Author: Yue Izumo

This kind of accident is like watching an excerpt of a play. I thought it would end with a happy full moon, but suddenly, the man died and the woman died for her love. Or two enemies met each other in battle. They thought it was either you or me, but suddenly

The two of us got along very well with each other.

An unexpected twist.

Just, quite suddenly!

Just now she was greeting the young man in white, but suddenly she started to move her hands up and down her mouth in return.

Even the first moment I lowered my lips, I never expected that I would take the initiative to kiss a stranger, even though he looked pretty and delicious.

One can imagine how shocked the boy in white was!

Her behavior is undoubtedly that of a deceitful person.

But right now, there is no other way.

After all, demons are not human beings. Even if they cultivate human bodies, they will still have demonic aura to some extent. Although ordinary people cannot detect it, demon subduing masters like her who practice Taoism can detect it.

However, although Yuyuan was getting closer and closer, she did not feel a trace of evil spirit.

This is outrageous.

She must not let this monster escape. Only by luring him close can she succeed with one move.

Soft lips touch lightly.

The boy's hand, which was imprisoned by the painting corner, trembled slightly, obviously angry, but he was unable to resist at all.

Huajiao raised his eyes and met the young man's eyes.

He frowned, a shadow flashed in his autumn-like eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if butterfly wings were gently flapping.

The painting corner was lost for a moment.

That should be the charm of Yuyuan Red Line.

The wind blows, petals are flying all over the sky, and the pendant on the earlobe suddenly shakes, waking up the painting corner.

She stared hard and pushed the boy in white away.

He was caught off guard. If he hadn't been leaning against the peach tree, he would have fallen to the ground. In shock and anger, he raised his eyes and saw Jiang Huajiao's wide sleeves flying, and his slender hands came out from the bottom of the sleeves and grabbed him in the air.

He only heard a scream, and the air flow around him surged wildly.

Huajiao flicked her other hand, and there was a piece of yellow talisman paper between her fingers. She silently recited a spell and patted it down. A man in colorful clothes suddenly appeared, his face turned red because Huajiao pinched his neck.

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"You...you are actually a demon master?" He stared at the corner of the painting and struggled desperately to ask.

The painting corner sneered: "You have been hit by my appearance charm, and you will no longer be able to be invisible for a while. Tell me, where is your evil spirit?"

Yu Yuan smiled coquettishly, and his face suddenly became a bit charming: "I was born with a demonic aura, but when I leave, there is no trace."

Huajiao couldn't laugh or cry, he was almost dead, but he still had time to recite poems.

Hua Jiao shook him hard and threw him to the ground, scolding him coldly: "It's so hard to talk."

Yu Yuan was knocked backwards, struggled to get up, and looked at the corner of the painting with a charming look on his face: "It's just a coincidence, it's gone naturally."

After saying this, the fingers of both hands changed, and several red threads burst out from the fingertips, like strands, wrapped around the corner of the painting like a net.

Huajiao sneered and took two steps back. He raised his hand and pushed. A ball of white light escaped from his palm and was about to hit Yuyuan. Suddenly he felt his fingers being tightened. He lowered his eyes and saw that red lines pointed at him at some point.

The red lines are connected together.

Yuyuan pulled hard, and a sharp pain spread from the fingertips of Huajiao to his heart.

Yuyuan smiled proudly: "The golden steps on the temples are swaying, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. What about the demon master, he also has seven emotions and six desires, so don't miss the beautiful scenery at this beautiful time."

His fingers flexibly moved the red threads, turning and twisting them from time to time, as if there was an invisible shuttle traveling between the red threads. Soon, the thousands of red threads intertwined in warp and weft under his hands, gradually turning into a bright red brocade.

Blossoming peach blossoms fall on the red line and are woven along the way, forming a natural pattern.

He turned his wrist, and the soft and smooth red brocade filled the air like mist, rushing towards the corner of the painting.

A single red thread can captivate a person's mind, and a brocade made of thousands of red threads can be used to deal with her, but it actually looks good on her.

I didn't dare to be careless when drawing corners, so I quickly closed my eyes and concentrated my thoughts.

When he opened his eyes again, Yu Yuan was gone, only the boy in white was leaning against the peach blossom tree alone.

He put on red makeup, which was originally as light as smoke, but now looked like a colored ink painting, and his appearance was stunning.

She walked towards him as if she was bewitched.

The red brocade in the forest is fluttering in the wind.

Yuyuan sat cross-legged under the tree, grinning sadly: "Shili Hongzhuang, you have wasted a lot of my red thread, I hope your lust will be more intense, otherwise I will lose money."

A faint smoke-like aura of lust curled up. Yu Yuan smiled with satisfaction and raised his head to greedily absorb it.

Suddenly, a red shadow spun and rose into the sky from the red brocade curtain. With a push from the palm, a white light shot toward Yu Yuan.

Yuyuan was startled and almost choked.

He hurriedly pulled the red thread to avoid the sharp blow from the corner of the painting.

The character's face is full of youth, but his brows are full of murderous intent.

"The fox demon's charm skills have never moved my aunt, but with these tattered red threads of yours..." Huajiao gritted his teeth coldly, "You are trying to make me emotional!"

Yu Yuan looked at the corner of the painting in shock and saw that her left palm had been punctured and was bleeding.

Huajiao tore off a piece of fabric from the corner of her skirt and slowly wrapped it around her palm.

Yuyuan pulled the red thread with both hands and took advantage of the situation to attack.

The dark wind came in an instant.

Huajiao rolled around on the ground, barely avoiding Yu Yuan's attack, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yu Yuan rushing toward the boy in white.

The young man was leaning against the trunk of the peach blossom tree, his figure was shaky, and he was obviously unable to dodge.

Huajiao endured the pain, stretched out her hand to support herself on the ground, and jumped up. While she was still in the air, she stretched out her hand to touch her bun, and with a sudden tug, pulled out the hairpin that bound her hair.

It was an ordinary jade hairpin. The head of the hairpin was carved into the shape of a pipa. It looked dull and unpretentious. However, when she held the hairpin in her hand and swung it in the wind, the jade hairpin suddenly turned into a radiant light and turned into a pipa in an instant.

Curved neck and pear body, gorgeous and dazzling.

She stretched out her finger and flicked it, and clear music sounded.

It was melodious and pleasant, but it was like a blade of wind stirring up the air current in the forest and attacking Yuyuan with murderous intent.

The peach blossoms on the branches could not withstand the fluctuations in the air flow, and the whole flowers fell down, spreading all over the ground in an instant.

Yuyuan rushed to the young man in white, his hands were in the form of claws, and red threads were wrapped around his neck and wrists. Just as he was about to exert force, when he heard the music, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and he could no longer take a step closer.

He held the pipa vertically in the corner of the painting and pressed the strings with his left hand. His brows and eyes were full of fierce murderous aura. He moved his right hand and only heard a few slight noises. The red line on Yuyuan's fingertips had been cut off by the wind blade.

Without stopping, Yu Yuan's exposed skin was scratched several times by the wind blade amid the clanging music, and no trace of it was left intact.

He screamed and rolled to the ground, and invisible evil energy escaped overwhelmingly.

He lifted his jade fingers lightly, and a soft final sound curled away.

She put away her pipa, strolled forward, and stared at Yu Yuan coldly: "As far as I know, even a thousand-year-old demon cannot hide the demonic energy completely. How did you do it? And who gave the advice?

your?"

Although Yu Yuan's body was covered with cuts and bruises, the charm on his brows remained unchanged, and the demon said with a demon spirit: "You demon masters, you have killed so many demons for thousands of years, you just wait and go from now on."

In the end, your life will not be easy anymore."

Yu Yuan laughed proudly, suddenly opened his mouth and spat out the demon pill, crushing it into pieces.

Huajiao was startled, but it was too late.

Yu Yuan's body quickly shrunk and turned into a volume in an instant.

Huajiao leaned over and picked it up, never expecting that Yu Yuan's true form was actually a book. No wonder he spoke poetry. Could it be a collection of poems?

She opened a page casually, glanced at it, and was stunned.

There are indeed poems, but they are not collections of poems, but erotic pictures with verses.

Yu Yuan's real body is actually an erotic picture, no wonder he is keen on leading people's red lines.

Looking at the corner of the picture album, I saw that the painting style of the album was gorgeous and the characters were vivid and vivid. I couldn't help but take a second look. I was about to turn another page when I caught a glimpse of the boy in white.

He was half-leaning under the tree in white clothes. His hands were tightly tied with dense red threads and tied behind his back. His neck was also wrapped with red threads. He looked very embarrassed, as if he was a piece of fish on the table. However, the fish meat was clearly visible.

Poor, but staring at her with an indescribable look.

In the corner of the painting, he suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, dressed in splendid red clothes when he was bewitched by Yu Yuan.

Huajiao's heart froze, he closed the book in embarrassment, coughed lightly, and handed it over.

"Do you want a book of poems?" She said calmly, and took it back without waiting for him to speak, "However, even though he has revealed his true form, after all, he once cultivated into a monster. What if he cultivates into a monster again one day?

Aren't you in danger? It's better for me to save you."
To be continued...