The old demon and the little demon asked and answered, which scared Du Yuan, who was eavesdropping on the side, shudder--this is too cruel. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It turns out that the so-called "dough" is not a folk snack, but a face peeled off the face of a folk girl!

Originally, in Du Yuan's heart, he thought that the white tomb grandmother who was not in the top three on the list was just a retired demon venerable on Wadao, and she was idle, occasionally organizing an elderly activity or something to play casually - such as the "Writing Ceremony".

Unexpectedly, she is actually evil.

As the saying goes, there is no supply without demand. If she hadn't asked for a fresh face, the drunken boy might have been able to kill a few innocent women.

Now it's lively, and my grandmother not only restrains her, but also connives, and even instigates it. This style is really no one......

Du Yuan took advantage of the two of them chatting vigorously, quietly poked out half of his face, and looked carefully inside the cave. But in the distance, on a smooth stone platform, a semi-circular hanger was placed, which was more than 30 meters long. It is covered with all kinds of brocade clothes.

In the center of the boulder is a large dressing table with a dazzling array of cosmetics, different from the twenty-first century, but somewhat similar to the ancient Celestial Empire.

Makeup powder, dai powder, rouge, flower day, forehead yellow are all available, hairpins, hairpins, hairpins, step shakes, phoenix crowns, Huasheng, hairs, flat squares, comb grates are all available.

The most eye-catching thing is the vertical lattice on both sides of the vanity mirror, which is more than two people high, divided into hundreds of gaps, and in each grid, there is a woman's face hanging impressively!

The faces that had been tragically peeled off, with only the upper and lower eyelids left in their eyes, were hollow inside, and the skin was delicate and intact, with an incision that extended back to the end of the neck, with a strange beauty.

And Grandma Bai Tomb herself, sitting in front of the dresser with her back to Du Yuan, assisted by Yan Xiluo, was covering one of the skins on her face. This scene made Du Yuan's hair stand on end, and he almost blurted out in surprise.

He hurriedly lowered his head and leaned over, clenched his teeth, and secretly made up his mind -- I, Du Yuan, will not stand with this demon!

I've seen his grandmother's and the people of Wajima, and there is nothing wrong with ordinary people, and there are not a few pure people.

At the beginning, Sun Zhuji Zhenren said well at the Crane Ming Festival: The most taboo in the world is simple groups, and no region specializes in murderers, so good and evil cannot be judged by the state. I don't care who he is or where he comes from, but he is a person who wreaks havoc on the human world and plagues the common people of the world, and everyone can be punished!

It's a lot of determination, but it's not impulsive.

Du Yuan weighed it carefully, and now rushing over is mostly equivalent to death, and maybe it will be a second kill. Bear with it first, eat the dumplings one by one, and the accounts must be counted one by one......

After lurking for a quarter of an hour, the big demon seemed to have finally finished nesting her skin, and Du Yuan never saw her true face. I only heard Yan Xiluo say, "Grandma, I'll shave your eyebrows and dye your teeth, right?"

"Don't worry, it's still early. Isn't it just the beginning of the child? I'm getting older, but my hair grows very quickly. Every time as long as these two skins and faces are combined, the eyebrows will take root downward, rubbing and growing, and it will be no problem to hold on for a moment or three, and it will show its feet after a long time. Not to mention dyeing my teeth, I had to suck some female sperm before the opening, and it was not good to blacken my tongue. ”

"Well, the slave will go and attend to the above business first, and then come to serve you in the evening. Yan Xiluo bowed and walked straight towards the stairs.

Du Yuan slowly shrunk down, hooking himself into the curled up appearance of a pangolin, trying to hide behind a boulder. The demon maid did not suspect him, so she did not look closely, but hurried by.

When Yan Xiluo walked away, Du Yuan pondered: If you recite thirty more numbers, I will also go up......

Suddenly, I heard Grandma Hakutsu say, "I have been doing my best for the underworld for many years, and since the Kofun period, I have been hiding in the Fuso Islands, and have gone through the 14 dynasties such as Asuka, Nara, Heian, and Kamakura, until the current Edo is prosperous. The Lingbei Mansion gave me enough quota to walk in the world, and I also reciprocated with countless tributes......"

Du Yuan was very curious in his heart, who is she talking to? Tell me? No, she won't be so polite to me, and even her family background has come out. Then he looked at it again.

But seeing that the demon venerable had gotten up and left the dresser at some point, facing the dark bottom of the cave deep in the stone cave, holding a green spot of light in his hand and muttering to himself.

"Although the time is good at the moment, there is no hope of ascending to immortality, and it may be difficult to live through the next thousand years...... Actually, what I like the most is Mrs. Meng's position, and I will definitely be able to do a better job than her when I pour ecstasy soup into people. I hereby pray to comfort the elderly. ”

Every time she spoke, the spot of light increased by a few points, and when she was all done, the spot had become a bright ball of light, about the size of a tennis ball. As soon as the white tomb grandmother's fingers loosened, the ball of light fluttered its wings and flew straight towards the source of the surging waves at the bottom of the cave.

Only then did Du Yuan see clearly that it was a large firefly. Why? This thing also has a talk function? Looking at the posture, it seems that the voice is stored inside the insect body halo, and it flies to the destination and then unravels it.

It is said that demons love to engage in demon moths, and it seems that it is true, not to mention moths, even fireflies have not been spared.

The insect disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a faint green light, but it stopped and made a buzzing sound of wings. The cave is extremely quiet, far away, but clearly audible.

Grandma Bai Tomb suddenly turned around and said to herself, "Oh, my memory is really getting worse and worse." Then he stooped down and took out a huge spar from the cabinet under the dresser, turned and flattened it towards the place where the insect went, and cut it like a knife, acting like a skilled knife and dough master.

It's just that the surface of the spar did not form chips, but was rubbed up with countless fine powders. After getting together a lot, Grandma Bai Tomb stopped puffing her cheeks and struggled to blow-

The sharp demon wind blew again, and the green color rippled in the dust, sparkling, and a translucent vortex rolled the spar powder towards the depths of the stone cave.

Only a "pop" sound was heard, and the previously blocked sound-transmitting fireflies stopped flapping their wings and almost disappeared completely......

Du Yuan shrank his neck and clenched his fists - Ri, this is it! Isn't this the Heavenly Stone that I thought about for a long time! Looking at the volume, it is three points larger than anything I have ever seen before.

He was excited, but he couldn't speak, just nervously thinking about how to succeed.

The demon venerable finished the work at hand, breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and put the spar back in the cabinet—and walked in the direction of Du Yuan again.

Fortunately, after only walking for about ten meters, he stopped, and there were words in his mouth, "Gugu Guya River water, and the tributaries turn around the house." The thousand-year-old tomb is cold, and Jingyuan Town locks up its youth. ”

The donkey's lips were not in tune with the horse's mouth, not like poetry, not haiku, certainly not a spell, but like a set of crappy ciphers.

Du Yuan was really curious, so he was bold and showed half of his eyes for the third time.

Only then did he realize that between him and the big demon, there was actually a clear stream across it, and the stream was slow and silent, no wonder he hadn't noticed it.

At the call of the Demon Venerable, the stream suddenly rolled up, not like boiling, because there was no steam. A cage suddenly emerged, the lid wide open, and dozens of translucent ghosts quickly floated out from within, each scurrying disorderly and screaming.

These compressed ghosts were released, and their volume grew, and gradually they became humanoid. It's all cardamom and young girls.

The white tomb grandmother skillfully moved her hand, as if holding an invisible net, holding all the yin spirits firmly in her hands, opening her lips, and sucking them in one by one......

Is this the so-called "sucking yin essence"? Du Yuan didn't know what was going on, but he also guessed seven or eight points. This set of maintenance procedures is really lacking in morality. How many innocent women's lives have to be sacrificed after a full set of health care?

In an instant, at the last Yin Soul entrance, Grandma Bai Tomb shook all over, and suddenly thousands of white hairs spread out from under the hat above her head. The hair was like eating hormones, desperately growing. With just one breath, her body was completely entwined and quickly enveloped.

The white hair continued to grow vigorously, and after another three or five breaths, a huge white ball cocoon had formed. The cocoon spun on its own, then rolled sideways, plunged headlong into the stream, quickly sank in, and was never seen again......

Gone?!

Du Yuan was dumbfounded. He stiffened for a full three minutes, making sure there was no more sound in the cavern. Only then did he get up suddenly, straighten his neck and sweep around.

It's gone.

Good opportunity—he sprang up with a lunge, flew to the bank of the stream, and stepped on the small stone-paved bridge to take a closer look. The water is clear and seems to be deep, but there is nothing else in it. Du Yuan walked downstream along the stream for dozens of meters, but there was still no trace of the white calluses.

No matter what, take the Heavenly Stone first!

He flew under his feet, jumped a few big jumps, went directly to the stone platform, opened the cabinet door under the dresser, took out the coveted large spar, and the other hand did not hesitate to make a move, and suddenly the golden ring burst out, and the stone was thrown into the Qibao Linglong Pagoda in his arms.

Proper drop, success!

Counting the clues found in the Tianchi of Changbai Mountain, this is the second time that I have personally obtained the Tiantian Stone. Well, it finally lives up to Danlao's mission.

Du Yuanzhi was complacent, looked up and glanced at the hundreds of women's skins on the front shelf, and couldn't help but shudder. I have the intention to destroy it, but thinking that Grandma Baifen has not yet been ambushed, it is obviously unwise to startle the snake. If she can't take her life this time, but only destroys the collection, it will be a sin for her old man to recollect it again......

Forget it,-

Du Yuanshi exhibited the "One Leaf Lonely Cloud" method, the smoke was curling, fast and incoherent, and he returned directly to the original road.

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It was night, and dark clouds covered the moon.

However, the small garden in front of the Imperial Pond Garden is as bright as day, and a thousand lanterns decorate the place with thousands of purples and reds. The glamorous palace maids are weaving, shuttling back and forth, serving exquisite wine vessels.

The palace slaves brought in a jar of freshly brewed sake and lined it up along the ground table, so that each guest could take it at will.

There were a lot of guests, and there were no mortals, almost all of them were demons.

This is a feast within the demon clan, drinking wine, but tasting not dishes, but painting skills.

The "Writing Ceremony" officially kicked off.