The lonely moonlight is nearly charming, and a rainbow mountain flashes one after another.

Han Yan woke up from his sleep.

A large number of memories that originally did not belong to his mind were surging wildly, constantly devouring his brain, which was less than the size of a walnut.

He was afraid to pat his cloudy head, watching the silver-white moonlight rushing down, and his heart couldn't help but move, could it be that he had crossed over? There happened to be a person here with the same name and surname as him, what is Han Yanyan?

This is a bit of a surprise!

He went out shopping with his girlfriend last night, but he stepped on a banana peel on the way and fell from a seventeen-story building, and died on the spot.

What a trick of fate!" he sighed for a moment, then looked up at his surroundings.

The quaint study room is full of calligraphy and paintings, and there is a row of bookshelves on the east wall, which really surprised him.

He carefully recalled the deep layers of memories in his mind, and gradually adapted to the environment here.

I was just about to pick up the book on the desk and read it through!

I smelled a touch of incense, this wind is a little strange, the smell is not strong or pungent, but it is a little faint, the more people smell it, the more addictive they are.

Although he had been to many spice shops in his previous life, he had never smelled such a good smell.

"Strict, how do you ...... Why did you wake up?"

A woman's voice like a yellow bird rang out, but it was a little strange that it was a little surprised, as if she had seen something that shouldn't be seen.

"You, who are you?" Han Yanyan was so agitated by this voice that the sleeping beast in his body was about to wake up, and the flames of lust were constantly burning.

In my mind, I also echoed the lingering years between the owner of the voice and his past days and nights.

Beautiful shadows floated in.

A pair of bright teeth appeared between the pink lips, and the cold and slightly gentle eyes moved over.

"Husband, what's wrong? Can't you recognize the concubine?"

A beautiful woman like jade, with a very quirky expression.

Han Yan suddenly had palpitations, even though his mind was full of good memories of this beautiful woman in ancient costumes, but the timeline was close to last night.

He shuddered.

This woman, this woman...... This woman she she she is not human!

No!

"What's the matter, husband?" her teeth were very white and white, and the appearance of her seductive red lips opening and closing up and down made him very scared, and he remembered last night......

He was eaten alive by her!

It's time.

The wind was blowing, the moon was shrouded in dark clouds, and only a dark red candle burned the last light in the entire study room.

"Why are you hiding from the concubine?"

Her resentful little eyes stared at his body, her graceful curvy body slowly clinging to him, and before she could make him move three or four steps.

The waist on the left side suddenly cooled, and inadvertently, she had already put on Han Yanyan's body.

Through the thin light veil, the mind-blowing smell of perfume perfumed perfume permeated the tip of his nose, making him inexplicably hot.

"Husband, it's late at night, can we rest?" The delicate words and gentle movements constantly teased Han Yanyan's heart and tempted him to bury the deepest desires in his heart.

He responded hurriedly, occasionally eliciting bursts of goofy laughter.

In the middle of the night, the wind roared, and a light that was flickering and extinguishing dimmed in an instant.

Pig-like cries erupted.

He felt his abdomen, his lower abdomen, as if it were about to be sliced by a sharp dagger.

"Spare me, please, spare me!"

Even now, how can Han Yanyan not know his situation at this time? If he doesn't beg for mercy, he will die again!

"Husband, what are you talking about? The concubine has a very deep relationship with you, and it's too late to hurt you on weekdays, how can she hurt you so much?"

Her words were very soft, but they were very seductive, and at once he gave up his resistance.

But the pain in the heart can't be faked!

"Am I going to die again? I died so aggrieved in my previous life, and now when I get here, am I going to be harmed by this monster again? Isn't it said that all traversers have golden fingers? Why, why am I not going to die now?"

His eyes were full of sadness and indifference.

"Husband, it's late at night, let the concubine serve you and log in to Bliss!" she licked her scarlet red lips, pressed Han Yanyan, who was no longer able to move, on the bed beside her, and then lifted his clothes, just as she was about to get on and off her hands.

Suddenly, he burst out with a strong desire to survive, "No! I don't want it!"

"Husband......

In an instant, a golden light burst into his mind, and an extremely indifferent voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the first rejection task and rewarding the exercise "True Dragon Illusory Technique"!"

In an instant, his spiritual platform was clear, and all those vulgar thoughts were completely abandoned, and there was only one villain left in the sea of knowledge, constantly creating all kinds of virtual golden dragon projections.

Suddenly, he realized something.

From the moment he opened his eyes again, a sharp cold light poured out, startling his good wife!

"Husband, husband, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?"

He sneered, how could he be so easily soft-hearted for this kind of demon who wanted to harm his life? One hand was the "True Dragon Illusory Technique" that had just been completed in the sea of knowledge.

A red-golden dragon suddenly rose into the air, vividly illuminating the night as if it were day, and naturally reflected her extremely beautiful face.

The clouds and temples are as chaotic as pine, and the blurred eyes are soul-catching.

Miserable and miserable, it is really Chuchu, white as jade skin.

is such a charming fox, seeing that Han Yanyan, who had just cleared the Lingtai, almost moved his heart again. It's no wonder that Han Yan was very willing until he died, and he didn't even complain at all after his death, which really made him stunned after recalling his memories.

Could it be that he has comprehended the true meaning of "peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic"?

"Husband, don't do this!" she didn't know what happened to Han Yanyan, tonight was supposed to be a good time for her to continue to eat away at the rest of his body, but she never expected him to come back to life.

And summoning such a real and illusory dragon, could it be that he encountered some adventure before he died?

Xiu's eyebrows frowned, and he didn't dare to step forward.

"Who is your husband? You demon woman!" Han Yanyan was on the verge of anger at this time, and he did not move to let her be charming and gentle.