down.

The two of them neither understood sign language, nor could they understand her speech like the Dryad, they could only piece together the whole story through the fragmented Bibi drawing.

It was that after they left that day, they lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and the days were plain. Who knows that someone broke into the forest to remove the demon and insisted on arresting both of them. Later, Xiu'er was injured, and the tree demon vomited Nai Dan to her and was killed by others. Caught away, without whereabouts.

Xiu'er talked with tears and tears, very miserable. Those who saw it were sad. Luo couldn't help looking at Qu Weiyin tonight, but saw that her eyes were still as deep as a pool of water, calm.

Luo covered his sadness tonight, stretched out his hand to pull her, and asked in a low voice, "Little Master, what shall we do now."

"Demons and humans, demons and immortals, in the eyes of the world are one righteous and one evil, they will not end well after all." Qu Weiyin said suddenly, in a cold tone.

Luo Jinxiao heard the words, as if a huge boulder was dropped in his heart, and it sank to the bottom.

Qu Weiyin turned around and seemed to want to go, but he paused, then turned his head, strode to Xiu'er, his eyes were cold, and he said indifferently: "You have a demon, and you don't know how to be a demon. You are a lot of immortals. We can only save you once, but we can’t save you again and again."

"If you want to see her alive again, trust us." she said.

Xiu'er wiped away her tears, her pink lips pressed tightly, and she nodded heavily.

She was obviously a weak woman, but she looked very determined at this time.

Qu Weiyin's eyes finally softened, she spread out her palms, and a small paper bag appeared, exuding a faint golden light.

"This is the collection of demon talisman, you come in, I will protect you from death."

Xiu'er looked at Luo Jinxiao, then at Qu Weiyin, took a deep breath, and took two steps forward, her body turned into a faint white light and disappeared in the paper bag.

Qu Weiyin looked at the paper bag, thinking for a while before putting it away.

"Let's go," she said, turning to leave.

Luo recalled what she had just said tonight, and the more she thought about it, the more things went wrong, she suddenly walked a few steps quickly, stood in front of Qu Weiyin, and closed the door with a creak.

Qu Wei stopped groaningly, raised his eyes, and stared at her indifferently: "What are you doing."

Luo Jinxiao pressed his body against the door, feeling the hardness behind him, and asked, "What do you mean by what the little teacher said just now?"

"Nothing." Qu Weiyin dodged his expression and stopped watching Luo Jinxiao.

"Why are you talking about demons and immortals?" Luo Jingxiao's attitude has never been so tough. She grabbed Qu Weiyin's wrist and asked softly.

"I said nothing. It has nothing to do with you." Qu Weiyin said lightly, turning around to avoid Luo Jinxiao's sight, but didn't want to be forced by her, pulling around in a circle.

Her scarlet skirt was spread around her ankles, like red waves.

Qu Weiyin seemed to be a little irritable again, she raised her head and glared at Luo Jinxiao: "Let go."

"I won't let it go." Luo said quickly tonight. She suddenly untied her black coat, and took it off with her hand, revealing the flowing dark blue dress inside.

"What are you..." Qu Weiyin blushed, and immediately overflowed with spiritual power, and ejected Luo tonight. Her pair of phoenix eyes hung down with mist, and her bright black eyelashes swayed up and down like a fan.

Luo Jinxiao watched her like this, and his heart was full of lightning.

"I didn't mean anything else, just to tell you, the clothes you gave me, I haven't left in five years, is it possible that you really don't understand anything?" Luo's eyes were red tonight, her apricot eyes were shining through the sky outside the window. Feeling sentimental bursts like a microwave in clean water.

Qu Weiyin suddenly raised his head when he heard this, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about." At this time, her mind and heart became messy, messy, and she couldn't figure out her thoughts.

She thought that her mind was tightly hidden, but she didn't want to be so excited by her, just like a mist, bursting out.

She is a person who has lived for thousands of years, but Luo will be disturbed by a pool of spring water tonight.

"I'm not talking nonsense, little uncle, you look back at me, okay?" Luo's voice became lower and lower tonight, almost praying.

"Look at me, I really miss you day and night, you just said that you miss me, could it be..."

"It's not the same thing." Qu Weiyin suddenly raised her voice and interrupted. She took a deep breath and said sharply, "You go out."

Luo looked at her shockingly beautiful face tonight, as if she had been splashed with cold water, shaking with the cold.

During her five years on the mountain, watching the master's love for Zhaozhao, she finally understood her heart completely. In her heart, Qu Weiyin treated her like Zhaozhao to the master.

Perhaps this kind of intention has long been there, when Qu Weiyin rescued her, when Qu Weiyin watched her, when Qu Weiyin was crying, and when Qu Weiyin died.

She had thought about it a long time ago, if one day she could go down from that mountain, she would definitely show her heart, no matter what Qu Weiyin looked like.

For this reason, she practiced desperately almost day and night, for fear that she would not be able to catch up with her and could not protect her.

"I don't." She said coldly.

"Get out!" Qu Wei sternly said, her face showing pain, covering her heart with her hand, and inhaling deeply.

Seeing that Luo didn't respond tonight, she suddenly stepped forward, grabbing Luo Jinxiao's collar with one hand, and pressing her against the door forcefully, her phoenix eyes were cold, golden light appeared in her hand, and a small knife appeared.

"Do you know what I will become? Do you know how vicious I am?" She said word by word, with the tip of the knife hitting Luo Jinxiao's neck, "Don't think you saved me, just what ridiculous things. It can be said."

Luo raised her head to avoid the tip of the knife tonight, her eyes fixed on Qu Weiyin, and she whispered, "I know."

She didn't know how she died in her hands in the previous life.

"But I also know that you are the best little uncle in the world." She said, suddenly tears rained down.

Then he closed his eyes, turned his face away, and his slender and white neck was completely exposed in front of Qu Weiyin's eyes.

Qu Weiyin's hands were trembling, shaking so much that he couldn't hold the handle of the knife at all. Luo Jingxiao's profile was almost as finely carved, and every stroke was just right. It was very different from five years ago, and it seemed to be the same.

She was finally born into a big and slim beauty, just a few words, so sultry.

Qu Wei Yin's hand loosened, the knife fell to the ground with a clang, turned into golden light and disappeared.

"I can give you everything, my life, my people, and I will give you what you want." Qu Weiyin whispered, as if exhaling, a faint sweet fragrance lingered around.

"But I don't want to hurt you, I just want you to live well."

After she finished speaking, she pulled Luo Jinxiao, opened the door, and pushed her out of the door.

"Stop here tonight, I'm tired," she said.

The door reclosed in front of him, and Luo staggered a few steps this night before he helped the wall to stand firmly.

Her eyes were hollow and desolate, she looked at her fingertips, let out a low sigh, then fixedly looked at the door of the room for a while, then turned and left.

In the evening, in a roadside pub, people from all walks of life gathered here, mostly for casual repairs without gangs and no factions. While holding a cup, they were laughing and making noise.

A woman in Tsing Yi sat in the corner of the tavern, sipping the wine from the bowl, and after drinking one bowl, she put the bowl on the table hard, and said it was full.

The well-behaved girl with long brown hair beside her nodded righteously, picked up the flask and filled it up.

Coming and going, conscientiously, is not saying a word.

After three rounds of drinking, the table is already messed up. Luo is still not drunk tonight, and her heart is even more irritable. She often hears people say that she can use alcohol to relieve her sorrow. She finally tried such a time, but was she not drunk?

She still didn't believe it, and raised her hand to call Santan's daughter Hong.

Qiongqi spent the whole night, so bored, he unplugged the cork and placed the jar in front of Luo Tonight.

"Why don't you bully me?" Luo felt wronged tonight, raised the wine jar and poured his head up.

The woman was drunk late at night, attracting a lot of malicious men wanting to talk, and they were all carried to the side by Qiong Qi, and Luo only drank Santan Girl Red safely tonight.

Not drunk.

She was puzzled today, but she couldn't drink anymore, and she supported Qiongqi's shoulder and walked towards the inn step by step.

"Xiao Tiantian, you said what should I do." She whispered.

"Why isn't Xiao Shishu reluctant? Could it be that she still thinks I am too young? But I am not young too." Luo looked down at his chest aggrievedly tonight.

Only then did she feel hot-headed and somewhat drunk, but this drunkenness was far from enough to relieve her sorrow.

Qiongqi wailed.

"Speak human words."

"Small." Qiong Qi said.

Luo was speechless tonight, she pushed Qiongqi away, strode forward on her own, and quickly returned to the inn, pacing in front of Quweiyin's room.