Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 133 Xianniang's past, Yan Qiao breaks the game
"He's here." Xianniang smiled strangely.

As soon as these words came, a man in a long gown came over, and he said politely, "Miss Xian, my lady is here to invite you, and please move Miss Xian."

The people from the embroidery room rushed over in a hurry, "Ms. Xian, we didn't stop this."

Xianniang said calmly, "I want to see what you are going to do."

Yan Qiao took control and put down the embroidery shed calmly, "Who is your lady?"

The man was taken aback, "You don't know my lady?"

The corner of Yan Qiao's mouth curled up into a smile, which made Xianniang's originally soft and graceful face a little colder, "Xianniang is only a first-class embroiderer, and she only cares about embroidery. Why do you want to know who your lady is?"

Now, everyone in the embroidering room behind him was also stunned. Seeing this, the man quickly raised his voice, "Little embroiderer of the first rank, the lady wants to see you to save face, and I won't allow you to refuse."

"Oh, then you can kill me." She said flatly.

Xianniang herself was shocked, her tone was a little anxious, "Yan Qiao, what do you mean!"

Yan Qiao's tone was somewhat indifferent, "You didn't tell me to follow your experience."

Xianniang gritted her teeth slightly, "You really think I can't do anything."

She directly adjusted the time. This time, it was Xianniang in a wedding dress sitting in a sedan chair, and the sound of gongs and drums came from outside.

Yan Qiao stretched out her hand and touched the tear stains on her cheeks. Xianniang's voice rang in her ears, "Tell me, in this world, weak women are easy to be bullied."

"Xianniang, what do you hate?" Yan Qiao asked softly.

Xianniang was stunned, "Of course I hate them all, hate those pious monks, hate these ignorant idiots."

She lifted the hijab, "Then kill them all."

Xianniang didn't know why, but saw Yan Qiao directly open the sedan door, "Where are you going?"

The sedan chair stopped suddenly, and then there was a panicked voice, "Didn't I tell you that you can't take off the hijab until you get there."

A man in Taoist robes came over, his tone was rather exasperated.

A smile curled up on Yan Qiao's lips, "I want to open it."

The monk's face turned hard, "If Miss Xian is so anxious to die, then don't blame me for being rude." After he finished speaking, a yellow flag appeared in his hand and covered his head towards Yan Qiao.

When Xianniang saw the yellow flag, she suddenly hated her, "Cultivators, you deserve to die!"

But Yan Qiao grabbed the yellow banner with his hand and snatched it away with all his strength, "Wan Guiban, it's really a good thing."

She raised her head and smiled, "Want to go back?" The next second she kicked the Taoist priest, only to hear the sedan chair slam on the ground, and the Taoist priest flew far away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Qiao stepped out of the sedan chair, looked at the panic-stricken group of people, and gently stroked the hairpin in her hair, "Aren't you going to marry me off, one or two are so scared."

Xianniang said softly, "What are you doing?"

Yan Qiao played with the yellow flag in her hand, "Isn't it obvious, of course it was a murder." Her red lips parted slightly.

She slowly walked over to the limp Xi Niang, "Auntie, what are you afraid of? Didn't you find this good marriage for me?"

She kicked Xi Niang's leg, "However, I think you are more suitable, what do you think?"

"No, no, Miss Xian, I lost my mind and went crazy..."

She looked at Yan Qiao in horror, and felt that she looked like a ghost in her current appearance.

"But I don't want to be a bride now," she rolled her eyes, "Why don't you come?"

Then he clapped his hands, "Come over and help him in."

"Why do you have cultivation?" Xianniang didn't understand why.

"Cultivation? No, I entered your illusion, and naturally I used your hostility." She watched Xi Niang being helped onto the sedan chair with cold eyes, "You can't see through yourself, so toss as much as you want, and you will be able to see through it yourself." How come you are the ghost king."

Her tone was casual, "Anyway, whether it's Qingxi Village or that monk, didn't they all die at the hands of you who became a ghost?"

"Hahahahaha, they deserve it!" Her eyes were red, "They listened to that monk's words and found me who had no father or mother to be buried alive, just to keep Qingxi Village in good order."

With a wave of her hand, everything in front of her was wiped out, and Xianniang's eyes were bloodshot, "I was nailed alive in a coffin, how could I not hate it."

"You hate it, so you killed the people in Qingxi Village and this cultivator, and there was no more movement, Niang Xian, what do you want?" Yan Qiao walked to the side of the stone and sat down.

Xianniang was silent, and she heard Yan Qiao continue to speak, "It's not all because of the people behind you that you brought me here, you want to leave here, to be precise, you want to enter reincarnation, but ghosts need to be obsessed with reincarnation, and But you don't know what your obsession is, so you cultivate yourself into a ghost king day after day."

She said and looked at Xianniang, "After becoming a ghost queen, your heart will become more and more at a loss, thus completely losing the chance of reincarnation."

The blood in Xianniang's eyes slowly faded, and she regained her original elegance and gracefulness, "I am now the King of Ghosts, and the heavens and the earth let me do as I please, so I can have no obsessions."

"If you don't have obsession, how can you repeat the past memory again and again." She sighed, "I can't stop cutting it, I can't forget it, the hatred is too deep, Xianniang, if you hate it, then toss them, Why can't you think about hurting yourself?"

She got up and came in front of Xianniang, "Repeating again and again, the one who hurts the most is actually yourself."

Xianniang lowered her head, "I just don't want to forget this hatred, this memory, I want to remember it forever!"

She raised her head, "You won't understand."

Yan Qiao shook her head, "I really don't understand, but I understand that if anyone hurts me, they will pay back a thousand times a hundred times."

She approached Xianniang, "Haven't you ever thought that the real culprit is still alive after you have been promoted step by step to become the King of Ghosts?"

Xianniang's pupils shrank, she stared at Yan Qiao, "What do you mean?"

Yan Qiao chuckled, "I just think it's all too coincidental. I'm going to bury you alive in a marriage for no reason. It just so happens that this place is also a place where Yin gathers. It's an incredible coincidence that there is no conspiracy."

Xianniang's complexion fluctuated, "Do you think I will let go of my hatred and surrender to the Xuan Society by saying this?"

Yan Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why do you think so?" She seemed innocently surprised, "You are a ghost, what do I want you to do when I ask you to return to Xuanxuan?"

Seeing her like this, Xianniang was immediately angry at her self-indulgence, "Yan Qiao, don't think that I dare not kill you."

"Unfortunately, you can't beat me." She smiled slightly, "I came here only because you are today's hexagram master. After all, my hexagrams never go empty."

Xianniang pursed her lips, "I don't have any more needs, you can go..."

(End of this chapter)