"Rong Liang......" Qu Yuan couldn't help but let out a loud voice.

This man's clothing and temperament look like a rich man's son, but which noble son would sleep alone in the mountains and broken temples so late?

As if guessing what Qu Yuan was thinking, Rong Liang immediately explained, his eyes were clean and firm, and he was polite and friendly: "I passed through here to find an old friend, and the dishes here are very suitable for her taste." ”

A person's tastes must be related to the environment in which she grew up, and so is her personality.

"Who is the old man?" Qu Yuan asked.

"I don't know my real name." Rong Liang replied.

After a few rounds of questions and answers, Qu Yuan found that this noble rich man was very gentle and talkative, and treated people like a spring breeze.

The doubts in his heart were much lessened, and he was not so nervous, so he relaxed.

Qu Yuan explained to him the reason for coming here.

Rong Liang said with relief: "If you go to the Shaoyang Sect Imperial Sword, you will be there in half a day." Thinking that they might not be able to resist the sword, he said thoughtfully, "It's faster to take a boat than a car." ”

Shaoyang is located in the east by the sea, and it is better to take the waterway than to take a horse-drawn carriage.

Qu Yuan let down his guard even more when he heard Rong Liang say this, and he nodded in agreement.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Qu Yuan didn't know why he felt so cordial to the stranger he met in Pingshui, maybe Rong Liang's personality was too good.

The white-clothed man turned around and reached out for the teapot and poured a glass of water, and there was a green bamboo folding fan on the table, glancing at the corner of the wall with a nonchalant look.

Rong Liang raised his eyes, looked at him and said, "Drink a glass of water." ”

Qu Yuan hurriedly took it and said gratefully, "Thank you." ”

As soon as he touched the teacup, he wondered if it was still warm, and his eyes swept around, looking at the furnishings and utensils in the house, which could be placed overnight.

Qu Yuan asked strangely, "Childe, have you lived here for a long time?" ”

"Yes."

Rong Liang replied coldly.

Qu Yuan couldn't continue to ask, after all, people didn't want to tell him something, even if he got to the bottom of it, it was useless.

Qu Yuan took a sip of the teacup in his hand, and the warm and fragrant tea in his mouth, after the tea entered his throat, the aftertaste remained between his lips and teeth for a long time.

Rong Liang said lightly: "I like to be quiet, I just fell asleep in a daze after playing a game of chess, and I woke up and saw Brother Qu." ”

"Do you want to be together?" He invited.

The black and white sons on the table did not know whether they won or lost, and just looking at it made Qu Yuan daunting, let alone fighting with him.

Qu Yuan felt a little regretful in his heart, and refused embarrassedly: "I don't know how to play chess......"

Rong Liang still spoke to him in a gentle tone, but he couldn't refuse: "It's okay, try it." ”

Within a few minutes, Qu Yuan was forced by the other party to be in a hurry, and the momentum of the court resistance suddenly reversed, turning into a white man pressing the black son and beating him wildly.

After a while, it's all lost.

"Sorry for ruining your good game." Qu Yuan was quite ashamed.

Rong Liang smiled gently, and did not blame Qu Yuan, but comforted: "It's okay, this time I won you by luck." ”

This guy is so gracious.

Qu Yuan lowered his head gratefully and said with a smile: "Thank you for the mercy of Gongzi's subordinates." ”

After a period of silence, Rong Liang suddenly overflowed with a short laugh, and the smile was meaningful.

One by one, the white chess pieces fell into the chess box, making an empty and crisp sound, and the hands holding the chess pieces were slender and beautiful, and they were bony and beautiful.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Rong Liang threw the last white piece in his hand into the chess box, then raised his eyes to look at Qu Yuan, and said calmly: "My old man doesn't have such a good attitude when playing chess. ”

……

……

After the door opened, Rong Liang walked out, looking at the broken vase on the side of the road, his eyes drooping slightly.

The disciple who had come to find a place to sleep suddenly saw that he had lost his mind, and he couldn't help but step forward.

Rong Liang turned his head to look at him, his eyes were clear and focused, faintly hooked, but so cold and ruthless.

It's laughing, but it's a little weird.

The Xianmen disciple realized that something was wrong, and turned around to escape, panicking but also a little nostalgic.

The black mist wrapped around his body from behind, and before the disciple could take out his weapon, he opened his mouth wide in panic and held his neck fiercely.

The hands were raised but stopped in the air in pain, and purple-black blood vessels bulged from the mouth of the heart and spread to the top of the head, and the young skin instantly dried up and became old, wrapping the thin bones.

The man's eyes were round, and he couldn't bat at himself, and he looked terrible when he fell to the ground.

Rong Liang put away his hand, looked indifferently at the Xianmen disciples who had not escaped, and said a little unhappily: "This is not interesting." ”

Rong Liang raised his hand, and the unsightly corpse on the ground turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

He tilted his head and ordered, "Cat, you go and drive the other guests out." ”

A cat ran out of the corner, its eyes glowing blue in the night.

"Meow~"

For a while, dark red blood flowed from the doors and walls of many places.

"Is this room occupied?" The air was quiet and did not get a response.

"I'll come in when no one is around." Xu Bing's hand holding the lantern tightened, and as the door slowly pushed open, she felt that everything present was creepy.

"Girl, what a coincidence." A deep and pleasant voice sounded behind Xu Bing, who was lonely.

Xu Bing trembled and looked back but froze suddenly, and behind him stood a handsome boy in white clothes, who smiled very gently, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, warm as the spring sun, and his lips were a gentle pale red.

Under the gaze of his gentle gaze, Xu Bing calmed herself down, and obediently hinted to her in her heart that the fairy-like son should not be a demon.

Rong Liang stared at her eyes first, and after seeing Xu Bing relax, his gaze slowly moved down, admired her lips, and then fell to her neck, his fingers constantly rubbing on the folding fan.

Xu Bing was extremely flustered, not knowing whether he was shy or nervous, his footsteps stopped in place, and his eyes stared straight at Rong Liang's face.

The childe's gaze and voice in front of her were like dangerous and charming ghosts and demons, which made her frightened and uncontrollable attracted.

It is no wonder that mortals are easily confused by monsters, but they are also naturally afraid of monsters.

Rong Liang picked up a strand of green silk from the female cultivator who was already obsessed and put it in the palm of his hand to caress it, and the ambiguous breath wrapped around the two of them.

With just that one look, Rong Liang knew that even if she didn't use any spells, she could go to the soup for herself.

Rong Liang was close to her ear, and her voice was low and almost gentle, but the words she said were like a cold winter night: "I like to eat the hearts of cultivators the most, I really want to see if your heart is as beautiful as your skin." ”

He straightened up and smiled lowly, curled his pale red lips, his expression was indifferent and quiet, and then raised his bewitching eyes, which were glowing with a dark blue-green light, and he didn't even smile at all.

Nine more fox tails appeared behind him, and the white fluff shimmered in the red moonlight.

"I always come here to do something, and I don't want to kill people." The gentle and calm tone seemed to accuse others of a trivial matter that offended him.

The nun who had fallen to the ground had lost her breath.