Xiang Yao was immersed in her own world, not noticing that his only listener, Yu Taixia, had already turned her head little by little, and finally her fragile arms could not support her heavy head, and she lay on the table, sleeping soundly.

“…… Say, "Can I not hate him?" He ruined my life. ”

The long story was finally told, Xiang Yao didn't care about Taixia's comments, as if he had finally found someone to talk to, he finished talking to himself, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Tantai Xia smashed his mouth, rubbed his eyes and woke up.

As soon as she woke up, Xiangyao turned around and asked her with an interesting smile on her face: "How, are you satisfied with my story?" ”

Her face turned white, and this was not the first time.

She pinched her thighs, and in the dark, there was a force that controlled her, and as soon as something was beyond her control, it would release its power and force it to follow its route.

It seems that Xiangyao's story is not within the scope of what she should know, and her inexplicable sleepiness is the best proof.

"Do you want to kill Sikong Yang? We can cooperate. She whispered.

A familiar sensation appeared around the waist, and another small medicine bottle.

Xiang Yao smiled, and the handsome boy laughed very well, and his laughter became more and more crazy, and finally turned into outright hatred.

"I don't just want him to die, I want him to go to eighteen layers of hell!"

Tantai Xia touched the bulge on his waist and laughed along, but the smile was a little ugly, the same as crying.

The three people shopping in Wanxiang City ate a stomach full of food, and Luo Hua was sleepy, holding Taixia's arm, and yawned several times.

"Sister Xia Xia, are you sleepy?"

The corners of her mouth kept carrying a gentle smile, and she shaved the tip of Luo Hua's upturned nose, "If you're sleepy, just say it, then let's go and rest." ”

"Hey, hey, hey." Luo Hua smiled flatteringly and narrowed her eyes, like a cat that was comfortable to be touched.

She turned her head to look at Sikong Yang, who was holding a fan to fan the wind for the two of them, and asked softly: "Luohua is tired, I'm also a little tired, let's rest for a while and then come out to play." ”

Sikong Yang didn't have any objections, he closed the fan and pointed to the big inn in front of him, which said Good Luck Come.

"Just go there."

Luo Hua looked at the inn in front of her, and used the last bit of strength in her body to drag Taixia to the inn.

"Three upper rooms, the man in the back pays." Then he grabbed Xiao Er, who was carrying a white towel on his shoulder, and ran upstairs.

Tang Taixia was dragged and flew up, took the time to look back at Sikong Yang, only to see him doting on the backs of the two people, shook his head, and sighed.

Undisguised, her hands were clenched, green tendons burst out on the back of her hands, and a trace of hatred was accidentally leaked from her eyes.

"Sister Xia Xia, you live here!" Luo Hua was in a hurry to go to bed to rest, not noticing her expression.

After settling her into a room, she dragged the shopkeeper to her room.

Taixia hurriedly concealed her expression, even if Luo Hua didn't see it.

Sikong Yang paid the money and walked up slowly, but the door of Taixia had not yet been closed.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Taixia blushed and wanted to close the door.

Sikong Yang took two quick steps and put the fan between the two doors, not letting her close it.

"What are you doing? Luohua opened a room for you. She whispered shyly.

If you want to refuse and welcome.

The corners of Sikong Yang's mouth hooked up into a mocking smile, and the fan moved up, provoking her chin.

The mocking smile turned into an evil smile, and a deep voice sounded like a soul: "Lady, don't you let Xianggong in?" ”

A faint flush spread on his cheeks, his hand gently knocked off his fan, didn't say anything, his watery eyes glanced at him, turned around and entered the room.

He stood in the doorway, snorted, stepped in, and then closed the door.

After coming in, he sat down in a chair and poured himself a glass of water with a slight tremor in his hand.

Hearing the sound of the door being slammed shut, the water in her hand tilted suddenly, and the water filled up and flowed all over her.

She began to scramble to clean up the water stains.

Seeing Sikong Yang walk in step by step, the heart in her chest was beating violently, and her movements of wiping her skirt became more and more flustered.

The temperature in the air was a little hot, and the flush on Tantai Xia's face spread all over her body, and she muttered, turned around and ran to the bed.

"Is the lady inviting her husband?"

She wanted to put down the veil next to the bed, but her hand trembled so much, she didn't untie it for a long time, she was flustered, and suddenly it was dark in front of her, and Sikong Yang had come to her.

The hot palm covered her cool fingers, and her breathing stopped for a moment, and he grabbed her fingers, and little by little led her to untie the knots, and the veils fell in layers.

Taixia shrank back a little, but forgot that her hand was still being held by Sikong Yang, and as soon as she tried hard, Sikong Yang was also dragged down on the bed by her.

His hands were on her waist, his hot breath hitting her forehead, and the tip of his nose smelled the fragrance of flowers all over his body.

Her hand quietly broke free from his palm, but Sikong Yang grabbed it again, and inserted it into her five fingers aggressively, clasping her ten fingers tightly.

His long eyelashes were half-drooping, his eyes were fixed on her lips, and his head slowly moved down.

Tantai Xia didn't dare to move, there was a charming and ambiguous atmosphere everywhere, she was intoxicated, her long eyelashes like crow's feathers lay quietly under her eyes, and she raised her head slightly.

Like a devout believer waiting for the gifts of the gods.

Sikong Yang's lips skimmed over her lips and came to her neck.

Her heart was beating fast, the blood vessels in her neck were beating one by one, and Sikong Yang could imagine the blood gushing out when his canine teeth bit through this thin layer of flesh.

He sniffed.

She didn't wait for the kiss she had been waiting for for a long time, she opened her eyes suspiciously, her delicate skin felt his breath between her fragile neck, her heart trembled, and she suddenly hugged him tightly.

Regardless of it, he kissed it.

Sikong Yang didn't struggle for a moment, and Tai Xia's movements stopped in mid-air, and her lips were only a fraction away from him.

He walked away without mercy.

A handkerchief was pulled out of the storage ring, and he sat on the wooden stool, wiping his fingers little by little.

The action of Yutai Xia was fixed in mid-air, the blood on her face faded little by little, and her rippling eyes suddenly lost all their luster and became dilapidated.

Sikong Yang finished wiping his fingers, threw the handkerchief on the table casually, turned out another pot of wine, and took a sip.

"Say it."

He snapped his fingers, and the woman on the bed had ropes tied to both hands and feet, and she bit her lip and didn't make a sound.

"I'm not very involved in the affairs of your immortal cultivators, and you always force me to take action?"

He poured another sip of wine, this one so violently that a few drops of it ran down his pale chin, adding a touch of grace to his indistinguishable countenance.

An obsessive look appeared in the woman's eyes.

"Painting fairy, this is really not your style."

As soon as he said her name, her pupils shrank, and her figure changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She doesn't have the delicate and impeccable facial features of Tantai Xia, nor does she have the innocence opposite of her bumpy body. Her facial features are only slightly more outstanding than ordinary people, but her demure and gentle temperament makes people ignore her facial features, and she is still a rare beauty.

The world knows that she is obsessed with landscapes, and Sikong Yang does not have much communication with her.

"You remember me, great, you remember me."

When the waiter heard Sikong Yang shouting her name, there was no other emotion in her eyes, only excitement, and she muttered to herself.

Sikong Yang had a headache, what he was most afraid of was such a woman.

"Sikong Yang, I've been looking for you for a long time, but I can't find where the Hanging Sky Valley is, some time ago they said that you appeared in Qianyuan City, and there was a mortal woman by your side, I thought, in case you will come to Wanxiang City, I will come here to wait for you, I have been waiting for you for a long time, you are finally here, I am finally waiting for you, it's good."

Before he could ask, the waiter shook herself, and the obsession in her eyes grew more and more serious.

Sikong Yang waved his hand, and a white cloth covered her eyes, blocking her fiery gaze.

If this woman is telling the truth, then it is not the handiwork of the Hehuan Sect that the person kidnapped and taken away by the Taixia Sect, so who knows about her existence except the Hehuan Sect?

That's why Sikong Yang doesn't like it.

Mortals love to engage in these conspiracies and intrigues after decades of life, and immortals love to engage in these things after hundreds of years of life.

"Where's the Tsutai Xia?"

The waiter's eyes were covered, and she calmed down a little, and her heart was about to break when she heard the voice of Chao Si Du shouting the names of other women.

"She's just a mortal! Sikong Yang, look at me! I'm the same as you, we're the same! Her demure and gentle appearance was torn apart, revealing her jealous and ugly side.

The sharp voice kept echoing in the room, and Sikong Yang snapped his fingers, and a transparent barrier blocked the spread of all sounds.

"Give you one last chance, where is the Taixia?"

His voice was the same as always, and there was no light in his eyes like night, and the temperature of the room plummeted.

The body of the painting fairy trembled, and said timidly: "I don't know, I don't know, I'm just lying in ambush there, waiting for you to come, I don't know anything." ”

Sikong Yang frowned, the cultivation of the painting fairy is not low, she still has a unique skill that can trap people in the world of painting, and it stands to reason that she will not be caught and wash her memory.

But what if?

Those people dared to kidnap under his nose and mark her, so why couldn't they wash away the memories of the fairy who served them.

He made a mark on his chest with his hands, his thin lips twitched a few times, and the painting fairy on the bed closed his eyes, his brow furrowed tightly, as if he had fallen into an infinite nightmare.