Based on their existing knowledge of the Xiusha Ghost and the Nai Ghost Demon, Mian Fence and Mi Yan and Wen Ling have developed a set of battle strategies.

The spells of the Xiusha ghost are mainly attacked, and the Nai ghost is mainly defended.

When the Nai Demon performs the Shadow Technique, as long as you can control yourself from looking at half of its face, you can temporarily avoid being hurt by it.

Therefore, the three of them plan to temporarily cast a spell to seal their vision, so that they will completely prevent being injured by the ghost of Nai's dark face, so that the three of them can free up their hands to concentrate on dealing with the demon cultivator.

But just as the three of them were about to seal their vision, something unexpected happened.

The ghost retreated to the side and sat down on the spot, looking ready to watch and stop shooting.

The three of them looked at each other, all puzzled.

Although I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the ghost gourd, it really wants to stand by like this, at least the three of them don't have to seal their vision, so that they will have a better chance of winning in a battle with the Xiusha ghost.

The four fangs that gradually emerged from the cultivator in front of it were finally fully formed, one on the left and one on the left and one

The teeth look thick and large, full of anger, and the tips of the teeth are as sharp as icicles, and there are sticky saliva dripping down the sharps, which are sharp weapons for biting prey.

Under the moonlit night, the cultivator ghost was like a hungry ancient beast, opening its mouth wide and raising its head to the sky to let out a deafening roar.

Then it bared its teeth, revealing its ferocious face, and rushed with the bloodthirsty desires of its predator to pounce on the three sleeping hedges opposite.

As they got closer, they could see the new sharpness of its mouth.

Mi Yan's expression changed drastically: "Be careful, it has fangs!"

I didn't have time to think about it, at the moment when the fangs of the Xiusha ghost cut vertically down towards the bodies of the three people, the three of them cast a spell and retreated, but the speed of the Xiusha ghost was extremely fast, except for Mi Yan's timely and successful withdrawal, the sleeping fence and the Wenling were both bitten by the Xiusha ghost.

I am being held in my mouth!

The ghost aura around the Xiusha ghost is majestic and rich, diffusing and overflowing, and I only heard it say slowly: "I have always been very particular about eating, but this time I will make an exception for you, but you have the blood of the ancestor in your body, but I don't know if after I eat you, will I no longer be afraid of human beings as the rumors say, if this is the case, then I have to thank you for taking the initiative to send it to the door tonight." ”

A burst of unbridled laughter followed.

Xiusha ghost said again: "Don't worry, the pain of being eaten is extremely short, I only need to bite off your neck, tear your flesh, and then chew your flesh and drink your blood, and you will never be conscious!"

The cultivator raised his head, and the sleeping fence and the smell spirit slid down the inner wall of the big mouth to the place close to the deep throat, and a turbid and fishy smell came to his nose.

Wen Ling, who was beside the sleeping fence, snorted twice, and was directly fainted by the stench.

The whole person was stunned at this time.

This breath is all too familiar to her......

This is the breath that can only come from biting and devouring too much flesh.

In a trance, Mian Fence seemed to see some pictures of the moon fence in the past.

Only this time, she is not a bystander, but a chronicler in the middle of it.

At this moment, she is the moon fence!

In an ancestral hall-like hall, there are utensils, towels and other things necessary for the ceremony, and the doors and windows are simply decorated with white jade satin, which looks more solemn and prudent.

As the night darkens, the candles are lit one by one, and the room instantly brightens up as day.

This scene has been seen in the consciousness of the moon fence before.

This is the night of the moon fence and the ceremony.

Unlike human rituals, ghosts usually take place during the day, but ghosts do it at night.

The sleeping fence, which was a moon fence, slowly walked in under the gaze of everyone in the house.

These people who are looking at her are all members of the Xiang clan, and they are also the food she will devour after half a pillar of incense.

Like the human harmony ceremony, before the hairpin is inserted, the moon fence must go through the rituals such as opening ceremony, guest cup, first addition, and one bow.

Because Yueli was born in a ghost field and has no parents, her personnel arrangements for the ceremony are much more casual.

When it is the turn to insert the hairpin, the guest of honor to perform the hairpin insertion is the Fuxue Gongzi who planted the moon fence.

Although Fu Xue and Xiangyu have different appearances, they are both children of the Xiang clan in the end, and they have the same soul in their bodies, so the sleeping fence that acts as a moon fence at this moment has a cordial sense of familiarity when facing him.

She looked at Fu Xue dressed in a white jade-colored brocade robe, with a black jade crown on her head, slowly walking towards her step by step.

He walked freely and leisurely, as if he was a hermit who had descended from a fairyland with mountain streams and springs, surrounded by the breath of fairy blossoms.

A pair of inky black and deep eyes, no longer the unpredictable fog and smoke, but clear and thorough, at a glance.

Fu Xue walked up to the moon fence and stopped.

Mian Liang watched him hold the fence hairpin, leaned over slightly, and then raised his hand to slowly insert the fence hairpin on the head of the moon fence.

The familiar fragrance of light tea instantly entered the mouth and nose of the sleeping fence, and Fu Xue's face was extremely close to the moon fence, as long as she raised her head slightly, she could touch it.

Under the bright candle flame, his skin was like lychee pulp, which could be broken by blowing, the fine fluff on it was white and clear, his eyebrows and eyes were elegant and picturesque, and his lips were ......

Mian Li raised his head slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but trace on it.

The lips are as thin as cicada wings, the color is fresh and tender, and the shape of the lips is like a curved leaf of bluegrass, beautiful and elegant.

I just don't know, if you taste it, what will it be like?

As soon as Mian Liang thought like this, an extremely unfamiliar but unusually familiar picture flashed in his mind.

It was a clear and moonlit night, under the crown of a huge white and luxuriant hedge flower, Fu Xue was dressed in a white jade robe, a brocade couch, lying flat, and resting with his eyes closed.

He was surrounded by scattered white hedge petals, one arm clasped behind his head, the other hand resting at random, and a few jars of drunk wine in his hand.

Fu Xue's white face was half sideways, quiet as a child.

At this moment, a figure swayed behind the thick trunk, and the shadow cast on the ground gradually became clear as the figure moved slowly.

Immediately after, a figure stepped out from behind the trunk.

It's a moon fence.

Yue Liang deliberately slowed her steps, tiptoeing step by step in front of Fu Xue, she carefully leaned down and softly called "Childe".

Fu Xue did not move, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

At this time, Yueli completely squatted down, put her hands on her cheeks, and began to stare intently at the sleeping beautiful boy under the moonlight.

Her stunning face was full of obsessive admiration, and her fawn-like eyes gradually turned into deep intoxication.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden stillness at this moment.

The colorful falling flowers above his head and the crisp cicadas behind him are far less than the quiet sleeping face of the man in front of him.

By the gods, her lips had touched the softness of the two petals.