Gorgeous and unparalleled, amazing and beautiful, wandering among many young boys, he can still not touch a leaf, earn fame for himself, earn profits, and finally throw away everything because of 'love'.

Han Lang asked for money to pay for the army's salary, for the sake of justice. Luo Xiaomei gave up all his property, and in the end there was only one set of singing outfits left, he returned to the theater again, sang a classic for everyone in the audience, and all the finances received were sent to Han Lang.

As the song goes, day by day, the corners of the eyes gradually have fine lines, the body gradually loses weight, and the bright eyes gradually dim.

Han Lang began to emerge, and was valued by his superiors, valued by his relatives, and was regarded by his subordinates as a good official who was willing to die. The young man was full of spirits, kept climbing up, stepping on the mountains of gold and silver that his lover had piled up for him, and finally stood on the top of the gold mountain, and saw another pure beauty like paper, and suddenly the three souls were hooked off two souls, and the marriage was completed quickly.

On the day of the wedding of this influential person of the year, ten miles of red makeup, rows of cars, and a one-stop greeting procession circled the city. The whole city ran to watch, and they saw the handsome man get on his horse with his beautiful wife in his arms, and beat the horse away to the good-natured laughter of the crowd.

In the theater, which was more empty than usual, Luo Xiaomei found the red wedding dress she had sewn by herself, put them on one by one, rubbed grease and powder on the bronze mirror, put on a beautiful phoenix crown, sat on the chair in a regular manner, and took a photo with a happy smile.

Time passed, day after day, year after year, he always stood on the stage, no matter whether there was anyone in the stage or not.

Time goes by, but he doesn't know it, he is still babbling and singing on the stage, Orchid Finger is as good-looking as in previous years, and there is no wrinkle on his face, as if there is still a noisy cheer in the audience, and the old man who is obsessed with him desperately throws gold and silver on the stage.

The Han family is developed, and it has been blessed with countless resources and wealth from the beginning, as if it was lucky to draw a full-level online game novice as soon as it came up, and it can break out of a wide road by rampage.

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"There is an ancestral training in the family, there are evil ghosts living in this theater, and this golden Buddha is worshiped by my Han family from generation to generation, just wait for your evil ghost to appear and take you down. Mr. Han showed a victor's smile, and he said softly, "It's just that my Han family has guarded it for so many years, and I can't see it every time, but fortunately, this time the sky pays off." ”

The expression on his face distorted for a moment, and Mr. Han said bitterly: "Actually, I don't want to do this, it's just, it's just that you are not a serious person after all, and I had a lot of compulsions back then." Luo Xiaomei, you shouldn't exist in this world......"

Although the stunner is beautiful, the outside world is even more vast, how can he be tied up by a mere stunner.

Men always have to choose between the country and the beauty, there is only one country, but there are thousands of beauties, he is worried about this matter until he dies, at this time the descendants of the family are finally completed, and he also said what he wanted to say with the help of the body of the juniors, and the obsession finally disappeared.

The butterfly in the body flew out again, and when it flew into the air, its wings suddenly broke off, and the beautiful butterfly wings fluttered and fell in the air, and finally floated in front of Mr. Han, and 'snapped' to the other party's forehead and disappeared.

"What the hell?" Mr. Han touched his forehead in horror, then looked at Li Qingming, and said in fear, "Sir, you are a person with real skills, help me." No matter what you ask, my Han family can take it out!"

Hearing this, Fu Xuan glanced at Li Qingming embarrassedly, leaned over and explained in a whisper: "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't find out in advance, this Han family's power is not mainly in this city, I thought his family was just an ordinary family, I didn't expect such a strong foundation......"

"I don't blame you, it's inevitable. Li Qingming said with a smile, "Does this Mr. Han know that taking people's money is like taking people's lives and harming people's parents?" He showed an expression that seemed to be smiling, looked at Mr. Han with a frightened face, and patiently explained, "That thing won't harm your life, don't worry, you will definitely live a healthy life." ”

The ghost-faced butterfly is said to be extremely rare and very evil, but this is different in Li Qingming's eyes, he feels that the beautiful butterfly is not real, but a kind of resentment and ghostly incarnation. Back then, Luo Xiaomei poured all her family wealth into Han Lang's military exploits and glory, but now Luo Xiaomei has turned into a complaining ghost, but the Han family still wants to kill him. Those poignant stories that can't be asked for are destined to exist only in the play, and the reality is so red and fruitful, that people have to accept it.

The mournful and desolate drama was sung on the stage again, with the coordination of gongs and drums, and the tone flickered far and near in the ears, which sounded extremely unreal. Mr. Han knelt on the ground and shook his body in pain, but when he slowly came back to his senses and found that his body was no different, his face immediately changed, and he didn't care about Li Qingming and the others left quickly. Fortunately, this time the door could be opened easily, and there was still warm sunlight outside, which made Mr. Han slowly feel that he was still alive.

In the theater, Li Qingming listened to the play seriously, and Zhang Beibei next to him also opened the paper bag, took out the same snacks, stuffed a piece into Li Qingming's mouth from time to time, and ate the rest by himself. Two hundred and five can't appreciate this kind of tune sung with his voice hanging, but this doesn't prevent him from admiring Li Qingming's side face while eating snacks, looking at it, he feels that this person is better looking than a painting, why is he so good-looking? Well, it's because he likes the other party, and the other party likes him.

After eating the snack, she took out a water bottle and poured it with water, Zhang Beibei poured a cup for Li Qingming, and asked in a low voice: "It's not too early, do we still want to continue listening to the play?"

"Wait. Li Qingming curled the corners of his lips and smiled meaninglessly.

It's finally dark outside, but the people who live in the city have left their homes and appeared on the streets, for whom the nightlife has just begun. It's just that this theater seems to have a curtain on the outside, and no one wants to come in.

In the shadows, a trace of black gas began to spread, leading down the theater's doors, cloisters, windows, and so on.

took out the leaves of the leafless tree and threw them out, protecting Fu Xuan and a few ordinary people, Li Qingming pulled Zhang Beibei to continue watching the play, and he said in a low voice: "It's here." As early as the moment he saw Luo Xiaomei, Li Qingming knew that he was not a ghost, and he must have helpers, otherwise he would not have been able to hide for so many years without being discovered by the Han family.

A cloud of black mist surrounded the stage, and Luo Xiaomei, who was standing in it, was like a white lotus in the mud, swaying gently with the wind, I don't know if there were stains on it. Li Qingming looked at the surrounding black fog and said lightly: "It's out." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, those black mist rolled up, and several big-bellied men came out of it, but the men in uniform, they came to Luo Xiaomei's side with a smile, tore the costume on his body, and someone used rough fingers to grind his jelly-like lips, and soon made bright red blood, everyone laughed, and their movements became more and more bold.

I don't know when there were many more people under the stage, they were all wearing costumes with a sense of age, and they just looked at the stage with straight eyes, without the slightest reaction.

More and more blood was spilled, and Luo Xiaomei was like a beautiful doll full of blood, gradually torn apart and fell onto the stage like a rag. Those people stepped on Luo Xiaomei's slender snow-white legs with their feet, imprinted a footprint on them, laughed and prepared to leave.

In the thick color of blood, Luo Xiaomei's soul quickly came to his senses, and he pounced on one of them with a hideous face, and his hands made a cyan mark on the other's neck. The man was so frightened that he peed his pants, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and quickly spit out the truth: "Spare me, spare me, I have no choice but to blame Han Lang, he thinks that you have been singing to embarrass him, and he doesn't want his father-in-law's family to know about your existence, so ......"

In fact, what Han Lang said was even more cruel than this, he wanted this group of people to abuse and kill Luo Xiaomei, and he would be seen clearly by everyone under the stage, so that he could turn into a powerful ghost and not be reincarnated, and then use magic weapons to destroy him in one fell swoop.

"Han Lang...... I don't know it's such a person. Luo Xiaomei looked at the living person in front of him, he had already turned into a fierce and hideous appearance, but he showed a very beautiful smile, stretched out his hand and pulled out the other party's soul, and tore it apart in a few clicks.

Everyone present didn't survive, they were torn apart by Luo Xiaomei, and the yin qi gathered in this place was also absorbed by him, I don't know how many years have passed, he was finally able to turn into a beautiful butterfly, and he also regained his senses, and often sang on the stage.

Looking at Luo Xiaomei, who appeared on the stage with small broken steps, his face was greased and powdered, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his eyes were shining, his fingers were slender and orchid fingers were curled, and there were thousands of styles in his eyes, Li Qingming sighed fiercely, and then he knew that the truth of the year was like this. But this is just the truth that Luo Xiaomei showed them, so what did Han Lang really think? It is hard to imagine that a person can be cold-blooded to such an extent, as the saying goes, a bad wife cannot be bullied, Luo Xiaomei has paid so much for him, but in exchange for such a cold heart.

"Boss. Zhang Beibei finally understood when he saw this scene, he felt that Luo Xiaomei was very pitiful, and thought about it differently, if he faced Li Qingming like that, he would have wanted to die first, if Li Qingming treated himself like that, he shook his head fiercely, that kind of thing would not happen at all.

Finally got up from the seat, Li Qingming walked to the front of the stage, his fingertips flashed and quickly drew a talisman, and the talisman disappeared when it touched the stage. The entire stage began to collapse as if it had been burned from the place where Li Qingming touched it, turning into a cloud of yin qi, and the audience under the stage also disappeared one by one. The corpse lying on the stage, Luo Xiaomei's gorgeous costume, and beautiful makeup are all slowly disappearing and turning into a cloud of yin qi.

Finally, in the yin qi, a beautiful ghost-faced butterfly fluttered its wings and flew out, but his wings were broken, and it was very difficult to fly, and it was up and down in mid-air for a long time before it finally flew in front of Li Qingming and landed in his palm.

The author has something to say: an extremely cold breath invaded the body from the palm of his hand, Li Qingming hooked the corners of his lips, mobilized the yang energy in his body to offset the yin energy, and when the ghost-faced butterfly trembled and wanted to fly away, he took out a spinning top to trap the ghost-faced butterfly.

The original gorgeous theater has changed a lot at this time, although the auditorium is well maintained, but you can still see the traces of time, the position of the stage has been replaced by a modern stage, and there are many modern machines around, it seems that the Han family has been rectifying this theater, only because Luo Xiaomei has not really been eliminated, so the theater can not be opened to the public.

After looking around, Li Qingming took back the leaves of the leafless tree and left with everyone.

Back in the restaurant, Li Qingming released the half-winged butterfly and let him land on the counter with his wings shaking constantly, and he didn't pay attention to it.

He has to go to Han's house again tomorrow, and things are definitely not so simple. Why did Luo Xiaomei turn into a butterfly, this is not a beautiful story like Liang Zhu, people are people, they must not become anything else for no reason, and the same is true for the soul, otherwise the underworld will be in chaos.

But you can ask this ghost-faced butterfly to go on stage again. 166 Reading Network