Zhao Zhao was originally sitting cross-legged on the back of the green bird, and when she saw someone blocking the way, she slowly got up.

"Who?"

I saw the maid carrying the sedan chair slowly unveiling the gauze tent, revealing a beautiful woman sitting inside.

The woman is unusually tall, even if she doesn't get up, she has to be 1.8 meters by eye, and a pair of slender thighs are exposed, which fully verifies what it means to have legs from the neck down.

She crossed her head, dressed like a married young woman, with a face like a peach, and even Zhaozhao couldn't help but sway when she looked at it.

The woman leaned on a dresser, and the snow-white mirror behind her shone brightly, adding a bit of beauty to the woman.

"The Yin Kui Sect Holy Maiden Mirror is missing." The woman took her name.

Zhao Zhao thought to himself: Another big demon sect!

Unlike other demon sects, the Yin Kui Sect is full of women, somewhat similar to the Goddess Palace and Qingyin Temple in the Thirteen Prefectures.

Unlike Shi Zhixuan of the Heaven Filling Pavilion in front of her, this Yin Sect Holy Maiden was a Lingtai Realm cultivator, and it was obvious that the news of Shi Zhixuan's disappearance in Zhao Zhao's hands had already spread.

Shi Zhixuan, who was at the peak of the Heaven and Man Unity Realm, couldn't deal with the Lantern Witch, so he had to send a Lingtai Realm master.

Zhao Zhao's gaze swept over Jing Wuyuan and her entourage one by one, and found that this Yin Sect saintess was really big, and the eight maids who carried her sedan chair were all Innate Realm martial artists.

Zhao Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Your Excellency the Holy Maiden is also here for the Demon Blood Secret Spirit Flower. ”

"Nature." Jing Wuyuan adjusted his sitting posture, "But I am also very interested in Your Excellency, why don't Your Excellency the Witches hand over the Holy Flower, how about you and I make friends?" I believe that we will get along. ”

"What if I don't pay it?" Zhao Zhao asked rhetorically.

"That's a pity, the Demon Blood Secret Spirit Flower is a treasure of the Demon Dao, and it must not fall into the hands of others."

Zhao Zhao asked suspiciously: "I also cultivate demons, not a person of the Demon Dao?" ”

Jing Wuyuan shook her head, "Only the major demon cultists can be regarded as the recognized orthodox demon path, and the ...... of unknown origin of Your Excellency Witch" As she spoke, she looked Zhao Zhao up and down, as if asking where Zhao Zhao came from, "How about your Excellency joining my Yin Kwai Sect?" The Yin Sect is in short supply of talents like girls. Instead, she recruited Zhao Zhao.

"Heh~~" Zhao Zhao chuckled, "So that's the case, it's worthy of being a Demon Sect, it's really domineering, it's a pity...... You can't join the Yin Sect. ”

Jing Wuyuan sighed deeply, "It seems that you and I are destined to meet each other today." I saw her turn around and open a drawer of the dressing table behind her, take out something and throw it out, and there was suddenly one more person in front of Zhaozhao.

This person is dressed very strangely, dressed in white, with long hair scattered, red lips, and dark eyes, as if he is a female ghost from a Zhiwei painting book.

The man didn't say a word, shook his sleeves and attacked Zhao Zhao, the magic lamp in Zhao Zhao's hand appeared, and a rattan appeared out of thin air, and the moment he tied the man's wrist, he smashed the man out.

"Demon Blood Secret Spirit Flower?" The moment she saw the green vine, Jing Wuyuan suddenly sat up straight, and then she shook her head again and said, "No, it's not the Demon Blood Secret Spirit Flower, it's a strange treasure!" ”

At this moment, she seemed to have figured out something, "Hahaha~~ It seems that everyone has been deceived by you, you don't have any magic blood secret spirit flower at all, and some are a magic treasure." ”

Jing Wuyuan is very familiar with the fluctuations emitted by the strange treasure, because the dresser behind her is the inheritance of the Yin Kwai faction, the makeup box of the chatting drama.

The owner of the makeup box is holding an eyebrow pencil, and anyone who has been drawn by the eyebrow pencil will turn into a puppet in the box, controlled by the owner, and will not be freed for life.

The person who attacked Zhao Zhao at this time was a puppet that Jing had no chance of being included in the makeup box.

However, anyone who is recognized by the Chat Zhai drama makeup box will be like acting in a drama for the rest of their lives, and the puppets in the box are all actors in the play.

So is the identity of Jing Wuyuan real? Or is it the person who is manipulating the makeup box to act, or is the makeup box controlling the artificial play?

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Jing Wuyuan asked again, and at this time she looked at Zhao Zhao with a little more brilliance in her eyes.

Zhao Zhao concentrated on the puppet and did not respond to Kagami's inquiry.

However, Jing Wuyuan had already confirmed her conjecture, and she laughed and said, "Okay, I like it, I want to put you in my makeup box and be my companion from now on!" ”

As she spoke, she opened the makeup box drawer again and threw out one puppet after another, these puppets were dressed in completely different ways, including scholars, fox girls, and Taoist priests......

At this time, Zhao Zhao had already grabbed the puppet that appeared first, and the person was strangled by the green vine, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he struggled.

Although the man struggled desperately, Zhao Zhao saw a prayer in her gaze, a gaze begging for death.

Rumble!!!

The invisible flame ignited, enveloping the person in an instant, and before turning to ashes, Zhao Zhao seemed to see her smile of relief.

As soon as the female ghost puppets died, the other puppets flew forward, and as these puppets appeared, Akira noticed that the surrounding environment began to change.

The original mountain range has become a deep bamboo forest, and in the depths of the bamboo forest there is a thatched house, and next to the house there is a lonely grave, and there is a dead tree next to the lonely grave, and a dark crow chirps on it.

Zhao Zhao only felt that his heart flickered, and the crowd that besieged him suddenly disappeared, and Jing Wuyuan also disappeared, and she herself came outside the thatched house for no reason.

What about the green bird beneath her feet?

Just when Zhao Zhao was puzzled, the courtyard door outside the thatched house creaked open, and he saw a scholar with a handsome face walking out of it.

The scholar was dressed very down, and he also looked like he had a yellow face and thin muscles, as if he hadn't eaten a full meal for a long time.

When the scholar saw Zhaozhao, a smile appeared on his face, "Lady, you're back!" How is the tofu selling? ”

Wife? I?

Zhao Zhao subconsciously looked down at herself, but found that her clothes had changed at some point, and at this moment she was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, with a woman's hair in a bun on her head and a simple wooden hairpin inserted between her hair.

Without waiting for Zhao Zhao to answer his inquiry, the scholar couldn't help but pull Zhao Zhao to the courtyard, Zhao Zhao subconsciously wanted to slap him, but he found that his body was not controlled at all, and he walked into the courtyard with the scholar very obediently.

When the crow on the dead tree saw the two of them enter the door, he did not know what was stimulated, but he pounced on the scholar like crazy, and the scholar was so angry that he picked up a wooden stick not far away and smashed it.

I heard the crow howl and fell straight to the ground, but even so, it did not forget to cry at the scholar.

"Something that doesn't have long eyes." The scholar scolded angrily, but when he turned to look at Zhao Zhao, his originally fierce face suddenly became tender, "Lady, let's go into the house." ”

Zhao Zhao couldn't resist a bit, so he was dragged into the thatched hut.

As soon as he entered the house, the scholar diligently gave Zhao Zhao a glass of water, "The lady is tired of selling tofu, drink saliva quickly." ”

"Thank you!" Zhao Zhao suddenly spoke.

It's not his own voice, Zhao Zhao thought to himself.

She took a sip of the glass uncontrollably, but as soon as the water was in her stomach, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and then collapsed to the ground weakly.

"Xianggong, you hurt me, what did I do wrong?"

Zhao Zhao clutched his stomach and looked at the scholar in disbelief.

The scholar's originally restrained gaze became fierce at this time, "Don't call me Xianggong, you monster!" Then he looked out the window and called, "Dao Chief, come out quickly, come out and take this monster away." ”

As her words fell, an old Dao suddenly jumped out of the window, he held a peachwood sword in his left hand, and held a talisman in his right hand, and shouted: "Demon, finally let Poor Dao catch it!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and the talisman in his hand was attached to Zhao Zhao's eyebrows, Zhao Zhao instantly felt that she couldn't move, and at the same time, she was in severe pain, and her body began to change uncontrollably.

Demonic pupils, fox ears, fox claws, fox tails......

She became a fox girl.

"Evil, die."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest raised his peachwood sword and stabbed it at Zhao Zhao's chest.

At this moment, a bright butterfly flew out of nowhere, and it gently landed on the peachwood sword, and the Taoist priest instantly seemed to be under a fixed spell, unable to move.

"Dao Chief? What's wrong with you, Daoist? The scholar's voice was full of horror.

Rumble!

The talisman attached to the center of Zhaozhao's eyebrows spontaneously combusted without fire.

Zhao Zhao is indeed controlled by the situation and cannot be autonomous, but that does not mean that she does not have the slightest power to resist.

The scholar fell to the ground in horror, and kept muttering, "Strange...... Monster...... What did you do to the Taoist? ”

Cracking sound~~

At this time, Zhaozhao's body flashed with dark thunder and lightning, and in an instant, with her as the center, the surrounding scenes began to recede rapidly, and she also recovered from the image of a fox girl to her original appearance.

"Ah!!h

With a scream, Zhao Zhao saw the real fox girl fall out of her, and her eyes were full of horror when she looked at Zhao Zhao.

Burst~~

A mouthpiece popped out, pinpointing the fox girl's eyebrows accurately, and the fox girl suddenly fell to the ground with a soft body, and the butterfly on the peach wood sword killed the fox girl.

At the moment of the fox girl's death, the identity imposed on her by the chatter disappeared, and she reverted to an ordinary middle-aged woman.

Before she died, a smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth.

Zhao Zhao seemed to faintly hear a "thank you" from the void.

Barely a cup of tea, the thatched hut was gone, the bamboo forest was gone, the lonely grave was gone, and the wounded crow had turned into a green bird.

The situation restricts the green bird, making it a part of this drama, without the slightest resistance, and easily injured by the incompetent scholar.

The Taoist priest and the scholar saw that the drama was broken, and immediately broke away from the role and quickly retreated, but Zhao Zhao shook his hand casually, and two green vines shot out, piercing the two of them to the heart.

At the moment of death, they, like the fox girl, broke away from the identity imposed on them by the chatting jokes, and became an old man and a thin man respectively.

That's what they are.

"It's impossible to !!"

Jing Wuyuan's voice came, and at this time, the dramatic painting created by the Liaozhai drama makeup box had been completely restored to reality, and Jing Wuyuan looked incredulous.

In the same realm, no one has ever been able to break her dramatic painting realm.

Zhao Zhao's figure flashed in front of Jing Wuyuan's sedan chair, and used "Sanxuan Folding Plum Hand" to poke at Jing Wuyuan's eyebrows, intending to kill her in one fell swoop.

The light yarn on the sedan chariot was flying, and Zhao Zhao was blown out by the gauze tent, and this sedan chariot was also a treasure!

"Up, kill her, I'm going to get her, immediately! Right away! Jing Wuyuan pointed at Zhao Zhao with a crazy look and said.

In an instant, streamers flew out of the makeup box behind her, and one by one dramatic characters appeared outside, generals on the battlefield, princesses who died in the country, daughters-in-law who died unjustly, and vicious mothers-in-law...... They rushed towards Zhao Zhao one after another.

It's hard to imagine how many dolls Jing Wuyuan has used her makeup box to collect.

Zhao Zhao sighed lightly, it seems that he has to learn more from this Yin Sect Holy Maiden, and accept more prisoners to work for himself in the Illusory Heaven Prison.

Cracking sound~~~

The pitch-black thunder and lightning turned into a thunder snake and spread out with Zhao Zhao as the center, and all the puppets swept by the thunder and lightning were paralyzed and stunned in place.

Immediately after that, the invisible flames spread out, and all the puppets swept by the flames turned into ashes.

"Thank you......"

"Thank you......"

"Thank you......"

……

Zhao Zhao's ears kept hearing such a whisper, and she chuckled: I didn't expect that I would also have a day of doing good deeds.

There are indeed many puppets without mirrors, but no matter how many they are, they can't withstand the ruthless slaughter.

In the blink of an eye, she came to the sedan chair again, and this time she did not approach rashly, but first controlled the samadhi fire and burned it.

The sedan chair is not a treasure, how can it withstand the burning of the true fire of Samadhi, and suddenly a raging flame, the mirror has no choice but to run away with the makeup box of chatting and talking.

As for the eight sedan chair maids, they were directly caught by Zhao Zhao's control of the demon vine, and then thrown into the Phantom Heaven prison.

Let's all go and work for my wife!

At the moment when the mirror had no chance to escape from the sedan chair, Zhaozhao's figure flashed beside her, and once again used "Sanxuan Folding Plum Hands" to point at the center of her eyebrows.

Puff~~~

In an instant, a hole was poked out of the center of the mirror's eyebrows.

Just when Zhao Zhao thought that he had killed Jing Wuyuan, he found that the mirror Wuyuan in front of him suddenly shattered like a mirror, and then disappeared.

Zhaozhao: ???

At the same time, not far away, the real mirror Wuyuan was sitting on the makeup box at this time, looking at Zhao Zhao with a smile.

It turns out that the mirror in the middle of the makeup box can make a copy of the mirror image for the owner when he is in danger, and resist the lethal attack on behalf of the owner.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to rely on ordinary means to kill Jing Wuyuan.

"It's worthy of the lantern witch who killed countless followers of the major demon sects, it's really powerful! Count me as a loser today, remember, I'll come back to you, you're mine! Until then, don't let anyone kill you. ”

"Hahaha~~~"

As bursts of wild laughter echoed in the void, Jing Wuyuan disappeared into mid-air along with the makeup box of Liaozhai's joke.

Zhao Zhaoling stood in the air, looking at the direction where the mirror disappeared for a long time before riding the blue bird again and leaving.

Of course, she didn't forget to give the injured Cangqing Honghu a healing pill.

A few days later, Zhao Zhao appeared outside Blackstone City, and this time she was respectfully welcomed into the city by the city guards without using any means. (End of chapter)