Chapter 33: Yuzi (2)

From the Sun family to the He family, it took three days to calculate with the footsteps of mortals, but with Qingyuan present, they arrived almost in a moment.
Knowing that he is fast, this time the well-studied Westwind has been hiding in his robe and hiding himself. When he got there, he left his robe, and he was just neat and tidy.
Sure enough, it's a matter of eating and growing.
Westwind sighed with his wits, and then looked ahead. There really was a long-dead mansion here, and ... it was so angry.
Just standing in the open space in front of the door, you can smell the strong evil spirit.
"It is a beast demon, not a stream of grass demon demon." West wind stepped up from the collapsed wall and walked into this He family mansion.
There are obvious signs of fire on the walls and the remaining wood, but it has been a long time ago. It seems that the He family was burned before, and then the mansion was directly abandoned.
And at that time, people were not burned to death, because there was no wronged soul burned here.
Therefore, Westwind concluded that it was the first fire, and in desperation, the talents left.
However, according to the description of Qianqian and Aunt Anjia after waking up, the mansion was intact at the time, not the ruins. Otherwise, the person who sent the relatives should have discovered something strange early, and would not wait until Qian Qian came out of the new house in the middle of the night to find out.
It's just that the west wind feels weird. Qian Qian said that the dozens of people who sent their relatives were dead, but here she didn't find the souls of those people.
Was it taken away or eaten by Xie Zuo?
The enchantment is changing, and the west wind can only conclude that this is a beast, and there is no way to determine what a demon is.
She walked into the He Family Mansion, crossed the front hall, and reached the still-declining backyard.
The He family was supposed to be a big family, so the mansion occupies a large area and there are about ten large and small yards. The further you go inside, the stronger the demon will be.
Going further, the west wind vaguely felt cold in the wind.
In the front yard, the ground was covered with bones.
Not the bones of beasts, but humans.
The pale white bone looks like snow all over the place. And these bones are complete, there are adults, there are children, that is to say, these people are alive and stripped of their flesh.
There aren't even complaining spirits, and the evil spirits have absorbed their souls.
"It's cruel." Xifeng squatted down to look at a young white skeleton, his eyes deepened, "Although smoking mortal spirits can improve the monster's cultivation, but the monster knows that this practice is easily condemned by the sky, even with The people of Yan Luodian are not easy to explain, even in the demon world, there is an unwritten agreement that does not take souls. So the general monster only takes the flesh and does not capture the spirit, but this monster ... "
Not only the human body, but also the soul, and so much.
It seems that the people sent by the Sun family were also taken away by the monsters.
The west wind chanted the mantra lightly, and the miserable bones gradually turned into dust and buried under the earth.
Qingyuan asked: "Why do you do this?"
"Turn bones into dust and settle into the earth for peace." Xifeng said, "This is a mortal attachment.
Qingyuan didn't understand. The Dragon Clan, who was the same age as the heavens and the earth, never saw the bones. Even if he died unexpectedly, it would instantly turn into a gust of wind and nothing would stay.
The mortals are fragile and strange, but strong and mysterious.
Westwind looks at the sky, and it will be noon in half an hour. Although she knows that the teahouse must be full of people, she is still not reconciled. What if she has a seat?
She turned to Qingyuan's back and threw it up, like a gecko hanging on his back: "Change dragon, go back."
Qingyuan was silent, leaning her head to look at her, but she could only see her shoulder and her red dress: "You said, why didn't you know me?"
The words were very light and I was a little unhappy. The west wind moved his ear tip: "Are you angry? So you keep yelling at" Cuihua Cuihua "? Yes, you are bad."
"No, that aunt called you Cuihua to come." Qing Yuan asked stubbornly, "Why don't you know me?"
"I'm angry with you."
"What's wrong with me?"
"I'll ask you to help me occupy a seat before I leave, but you will come over when you look back. The location is gone, the lunch is gone, and you have to nibble the bun again."
"Oh ... I'm wrong ..." Qingyuan said again, "Are you still angry with me?"
Xifeng is not really angry with him, but he did not expect that he cares so much. What a ... lonely dragon, I'm afraid she won't be with him anymore. She knocked her chin on his shoulder and looked at his handsome face and said, "I'm upset."
Qingyuan nodded gently: "Go back to the tea house."
The west wind was discouraged and said: "But there is no place."
"It's okay." Qingyuan said, "I blasted them away."
"... Don't bully our weak mortals."
"Not weak." Qing Yuan said, "Your mortals are not weak at all."
It's still very powerful. Although he has no divine power, he is persistent and strong.
Xifeng
hmm
and suddenly recovered:
Then you must not bomb them!

His bombardment, ninety-nine percent can pop the entire town into a hole, she did not forget the lotus pond.
"Oh."
West wind was still lying on his back, his vision raised, and his eyes moved to the collapsed wall of the He Family Mansion, and I wondered what was shining in the gap. She jumped down again, trot there, yanked away the pile of gravel, and pulled something out of the crack.
It is a red fish scale.
The fish scales are red and bright, like thick red rouge, which is larger than the average fish scales. It can be seen that this fish is also very large.
"Is it really a monster riding a fish." Xifeng muttered and glanced around again. This teahouse has no tables except them, which is also strange.
The shopkeeper had prepared more than two dozen tables of food, which would have been eager to bring them over for them, so as not to dump them tomorrow.
The shopkeeper and storyteller and several small second chefs also sat at four tables and ate lunch. Westwind has been full for a long time, and feels embarrassed, and thanked the shopkeeper in the past: "Thank you for the hospitality."
"Thank you for not being scared away." The shopkeeper sighed. "The first day of opening, a red monster appeared without knowing how to scare everyone away. Business will be difficult to do in the future ..."
"Red Hair Monster?" Xifeng narrowed his eyes and looked back under the table. Xiao Huo immediately avoided her sight.
"Yes, the Red Hair Monster." The shopkeeper asked. "Is the girl full? Can the food be delicious and the tea delicious?"
"It's full, good, everything is good." Xifeng looked at the kind shopkeeper and said, "We still have things, so let's go first."
"Girl walking slowly."
When Westwind returned to his position, seeing Qingyuan was full, he pulled him away. Taking advantage of people's inattention, Xiaohuo crouched on her shoulder as before, saying, "There is still a roast duck on the table."
"You are so embarrassed to eat." Xifeng carried it into the alley and walked behind the tea house. She looked around and threw the fire on the roof. "Look at the wind, if someone comes, squeak."
After all, Xifeng felt a yellow note from his arms, gently pressed the ground, then looked at Qingyuan, smiling and saying: "Give me a piece of your hair, okay?"
Qingyuan ripped off one and handed it to her, not knowing what she was going to do.
The west wind took the hair and suddenly ignited a flame. The hair was instantly burned to ashes and fell on the yellow runes, gradually forming a line and forming, until finally, it had become a dragon.
"Get up!"
A huge dragon rises into the sky and circulates around the tea house. But for a moment, the west wind casting a spell behind the teahouse heard the cries of people in front of them.
Xifeng looked at the circling dragon. Although it turned yellow due to the relationship between the yellow symbols, it looked similar to Qingyuan. She proudly said: "Like you."
Professional demolition Wang Qingyuan said without hesitation: "Not like it." He looked at the writhing dragon and said, "It's ugly."
"..."
"Your spiritual power is too low."
Xifeng punched him in the fist, Qingyuan stopped talking.
"Humph." Seeing the west wind, it was almost time to take back the fake dragon, and the runes were instantly turned to ashes. She listened to the movements ahead, and many people had already entered the store.
The teahouses favored by the Dragons and Gods will naturally attract many people. What kind of red hair monsters will be beautified as Fuze Xiaoxian.
"Let's go to live in an inn and come out at night to catch the carp demon."
Xifeng found a cheap inn and went to bed to sleep. I have been catching monsters for so many years, just like monsters, they always come out day and night, and can sleep when they can sleep, otherwise they will lose their energy when they catch up with monsters.
After a while she fell asleep, Xiaohuo thought Qingyuan had to clean the floor again and then lay down on the beams of the room. Who wants him to put the broom from the last town to this town and put it aside? Go out.
Seeing his small fire always following the west wind, he was surprised and said: "Where are you going, Lord Qinglong?"
"Go pick peaches."
"Peach?" Xiao Huo pinched his finger, and it was only April, just after the peach flowering period, just became a small green fruit?
But Qingyuan has disappeared.
Xifeng slept into the evening and woke up to see the house was empty. He felt something was missing in an instant, and thought that Qingyuan was not there. She screamed, but did not see him appear. When she screamed again, she saw Xiao Huo jumped from the room beam. As soon as the fire landed, Xiaohuo said angrily: "Why do you only look for him, not me, and I'm gone."
I never thought of looking for its west wind to vigorously pat its head: "Because you are more reliable than Qingyuan."
Xiaohuo immediately showed her face: "Not really."
"Where did he go?"
"It's to pick you peaches for you."
"Where are there peaches in April?" The west wind shook his head, his head dizzy, and went to wash his face, intending to track down the carp monster.
She took the fish scale from the sachet and put it into the water. The red fish scales like a drop of red ink gradually spread out in the water, as the ink splashed under the pen slowly stained the pot of water.
A red and white koi carp was gradually reflected in the basin, and a young man sat cross-legged on the back of the fish, slowly moving through the clouds.
The man's face was very beautiful, with long hair untied, scattered around his waist, and the ink was like clouds, making his skin paler.
I wonder if someone was spying on him. He suddenly raised his head and met Westwind's gaze.
When the west wind was startled, the man had no eyes, only two black holes. The two deep black holes, but also like a pair of eyes, stared at her coldly.
"Stop it!" Xiaohuo roared and sprayed fire into the basin, instantly drying the water in the basin. The fish staring coldly at the west wind in the basin also disappeared.
Those "eyes" are really sorrowful people. If he gets a little later, he will most likely jump out of the basin following her spy and eat her. Xifeng couldn't help but fear, she covered her heart and said: "This monster is hard to deal with."
"Well, there are tens of thousands of years of cultivation to say less. You and I are not opponents. Where did Lord Qinglong go?"
"I know." Xifeng remembered where Qingyuan had gone, and he went to pick peaches.
Pick the flat peach.
He said that her hair was dry and yellow, and then said she would pick her peach for nourishment.
She thought it was a joke, unexpectedly, it was true.
Xifeng remembered another thing. Since he wanted to pick the flat peach, it means ...
Finally returned to that place.
I wonder how sensational Jiuxiao will be.
I don't know ... Westwind looks out of the window, his eyes long.
I don't know, how many little fairies will throw flowers at him and call him Brother Qinglong.