Mr. Chen is a wealthy merchant in the town, nearly sixty years old, with a beautiful wife and concubine in the house, and he sings every day. He gave Yang Wangyue a dowry gift because he wanted this little girl to be his thirteenth concubine. Poor Yang Wangyue's uncle is away from home all year round in order to make a living, and he doesn't dare to return to his hometown these days because of the decline of the Demon Sect. The dilapidated small house in the west of the village is now only inhabited by Yang Wangyue. When Master Chen forced her to get married, no elder could come forward for her.

And the people in the same village, even if they sympathize with her, one is tied up by their own daughters, and the other dare not offend Master Chen. Yang Wangyue was forced to marry for a whole month, and she committed suicide by jumping into the river once, but no one made a sound.

Mochizuki was reborn into this little girl, and he was so surprised - with such beauty, how weak was it to live such an aggrieved appearance? In other words, even if she loses her martial arts, with this face, she can hook the men to come forward and settle this matter for her......

Compared with her, this Yang Wangyue is too useless. Now that Master Chen has come to the house to force marriage, the aunt is dragging the thin girl back, grinding her teeth and biting her ears with Mochizuki, "Don't play tricks, Master Chen has already given you enough face." ”

Mochizuki's eyes turned, and his face was slightly sucked, "Auntie, you are persecuting me like this, aren't you afraid that after I marry Master Chen, I will make you stumble?" ”

The woman froze and looked at her in surprise, she never thought that the little beauty like wood could say such a thing! However, it is not without reason.

She hesitated for a moment, and sighed when she heard Mochizuki, "Forget it, my life should be like this, and I won't struggle." At least marry Master Chen, and life can be better. You can't bully me every day......"

"Ah Yue, you have no conscience when you say this." The woman's face stiffened even more, and she grabbed Mochizuki's hand and stopped walking forward, "Auntie, this is for your good, where is bullying you?" You also know that Master Chen's family is rich and made him a concubine......"

"Auntie, what are you nervous about? I naturally know that you are good for me," Mochizuki sneered, "When I have a good future in the future, I won't forget your aunt." ”

The woman laughed dryly, looked at the girl's bright eyes, and wondered for a moment whether she was too stupid or too smart. I couldn't tell Mochizuki's intentions, and I even felt that I was a little too much this time. The woman hesitated, but Mochizuki smiled and stopped teasing her. Breaking free from the village woman's thick hand, Mochizuki's skirt was raised, and she jumped over the fence and entered the small courtyard.

Not far away, the woman heard the melodious, delicate and pitiful voice of the girl in the courtyard, "Master Chen? How did you come here in person? It's not that Mochizuki is unwilling, it's just that Mochizuki is young and has no elders by his side, and Mochizuki has a daughter's family, and he is always a little shy. Mochizuki is here to make amends for you, don't blame Mochizuki for being ignorant before......"

The words of such ironing came out of the mouth of a young girl, and immediately coaxed the already impatient old man Chen in the courtyard to smile. Yang Wangyue is a rare beauty, Chu Chu pitifully hiding in the corner and crying can arouse a man's tyrannical desire, and when she laughs and laughs freely with people, the wisps of charm at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes also make people feel pity.

It's just that in a place where Master Chen can't see, Mochizuki showed a disgusted expression. Even if she looks at the moon and falls on the plain, she will never commit to such a man. Once her fiancé was on top, and now ...... Mochizuki's eyes were slightly cold, and he immediately covered the disgust in his eyes.

After a few words, Mochizuki coaxed Master Chen down. Let the dowry giver stay in the premises for dinner, and say that he will cook it himself. The aunt who dragged Mochizuki back felt that this girl had become a little strange, and she was afraid that there was a conspiracy, but she just wanted to remind Master Chen, and thought about the "Are you afraid" that Mochizuki asked her before, so she swallowed the words back.

If Mochizuki really became Master Chen's thirteen-room concubine and provoked a thing or two in Master Chen's ears, the woman felt that she couldn't afford the consequences.

Therefore, that night, even though Mochizuki repeatedly stayed for dinner, the woman still left in a haunted spirit.

And Mochizuki stood in the small kitchen, looking at a large pot of firewood and boiling water, and thought with his chin pinched: This old man is so annoying, how can he never suffer from future troubles?

……

Dogs bark lightly, and rows of blue-gray houses are lined with dark colors in the night fog. This is the land of fish and water, walking in the village, you can smell the fragrance of rice and lotus at night, accompanied by cool water vapor. The moon was shining, and the wind was blowing quietly, shining on the group.

Led by a young man, the hair is tied with ink hairpins, a brocade robe with white satin sleeves, a belt belt, and a complex shape of the collar and cuffs. He was long and beautiful. Walking with the moonlight, leisurely, the young man in white flies, like a white crane in the clouds.

The companions behind him, several men and several women, wore the same style of white clothes as him, only the subtle moire patterns on the placket were faintly different.

This group of outstanding young men and women, walking in the village, is as bright as a pearl, so that every time the village chief takes a look, he is more cautious.

Right now, the village chief is hunched over and talking to the young man who is the leader, "...... Young Master Yang, although you haven't come back for many years, our village still keeps a house for you. We've never forgotten you. It's this house, ahem, no one has taken care of it for years, some, some ......"

The young man with outstanding appearance speaks openly, eloquently, speaks lightly, but the content is concise and clear, "The village chief has a heart." I'm just stopping by to take a look at the following, and I'm not criticizing you for anything. I wanted to say that the old house has been uninhabited for many years, so it is better to sell it, and there is no need to repair it......"

His voice was as clear as a spring, his tone was low, and when he spoke, he had a dimple on each cheek. Such a lenient and indifferent attitude made the village chief breathe a sigh of relief, and he felt that he was worthy of being a famous child.

As he was talking, the little man in white, who was respectfully following the old village chief and maintaining a polite smile, suddenly stared, pointed into the distance, and shouted urgently, "Uncle Shi, look over there!" It seems to be on fire in the west! ”

The trees and houses on both sides were dark, and the distant canopy hid a thin red light, unfolding in the eyes of everyone, the fiery red fireworks were overwhelming, and dragons and snakes were flying. The billowing smoke, the burning fire, the warm and cold color, shone in the depths of everyone's sight, and the heartbeat couldn't help but be horrified.

"It's broken! It seems to be Yang Wangyue's house! The village chief was stunned for a moment before exclaiming.

The fellow disciples and nephews behind him were in a mess, and the young man led by him was still unhurried, and nodded to the village chief, "Don't panic, I'll go and save people when I wait here." ”

In an instant, he spread his white sleeves and his body like a crane, and leaped into the long night, in stark contrast to his slow pace of speech. And his fellow disciples did not hesitate to follow him. In a few clicks, white shadows flew away. In the same place, only the village chief opened his mouth wide, and only muttered after a while, "He is worthy of being a famous disciple, how enthusiastic he is to save people between fire and water...... Yes! I have to tell the villagers to put out the fire, but don't get killed! ”

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At this time, Mochizuki was standing in the sea of fire in the courtyard, watching the fire soar into the sky with satisfaction. Around the house, Mochizuki piled up a lot of straw, and now it is burning hotly. A door was separated by a house, and in the food of everyone in the house, Mochizuki had some crotons, and now, they were banging on the door with all their strength while holding their stomachs.

Screams and cries for help came from the depths of the fire.

Mochizuki dragged out the burden he had prepared from the small kitchen, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, opened a pair of bright eyes, and smiled at the people in the sea of fire, "I'm the bad guy." I kill if I love to kill, and I set fire to what I love - and then I can go. ”

The girl, carrying a burden on her back, covered her nose with a wet handkerchief, pulled open the fence behind the yard, raised her legs, and was about to leave through the back door. But suddenly I heard clear voices coming from the front yard, one after another, "Uncle Shi, there are still people in the fire!" ”

"Well," a cool, warm, but somewhat familiar male voice sounded, "put out the fire first." ”

This, this, this voice......

Before he could figure it out, his body reacted faster than his brain, and he jumped over the fence in a few steps, grabbed the corner of the house, and sneaked into the front yard. She saw a group of men and women in front of the fire, and when she saw the fire, she did not flinch, but quickly went to put out the fire. But Mochizuki is not looking at them, but at the head of the group.

Seeing the long and straight white figure, Mochizuki's brain boomed, and he suddenly felt dizzy, soft hands and feet.

The young man standing in the fire, quiet eyes, cold, like a river, warm and not dusty. In the depths of that calm river, Mochizuki seemed to see the desert wasteland, and the silver star was rotten.

Mochizuki was lying in the corner of the house, barely able to walk. The sea of fire was bright and red, and the night was dark, and she only saw this man. It glows like it occupies all of her mind.

Yang Qing!

This person is Yang Qing!!

Mochizuki bit her lip, and her original ruthless and chic momentum was suddenly replaced by a pink girlish atmosphere. She couldn't walk, she gave up thinking, and just looked at this man stupidly: you see how good-looking this person is, with a baby face, small dimples, and bright eyes. It's exactly the same as the last time I saw it......

Perhaps her gaze was too hot, and the young man in the middle of the fire turned his head sideways and looked this way.

Yang Qing is looking at her!

was hit by the man's handsome face, the blood in the whole body flowed backwards, Mochizuki's legs were weak, and he fell to his knees. At this time, her empty thoughts came back for a minute or two, and she regretted a little: she just "killed people and set fires", and ran into Yang Qing...... With Yang Qing's temperament, shouldn't he treat her as a villain and hate her from now on?

Mochizuki was always quick-witted, and threw the burden on his back into the fire. The fire was almost burning, and she threw herself on the ground and rolled around, dusty and flames flying. After hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, she showed a pair of eyes and anxiously reached out to the person who came to ask for help, "Help! ”

Facing the young man's warm and quiet gaze.

Endure the turmoil in his heart, Mochizuki cheekily acted, "It's on fire!" Help me! ”