Zhao Xingyuan lowered his head, gently took the hand on the crook of his arm, and let go like discarding garbage: "I'm not Fan Junrui, this young lady, is there anything wrong with me?"

The tone is as cold as a winter day outside the window.

A trace of surprise flashed in the mountain ghost's eyes, but he still didn't retreat, and climbed up again: "Look at me, don't I look good?"

The woman's voice seemed to have a hook, whispering softly in her ear, Zhao Xingyuan's eyes deepened, the smile on the corners of her lips converged, and the color of displeasure became more and more obvious, this was a look of anger, and the assistant on the side saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull the woman away.

The woman turned her head, her eyes were full of affection, and she sent an autumn wave to the assistant.

The mountain ghost had the charm bead hidden in her eyes, and when the assistant saw her eyes, he was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, the mountain ghost smiled lightly, looked at Zhao Xingyuan, and showed his eyes that were bound to win.

This movement is not small, many people look here, after all, the protagonist of the banquet is here, in the early years Zhao Xingyuan's 'monk' reputation was outside, everyone regarded him as a pure heart and few desires, and now he is staged a scene of infatuated men and women, more or less, attracting the attention of the guests to gather here.

Rain poured in from the crowd.

Falling rain in a red dress like fire, long hair loosely pulled up, sideburns decorated with sparkling diamonds, she was already very beautiful, now dressed to attend, red lips delicate, skin better than snow, narrow eyes with rouge, like a knife wrapped in honey, it seems that this beauty is aggressive.

The beauty is glamorous, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Luo Yu walked to Zhao Xingyuan's side, and said dissatisfied: "You seduce Zhao Xingyuan so openly, you really don't take me seriously!"

The current monsters, have they all eaten the gall of the ambitious leopard?

The mountain ghost sneered, grabbed Zhao Xingyuan's wrist and didn't let go: "Everyone is watching, what can you do to me?"

A thin vine, when no one knew, climbed up Zhao Xingyuan's shoulder, only a stone's throw away from the mouthpiece of his neck.

The stingers on the vines, with their lingering aroma, also carry a deadly threat.

The mountain ghost took Zhao Xingyuan as a threat, and he didn't dare to act rashly when it rained.

In the face of the confrontation between the two women, the surrounding melon-eating crowd was very excited, the flash clicked, and there were actually media secretly photographed, I don't know what the headlines of Haicheng Finance will be written tomorrow.

Only Zhao Xingyuan looked very calm, he seemed to laugh at himself: "Zhao someone can't see a little private matter on the table, let you laugh, stay with me for a while." ”

The three of them moved to the lounge, and the mountain ghost first discussed: "You and I each take a step back, I won't kill Zhao Xingyuan, borrow his soul and soul, and you don't meddle in this matter." ”

Falling rain seems to have heard some funny joke: "Wishful thinking, daydreaming." This person is mine, and you can't touch a single hair of him. ”

The mountain ghost's eyes showed a hideous color, and the vines stabbed towards Zhao Xingyuan's neck.

How could Luoyu let this kind of thing happen, grabbed the vines, pulled them hard, the vines were torn to pieces, the mountain ghost screamed in pain, and shot even more ruthlessly, as cunning as her, not to Luoyu, but towards Zhao Xingyuan, who was a mortal, stretched out his claws and grabbed his throat.

How could Zhao Xingyuan let her get her wish, he had practiced sanda since he was a child, and he also began to resist.

Luo Yu was shocked: "Don't, the claws of the mountain ghost, the more you resist, the more you will suffocate." ”

The mountain ghost smiled proudly, held Zhao Xingyuan in front of him, and prepared to jump from the second floor.

Outside the window is a small garden, the mountain ghost blends into the mountains and rivers and plants, and in a blink of an eye, there is no trace, if she is allowed to run, it will be difficult to find it again.

But at this moment, Zhao Xingyuan struggled violently and broke free from the claws of the mountain ghost.

At this time, not only the mountain ghosts and falling rain were surprised, but Zhao Xingyuan was also very surprised, these spirits in the mountains have the ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea, how can they compete with mere mortals, but he just easily broke free from the shackles of the mountain ghosts, and also grabbed them with a backhand, tied the hands of the mountain ghosts behind him, and couldn't move.

The mountain ghost wanted to make the strategy escape, but her spell had no effect on Zhao Xingyuan.

Seeing this, Luo Yu smiled: "It turns out that you are not only immune to my spells, but also to the spells of the mountain ghosts." ”

The mountain ghost struggled to no avail, and sat down on the ground in despair, and actually shed tears.

Luoyu looked at the mountain ghost for a long time, and felt something strange: "Although the mountain ghost is called a ghost, it is a guardian god, I see that you are not shallow, you have great merits, and it is not easy to practice, why do you want to kill people." ”

The mountain ghost shook his head and glanced at Zhao Xingyuan sadly: "I have collected two souls and six souls, and only one soul of yours can save Jun Rui." ”

The mountain ghost has practiced in the mountains for thousands of years, is the patron saint of Shouyang Mountain, one day the young master of the Fan family went up the mountain, met the humanoid mountain ghost, fell in love at first sight, goodbye fell in love, the mountain ghost did not want to entangle with him, but this human love is deep-rooted, and he has to be with her.

One day, Fan Junrui went up the mountain and was accidentally hit on his head by a boulder falling from the mountain and died on the spot.

Fan Junrui's life is peculiar, if you want him to be reborn, you have to take human life to counter it, one divine soul is not enough, so he is killing one, in just half a year, the only person in Haicheng who is the most yang life is left, only one Zhao Xingyuan remains.

"So you killed six people in a row just to fill the vacancy of Fan Junrui's soul?" Luo Yu was surprised: "In order to save one person, you killed six people?

Zhao Xingyuan saw the clue: "This mountain ghost likes Fan Junrui, so he is naturally willing to kill people for Fan Junrui." ”

Luoyu suddenly realized that he didn't want to be entangled, and he had already fallen in love with Fan Junrui in his heart.

The mountain ghost was told the central matter, and tears immediately rippled: "I and him, this is not a person, he is just a mortal, only a hundred years of life, birth, old age, sickness and death, I don't want to entangle with him, but he came up the mountain to see me, only to be hit by a boulder, ruined his life, this world, there is cause and effect, since he died for me, I also want him to live." ”

Zhao Xingyuan said in a deep voice: "But those six people are innocent. ”

The mountain ghost's eyes were red: "But how can I watch Jun Rui die, my heart is not made of stone, he comes to the mountain to find me every day, rain or shine, when I see him, my heart is full of joy, when he leaves, my heart also goes with him, if he dies, my thousand years of practice, there is no meaning, those six people are indeed harmed by my own selfishness, if there is retribution from God, just come to me." ”

The mountain ghost cried, and the crying man's heart trembled.

Luo Yu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

She spat out a bubble, wrapped the mountain ghost in it, and brought it back to Guangde Temple.

In the main hall of Guangde Temple, two copper pots have been placed, and the mountain ghost is the third copper pot, which is neatly placed in front of the Buddha shrine.

Leaning against the door of the temple, thinking of the cry of the mountain ghost, a sense of familiarity welled up in her heart, as if she had loved someone so desperately thousands of years ago.