The grandmother of Baihualou saw that it was not a dead person, so she walked out with joy and called the girl to go. That night, Shen Zhong'an detoxified, woke up from the sandalwood tent with a sour body, and found that he was entangled with two charming beauties around him, he was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body, and quickly jumped off the bed with a scream.

The beauty woke up, got up with a smile and went to Shen Zhong'an, and shouted in a coquettish voice: "Son, you were so powerful last night......" Shen Zhong'an suddenly blushed with shame, pulled his shirt, hurriedly put it on his body, and then rushed out and returned to the cold mansion in a panic.

In the cold mansion, Han Moyu has not slept yet. She took off her blue coarse cloth gown, leaving only the white undershirt underneath, and sat in front of the huge vanity mirror looking at herself, touching the scarlet rosary on her chest with one hand.

Her originally white porcelain-like face slowly regained a trace of blood, the vine pattern of the blue demon had faded a lot, and her eyes had changed from blood red to a deep maroon red. It's just that the snow-white and fluffy hair on her head is still on her head, and the pink pointed ears with white fluff make her still look like a monster.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and an indescribable sadness welled up in her heart. She turned out to be a monster. How could a youkai like her be happy with a mortal? It is said in the story that if such a monster is with a human, it will inevitably be punished by God and bring misfortune to that person.

Han Moyu closed his eyes and shed a tear. No matter what, I still can't be with you! Long Imperial ...... She felt her heart tremble, and it hurt her. She still couldn't easily accept the fact that she was a youkai and not a human.

Fu Changyu was attracted by an aura full of temptation, and unconsciously walked to the door of the main hall of Liuyunju where Han Moyu lived. He was about to push the door in with a look on his face, but he was startled by a clearer aura. Without the cover of demonic energy, the aura on Han Moyu's body is heavier, just like a strange honey fruit paid tribute from the south, bubbling outwards and constantly exuding a sweet and alluring atmosphere; This temptation was so deadly that Fu Changyu followed her as if she had a demonic barrier, and a heart was ready to stab her heart, peel off her flesh, and pull the aura out of her body.

Fu Changyu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, tried to suppress his impulsive heart, and then retracted the hand that pushed the door. Ever since he had obtained the Ice Blade, he had found that whenever he encountered such an aura, his blood would begin to boil and surge, making him unable to resist the urge to cut open that person's heart.

Today, this aura is getting stronger and stronger, and it is surprisingly thick. That aura attracted Fu Changyu, making his heart beat wildly, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. What is different from usual is that the source of the aura this time is not a point, but a three-dimensional surface, like a huge net enveloping the entire Liuyunju compound.

Fu Changyu slowly took a few steps back, and then looked up at the temple where Han Moyu lived. The aura leaked through the roof tiles and leaked out of the temple, shooting out a series of shining lights. Even the air above the temple seemed to be dancing, and it was distinct in the light of the moon. Above the temple, the aura formed a wide, bright ribbon that connected from the master bedroom to the other house. The two houses seem to echo each other, and the aura is sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

Fu Changyu frowned, trying to suppress the fanatical killing impulse in his heart, followed the direction of the aura, walked to the other house in the courtyard, and pushed open the door. Inside, the lights are bright. Sitting cross-legged with his back to the gate was a little monk in Tsing Yi, and when he saw someone coming in, he stopped the beads he was twisting in his hand and turned around.

It was the little monk that Fu Changyu brought from Xiangji Temple, Nian Qing. I saw him turn around, slowly stand up, and look at Fu Changyu with a pair of perceptive eyes.

Fu Changyu's forehead was bruised, and he walked in front of the little monk Nian Qing with his sword full of anger, grabbed him by the collar and shouted, "What do you want to do?!" ”

The little monk Nian Qing showed a lotus-like smile and asked innocently, "Have you finally come to kill me?" "As if the question was not about the bloody killings, but about the pleasant question of whether the flowers in the yard were blooming. Fu Changyu was stunned, his anger disappeared without a trace, he let go of his hand, and the little monk Nianqing fell to the ground.

The little monk Nianqing slowly got up from the ground and continued to smile and said, "From the first time I saw you, I knew that you would be the one who came to take my life. And Han Moyu is the one who can save me. It's a pity that the master miscalculated, Han Moyu is now exhausted of demonic power, but the immortal power has not yet awakened, and he can't save me at all. When he finished speaking, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his smart and clear eyes seemed to be instantly misty by the mist.

"What is the purpose of your coming to Hanfu?! Why did the aura on Han Moyu's body become heavier as soon as you came? What exactly do you want to do?! Fu Changyu clenched his sword and shouted. Just now, just as he was about to push open the door of the cold ink room, he suddenly felt the aura surging towards him like a wave, making him almost unable to suppress the urge to grab it in his heart, and almost pulled out the ice blade.

He wondered, could it be that this little monk came here, and the aura on Han Moyu's body attracted and echoed each other, so that it would grow so quickly? In any case, if the aura continues to grow like this, I'm afraid the situation will not be something he can control. Therefore, this little monk came to the Han Mansion at this time, and in Fu Changyu's opinion, he had a terrible purpose.

The little monk Nianqing saw Fu Changyu's thoughts clearly, and suddenly laughed, and put his hand into Fu Changyu's clothes. Fu Changyu was startled, and took half a step back, but saw that what the little monk Nian Qing was holding in his hand was the crystal clear ice blade.

"What do you want to do?!" Fu Changyu shouted: "Put it down!" Give it to me! The little monk Nianqing laughed softly and said, "The destiny of heaven cannot be violated. I've got an extra year to live, so why do I have to live against the sky? In this way, it will only reduce the master's yang longevity. Master treats me like my own son, how can I be so selfish and only care about my own survival......" As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the ice blade and stabbed him in the chest coldly.

Suddenly blood gushed out, staining his chest red. His brow furrowed slightly, then stretched out again, revealing a smile like a flower.