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In the temple, there is a man who is not elegant, but has a three-point bookish body, and is dressed in blue cedar white, kneeling and sitting by the fire.

looks very handsome, very different from Yan Chixia in Zhao Han's impression, there is no beard on her face, but with a bit of heroic and arrogant atmosphere.

He was a swordsman.

For his hand was always on the sword in front of him, and even when he knelt here, his calloused hand never left the hilt.

The pitch-black hilt of the sword exuded an intriguing sense of coldness, which was even more chilly at night, making it impossible to believe that the sword was forged from the scales of a fire unicorn.

When Zhao Han walked into the temple gate, Yan Chixia just glanced up at him, and then turned her head away with a little disdain.

Obviously, this is to treat Zhao Han as another scholar who was lured into the game by a female ghost.

Zhao Han didn't have Ning Caichen's treatment, and Yan Chixia, who didn't have a beard, really didn't even pay attention to him after seeing him.

Although he knew that this was an agreement between Yan Chixia and the tree demon grandmother, and he couldn't interfere with a "tourist" like him who walked into Lanruo Temple on his own, Zhao Han was still very embarrassed.

What about loyalty, righteousness, and jealousy?

Say that you are good-hearted and kind-hearted, and you can't bear to see people in trouble?

Is this guy in front of you really Yan Chixia?

was a little boring, seeing that Yan Chixia didn't care about herself, Zhao Han was not so bored to find boredom, and walked directly to a corner room in the broken temple to close his eyes and rest.

The cold wind blows, the weather is getting colder and colder at night, and the yin air begins to rise at night, and from time to time there will be a few eerie wolf howls outside the ruined temple, and the people who listen to it are terrified.

Unexpectedly, after Zhao Han entered this Lanruo Temple, Zhang Chujing didn't follow up, but found a nearby tree hole to shelter from the wind.

As soon as she entered, there was a glimmer of fire.

Is it Xiahou Swordsman?

She and Xiahou swordsman should have known each other, otherwise they would not have used him as an excuse when they met a female ghost.

It seems that at this time, she wants to warm up with Xiahou Swordsman?

Where the fire in the hall could not be illuminated, the cyan fire in Zhao Han's eyes gradually extinguished, and his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen into a peaceful sleep.

Yan Chixia, who didn't have a long beard, glanced at him when she saw this, and if she looked closely, she could see a strange smile from the corner of his mouth.

What is he laughing at?

Who knows!

Yan Chixia didn't speak, and Zhao Han pretended to sleep, anyway, in this broken temple, if two people who didn't know each other wanted to chat, there must be an old Jianghu who talked a lot.

Obviously, Zhao Han is not, and Yan Chixia is too lazy to take care of him.

It seems to be because I've seen too many people? Or is it because I have seen too many dead people who do not listen to persuasion?

Zhao Han didn't know, but after an hour, he knew why.

Although his eyes were closed, the subtle mana fluctuations in the outside world still did not escape Zhao Han's perception, and in the originally stable environment mixed with a trace of coldness, a cold aura suddenly surged from afar.

And in Zhao Han's ears, there was also a slight noise at this time.

The youngest daughter's family sings folk songs, one by one, no one is so lonely, no one is so lonely when she reads at night, and she thinks about the end of the fate of the boudoir....

Normal people suddenly hear a blurred sound in their ears in their sleep, and they will naturally wake up from their dreams, and Zhao Han is no exception, when he opens his eyes dimly, the scene in front of him has changed.

But at some point, he had appeared in a daughter's boudoir, and he was leaning against the corner of the closet, and not far from him, a woman in a light gauze dress was looking at him with a sad face.

"Menglang, why did you come?"

In the darkness of the night, the woman let out a beautiful call.

The voice lingered, as if he was calling for his lover, and blamed him for coming late and leaving the woman alone in the empty room.

The night is very dark, and ordinary people can't see the outside world clearly in this situation, if this woman is an ordinary person, naturally she can't see if Zhao Han is her lover.

"Menglang, it's the beginning of September tonight, you promise me that the maple leaves are red and take me away, but people are waiting for you."

Seeing that Zhao Han didn't move, the woman called again, and her voice became more and more soft, making people feel crispy to the bone when they heard it.

It's really a beautiful day, a beautiful woman with spring......

In this dilapidated temple, there is suddenly a charming beauty, and the surrounding environment is also greatly changed, making people think that they are silent in a dream.

In the dark night, Zhao Han's body got up from the ground and walked towards the woman's bed.

The steps are slow, and he looks a little nervous.

And the woman let out a series of chuckles like silver bells, as if mocking his prudence and as if to arouse his desire for conquest.

The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold......

Outside the door, hearing the "wavering" laughter coming from the woman's mouth, in front of the fire, the annoyance in Yan Chixia's eyes flashed, the hand holding the sword tightened, and then it seemed to think of something, and she was a little unwilling to relax again.

The whole person breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked at the firewood pile in front of him, his face a little gloomy.

"These demons are outside!"

scolded in her mouth, Yan Chixia didn't pay attention to the sound in the room, but took out a small wine jug from her waist.

The flask is not big, it is the size of a palm, and it does not contain too much wine.

After Yan Chixia hesitated for a moment, she first fell on the long sword in her hand, and then took a small sip of it.

Covered with the stopper, a cold glint flashed in her eyes as bright as a pearl, Yan Chixia held the long sword and waved it out of thin air, and the phantom array that shrouded the small room in the void paused slightly, revealing a gap in the silent sword wave, making the phantom array pause slightly.

"It's given you a chance to live, whether you can catch it or not depends on yourself!"

In the dark night, Yan Chixia's mouth made such a sound similar to drunken words.

What he did was a violation! He broke his promise with the Dryad!

But he drank wine, and if the old witch came to the door, he could also use this excuse to say that he didn't remember after drinking.

This is not the first time he has done this, he has done the same thing many times before, but unfortunately the effect is fading, and few people will take that fleeting thing very seriously.

And this time, it seems to be the same?

In the room, the prodigal laughter did not stop, as if mocking Yan Chixia's stupidity.

Seeing this, Yan Chixia also snorted coldly to express her dissatisfaction.

Gradually, the fire died down, and so did the noise in the room.

"Another fool died" Feeling that the cold aura began to dissipate, Yan Chixia scolded in a small voice of dissatisfaction.

Every year, every month, there are fools who are seduced by female ghosts, some are self-proclaimed scholars, some are businessmen on the road, and some are fugitives who are outlaws.

They all have one thing in common, that is, they like this kind of sudden sexual encounter, and they are not the slightest wary of this kind of sexual encounter that is obviously a trap, and they are even happy to fall into it.

So they were replenished by others, and they became a hemp stick-like existence!

Yan Chixia has also seen a lot, from the original unbearable, to the current compromise hopes to save a few people who are not so stupid.

After sitting quietly for half a night, Yan Chixia seemed to be a little hungry, and seeing that the corner next to him had changed back to its original state, he walked out of the ruined temple with a frown.

After about ten minutes, he saw that he came back with a wolf beast with a broken backbone.

The wolf beast was half a man tall, its fur was bright, and its whole body was full of a sense of roundness, and it could be seen that this wolf had lived a very rich life in the days before he died, otherwise he would not have eaten so fat.

Wolves are one of the overlords of this mountain forest, where they have almost no natural predators.

Unfortunately, it is not at the top of the food chain, because there is an extra Taoist who likes to eat meat in this mountain.

Walking into the temple gate, Yan Chixia just put the wolf beast on the ground, and he was stunned as soon as he turned his head.

He saw that the scholar he thought was dead just now was sitting by the fire, and a large cauldron was set up on the fire, which was full of boiling water, and there were some spices such as green onion and ginger......

"You're not dead?"

There was something strange in Yan Chixia's tone.

This scholar is not dead? Could it be that the essence in his body is sufficient, allowing him to survive a round of replenishment by female ghosts?

Look at his ruddy face and full of energy... It's not like you've been sucked out of your energy at all!

Yan Chixia was very puzzled, and Zhao Han, who was sitting opposite him, said with a smile at this time: "You Taoist priest is so unreasonable, I saw that you went out hunting, and prepared a pot of stewed meat for you, but as soon as you came back, you cursed me to death?" ”

"Huh"

Yan Chixia sneered: "It's your fate that you didn't die, after tonight, let's get out of here quickly."

After saying this, Yan Chixia began to clean up the fat wolf.

Not long after the wolf died, when he disemboweled, the corpse would twitch a few times, and the wolf blood that had not yet coagulated would also flow out.

The scene was bloody.....

This is a small scene for Yan Chixia, although it is a little disgusting, but if he can scare Zhao Han away, it can be regarded as his Yan Chixia has accumulated a merit.

But who would want to...

"Let's go? Why should I leave? ”

The scholar on the other side looked surprised, and after seeing where he was cleaning up the wolf corpse, he actually brought a bucket over to help clean the wolf meat that was cut by him, and while cleaning up, the scholar also said to him: "I tell you, you don't know, there are female ghosts in this temple!" ”

"Female ghosts?"

Yan Chixia glanced at him: "You dare to stay knowing that there are ghosts?" ”

Who would have thought that the scholar smiled at him quite mysteriously.

"Those female ghosts are all female perverts, and the one I met today said that tomorrow she will call some of her sisters to serve me..."