This is a temple fair, the "ancestral temple fair" of the god Nuwa, with the temple as the center, the streets within a radius of seven or eight miles are bustling with people, calling for buying, selling, juggling, singing, blowing candy people, painting sugar people, everything is available.

Feng Wuchen looks fresh everywhere, chewing old tofu and croquettes in his mouth, holding a string of sugar gourds in his left hand, and a piece of bean flour cake in his right hand.

A funny two-headed tiger made him fall in love with it, and he bought it immediately. As soon as he put away the two-headed tiger, the dazzling array of masquerade stalls attracted him again, and he grabbed the stall in two or three steps, tried the fox interview tiger noodles, and changed the tiger noodles to the monkey noodles after trying.

When Feng Wuchen was having fun, a woman beside him gently took off the fox mask, and at the first sight of this woman, his eyes could no longer be taken away, the world seemed to be frozen at this moment, time stopped running, and everything lost its brilliance.

What a moving woman this is, not tall or short, with shaved shoulders and a thin waist, pink and white snow muscles with a touch of powder, people can't help but think of white snow and peach blossoms, melon seed face, suitable shade of willow leaf eyebrows, appropriate size affectionate eyes, long eyelashes, delicate nose, bright red cherry mouth, and a shallow pair of pear vortices to add more color.

Looking at the woman's dress, a simple and elegant hosta is inserted obliquely on the left and right sides of the high bun of the green silk plate, and the forehead is prefixed with a ruby Huasheng embedded with the stars and moons, and she is wearing a blue long skirt.

"Have you seen enough!" the woman raised her eyebrows lightly, her voice angry.

Feng Wuchen came back to his senses at this time, and wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth but couldn't spit out words for a long time.

The woman was even more annoyed, snorted and left with a woman behind her. Seeing the woman leave angrily, Feng Wuchen felt empty in his heart, so he was not disappointed.

After a moment's hesitation, he paced quietly and followed, until he reached the presence of God. The woman turned around suddenly, her pretty face was slightly red, her beautiful eyes were half-narrowed, and she grabbed Feng Wuchen in two steps, and said, "What do you want to do?"

The stupid and stupid Wind Wuchen Ghost took out the two-headed tiger in his arms and said to the woman, "This is for you!"

"The prodigal son!" the woman glanced at the two-headed tiger, and her face suddenly turned purple, and the two-headed tiger in Feng Wuchen's hand fell directly on his body.

After saying that, the woman ran away without looking back. The woman ran away, and the girl in the cyan dress behind her rushed to Feng Wuchen, and said angrily: "How can you, a prodigal son, send a girl who has not left the cabinet 'mud dog'!"

As she spoke, the girl kicked Feng Wuchen's leg fiercely, and turned to leave.

Feng Wuchen, who was stunned in place, listened to the snickering and discussion of a few people watching the excitement, and knew that this mud dog was used to ask for a son.

He wanted to catch up and apologize and make up for the big mistake of being abrupt and offending the beauty, but as soon as he raised his foot, the sky and earth shook violently.

When his feet hit the ground again, he found that some of the clothes around him, along with his clothes and his own dress, had changed drastically.

The bustling downtown was replaced by the silent Qionglou Yuyu, and the coarse linen clothes on his body turned into dazzling brocade clothes.

The night is dark, the moon is cool, and the wind is cold.

Feng Wuchen walked in the empty corridor, and he couldn't help but sigh with every step, and at the end of the corridor he stopped and knocked softly on the closed door.

The room was still lit, and there were figures swaying slightly, but no one answered after waiting for a long time, and Feng Wuchen didn't knock on the door again, he knew that the beautiful woman in the door didn't want to see him at all. With a light sigh, he closed his eyes and was about to turn around when the door opened.

He hastened into the door, as fast as lightning, as if he was afraid that he would be turned away again. In three or two steps, he walked to the bed, and the beautiful woman sat on the embroidered couch with half leaning on the head of the bed, her beautiful eyes were red and swollen, her tears were red and she didn't care about her makeup, and she didn't care about the wet sleeves of her handkerchief.

Seeing this scene, his heart suddenly tightened, and he was indescribably distressed and sad, and he was about to open his mouth when he heard her crying: "Feiyun, let me ask you again, do you want to go with me?"

Feng Wuchen's first reaction was to let go of everything, and the ends of the earth followed her, but before she opened her mouth, she thought of the army of the Demon Sect, the alliance of the two clans, and the people of the world, but when she got to the words, she said, "I can't leave yet!"

"Why?" said Xian'er, a little hoarse.

"Xian'er, the big war is coming, I can't just leave......"

"Excuses, they're all excuses! You obviously like that vixen and want to marry her! Do you think I didn't hear what you said in Tianling Pavilion?" Xian'er slapped Feng Wuchen directly in the face.

"Xian'er, you...... You still don't believe me after all!" Compared to the pain in my heart, this pain on my face is not worth mentioning at all.

"It's easy to convince me that you're going to come with me now!" said Xian'er coldly.

"Xian'er, don't be so willful, don't ......"

"I'm willful, why can I give up everything for you, but you can't?" Xian'er cried again, crying very sadly, "Okay, if you don't go with me, I'll go alone, I won't come to you again from now on, you can rest assured that vixen to marry!"

As he spoke, Xian'er turned around and walked out, Feng Wuchen knew that he should stretch out his hand at this time, but that hand didn't raise it.

The door behind him rang, Feng Wuchen was startled, and suddenly had a strange feeling, he turned his head in a complicated mood, and his head was only halfway turned, and a gentle, soft and sweet voice suddenly came from in front of him.

"Brother Yun, you teach slaves to wait!"

Feng Wuchen hurriedly turned his head, lying on the embroidered couch was a plump and gorgeous woman, this woman's beautiful eyes were like silk and could hook the soul and move, but the most terrible thing was not her eyes, but her naked body, the fat of the fat, the stiff, the warped, the white, the powder......

Feng Wuchen knew that this woman's name was Mei'er, and she was the fox spirit in Xian'er's mouth, and she was indeed the real fox spirit.

"Brother Yun, feel sorry for the slave family! The treasures, exercises, and supreme power here are all your ......."

Mei'er's voice, eyes, and body are nowhere not to hook the soul, and nowhere is not to make people nostalgic and forgetful, the dazzling array of treasures piled up in front of the bed makes people can't help but have green light, and the huge golden crown that symbolizes power on her delicate stand is even more exciting.

However, when Feng Wuchen thought of Xian'er's poignant eyes and sad tears, his heart suddenly became firm, although he didn't know why, he didn't understand what was going on, and he didn't know if it made sense, so he turned around and chased out.

The moment he went out, the whole world changed again, Qiong Lou Yuyu disappeared, and the brocade clothes on his body lost their brilliance......

There was a faint coolness from the An Shenmu hanging around his neck, Feng Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body was covered with cold sweat, and he couldn't help but gasp for breath, and it took him a long time to figure out who he was and why he came here.

"That's an illusion, right?" Feng Wuchen shook his head gently, and the depression and melancholy in his heart lingered for a long time.

After taking a closer look around, Feng Wuchen found himself in a hemispherical stone cave, where the blue and red lights reflected each other, entangled with each other, and were as rich as substance. The red light still makes people palpitate and tremble, and it is worse than the outside, I think it is because it is more intense. Fortunately, the power of the blue light here is also stronger, and it can always follow closely to eliminate the influence of the red light.

The source of the two-color light was in the center of the stone cave, and after enduring the strong light, Feng Wuchen looked at it and found that the source of the blue light was a jade the size of a little thumb, and the red light came from a palm-length red rope wrapped around the green jade.

Seeing such two inconspicuous little things, Feng Wuchen's fear in his heart suddenly decreased a lot, and he actually had the idea of wanting to take a closer look.

As soon as this bold idea appeared, Feng Wuchen himself was shocked, and he didn't know where he borrowed his guts. Reason told him that he couldn't venture closer, but Feng Wuchen wanted to walk into them and smell their breath deeply, which was an indescribable feeling.

Feng Wuchen also has a bold guess, the two people in that illusion, Feiyun and Xian'er, are likely to be the owners of these two things. He unconsciously walked in front of the two small objects, and the process was so smooth that even he felt a little unbelievable.

Just as he was about to lean over to watch, Feng Wuchen suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him, and subconsciously wanted to dodge to the right, but it was too late, and after only moving half a body, he found a red and cool stick-like object peeking through his chest. Blood poured out of his mouth and chest, and Feng Wuchen turned his head with difficulty, and the rat spirit behind him was looking at him with a smirk.

Then, Feng Wuchen lost consciousness......