Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 276 The prey took the bait, but the werewolf
"Holly, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Come, show me your big baby!"

An Yan held half of the wall with one hand and leaned against it. The smile on his face had a Jerrije-like feeling, and the content of his words couldn't help but make people think more.

Just after escaping from the wolf's den, he turned around and entered the tiger's den again.

You can escape Hu Ming, but you can't escape An Yan.

Xia Dongqing's originally obsessed brain was slightly clear. She subconsciously hugged the scroll tightly and put on an ugly smile: "An Yan, what are you doing? What nonsense are you talking about at night?"

"I've been busy all night and am a little tired. I want to go back to my room to rest."

An Yan straightened up, stretched out his hand and pressed forward step by step: "Dongqing, listen to my advice, you can't control this painting, let me do it."

Having shed his mortal body long ago, he could clearly see that Dongqing's eyes were covered by a layer of faint pink demonic energy, confusing her mind and arousing desire.

This is also the reason why Xia Dongqing's temperament changed drastically just now, because what he saw and heard was not reality.

"This painting is mine, I won't let anyone take it away!"

There was a big question mark on Xia Dongqing's face.

An Yan Jiejie smiled, then don't blame him for imitating the old monk Fa Hai.

After Dongqing returned to the room, An Yan looked at the scroll in his hand, and an alluring fragrance emanated from it. If he hadn't known what the fragrance was made from, he would have really couldn't help but take a few puffs.

On the way to his magic power, he has the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Zhengfa, and on the way to his body, he has the evil energy attached to the magic eyes to refine his body. The only thing that troubles him is his soul.

Pressed step by step, Xia Dongqing had retreated to the back of the door. With no way to retreat, he immediately wanted to turn around and open the door to escape.

An Yan stretched out his hand and waved.

"Here you go, take it away quickly!"

"Literally." An Yan replied casually, and seeing Dongqing's tired look, he added, "You should go to bed early tonight, have a good sleep, and replenish your energy and you will be fine."

"Don't worry, we don't know who will suck who."

"You, you, are really obsessed with ghosts."

Xia Dongqing, who originally wanted to rush back to the convenience store, felt sleepy after hearing this, yawned, and then gave up the idea of ​​going back to the store to continue working.

Xia Dongqing shook his head, lowered his head and saw the scroll he was holding tightly, and all the memories of being in the convenience store just now came back to him.

monster! I want you to help me practice!
As we all know, everyone who has practiced immortality knows it.

Under the pure power of thunder, the demonic aura permeating the scroll was instantly broken.

The body, mana, and soul must reach a state of perfect balance.

An Yan caught the scroll thrown over and smiled meaningfully.

"painting?"

No wonder even Holly accidentally caught this painting.

"An Yan, do you also want to take away my paintings? Don't even think about it!"

Thunder breaks the devil!

Xia Dongqing rubbed her temples with her hands. She heard the footsteps behind her and turned around to see An Yan approaching, "An Yan, what's wrong with me?"

Anyway, Mr. Zhao Li didn't have the money to pay him a salary. It didn't matter if the grandson stayed here for one night. The most important thing was to save his own life.

Xia Dongqing threw the ominous picture to An Yan like a hot potato in her hand.

Thinking of the tragic situation of classmate Wang Xiaoya, he subconsciously said: "An Yan, be careful, this painting will suck people's energy."

"what!"

For a moment, Xia Dongqing, who was about to run away, was stunned, her eyes were blank, and her hand holding the door handle stopped, as if she was wondering, shouldn't she be working the night shift in a convenience store?
Also, I feel dizzy. What's going on?

"Why don't you wake up soon?"

"Go."

If you want to break through the realm of the Golden Immortal, you must gather the three flowers at the top, move the five Qi towards the Yuan, and reach the realm of Hunyuan without leakage. Only then can you achieve the realm of the Immortal Golden Immortal.

"I'm obsessed with ghosts. Give me the painting."

"What do you mean?"

However, this fragrance is not an ordinary fragrance. The fragrance penetrates through the skin and contaminates people's consciousness.

The three flowers are the three flowers of essence, energy and spirit.

Although he has a proficiency panel, he still has to prepare and grasp with both hands.

Xia Dongqing, who knew An Yan was powerful, was uncharacteristically rebellious and shouted sternly.

At this moment, he still didn't understand that it was the painting that was causing trouble!

Unfortunately, when I met him, I could only say that this painting was in bad luck.

Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "I'll leave the painting to you. I'll go to bed first."

"I will confiscate this painting. It is a very dangerous thing."

Seeing that the person was about to run away, An Yan also gave up his thoughts of playing around, his eyes widened in anger, and his voice was like thunder rolling down on Dongqing's ears.

If the proficiency panel is not powerful by then, wouldn't he have wasted so much time?
As for replenishing soul power, as a disciple of Maoshan, he couldn't go on a killing spree like an evil cultivator and directly plunder souls.

If he dared to do that, he probably wouldn't have to wait for heaven to harvest him, and his ancestor, who had high hopes for him, would be the first to spare him.

Therefore, the appearance of the scroll is very timely.

Yang Yuhuan is now a soul body, and she is still at the level of a thousand-year-old demon. If she can absorb the power of her soul, she can not only do justice for heaven, punish evil and eradicate evil, but also meet the needs of cultivation.

It’s like killing two birds with one stone!

An Yan, who couldn't wait any longer, immediately returned to the room and carefully unfolded the scroll and spread it out on the big bed.

Over the course of thousands of years, the corners of the scroll have become somewhat damaged. Apparently, some capable strangers saw through the true nature of the scroll and wanted to burn it with fire.

Unfortunately, I still couldn't resist the temptation of the scroll.

In the scroll, there are beautiful buildings and jade buildings. If you look closely, you can see a woman in imperial attire dressing up. There is also a poem written by Li Bai in Qingping tone on the side of the scroll.

This is the famous night makeup picture of Concubine Yang.

Ok?
Why haven't you come to seduce me?

I am easily seduced by beauty.

Seeing that the painting hadn't pulled him in yet, An Yan touched his chin in confusion.

There's no reason. For a handsome guy like me, why don't you want me to pay you back?
On the scroll, the palace glowed with golden light, and the portrait suddenly became lifelike.

An Yan felt a suction coming from the scroll.

He just said, it didn't make sense, it turned out that he was playing a hard-to-get game.

Hehe, it's just flirting, right? I like it so much.

An Yan smiled coquettishly and didn't make any resistance, letting him pull his soul in.

Otherwise, he was afraid that if he tried too hard, he wouldn't be able to play anymore.

In the antique palace, the fragrance is overflowing, and the pleasant sound of the piano is lingering in the ears, accompanied by the sad and gentle voice of the woman, which seems to be telling the cold desolation of the autumn locked deep in the lonely sycamore courtyard.

An Yan gradually woke up and found that he was already in the world in the painting, inside the palace.

In front of him is a small square table with fruits and exquisite snacks placed on it.

In front of her was a beautiful woman dancing gracefully, with her breasts half exposed and her skirt flying. She was dancing in colorful feathers, and her figure was very graceful and charming.

Wonderful! Wonderful!
An Yan's eyes were staring straight at him and his mouth was watering.

I didn't expect that the drinks, fruits and snacks were actually condensed with soul power. This is too generous.

But when I think about the fact that this scroll was originally used to seal Yang Yuhuan, it is naturally impossible for Yang Yuhuan to have the opportunity to absorb the Yin energy from outside to practice.

Therefore, Yang Yuhuan could only use the power of his soul to create fruits, vegetables, and ghost servants for his own use to confuse outsiders.

I guess Yang Yuhuan didn't expect that there would be men who were not attracted to her when she came in, but who were still interested in eating.

Yang Yuhuan, who was dancing gracefully, could not help but twitch her eyelids when she saw the man sitting carelessly with a lychee in one hand and snacks in the other.

Why doesn't this guy play by the rules?
Am I not beautiful? Or am I not sexy enough?

"Okay, okay, you dance really well." "Nothing to do today, just listen to the music."

A mouthful of snacks was put into his mouth, and it immediately turned into a warm current that nourished his soul. An Yan smacked his lips, with a look of endless aftertaste. He immediately grabbed the wine bottle and took a swig, and laughed while lying on the soft couch.

A sip of soul energy is a good thing that cannot be found even with a lantern.

Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw the food and drinks transformed from the power of his soul being eaten by his own food.

asshole!

She herself is not willing to be so luxurious!
For a moment, she was so angry that she couldn't help but pause, and the music disappeared.

"Why did you stop? Keep dancing!"

"Come on, let's play music and dance."

An Yan swallowed the sweet and sour lychee in one gulp, raised the flask high and took a long sip. When he saw Concubine Yang looking at him with a sad face, she stopped dancing and stopped playing the piano. How could this be possible?

He had just experienced this kind of emperor-like enjoyment.

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Yang Yuhuan was speechless. What did this guy think of himself? A magician?
When she thought that if she continued like this, she would have to wear all the dirty clothes, so she simply stopped doing any prelude to flirting and went straight to the topic.

She asked the other party to return all the food she had eaten.

So, she put on a charming smile and said with charming eyes: "Sanlang, it's night, let's take a rest early."

"My little beauty, why are you so anxious? Are you still afraid that I will run away during the long night?"

"Quickly, keep playing music and keep dancing. I haven't enjoyed it enough yet. Also, please bring more drinks, fruits and snacks. It's not enough."

"Where are the maids who are waiting for us? Come quickly, two, no, I want five!"

An Yan really treated himself like an emperor and yelled and shouted. In ancient times, he was definitely a coward.

That shameless face made Yang Yuhuan so angry that the mountains were about to burst into tears. His face was ashen and he said: "Sanlang, do you think I am a trickster in the Goulan Village?"

Don't get me wrong, the word "gi" here does not refer to "prostitute". The term "gi" here refers more to artists who are proficient in music, dance and singing, rather than the prostitutes who can do everything in a brothel.

An Yan was very talented in acting, so he naturally assumed the role of the emperor. He said with a smile: "My dear concubine, this is wrong."

"I see, you must dance today's dance."

When Yang Yuhuan saw An Yan's eyes, they were so bright that her heart trembled with fear and her soul was shaken. She screamed in fright and fell to the ground.

The delicate and charming face was so pitiful that it made An Yan's heart break.

He quickly got up and trotted over to help Yang Yuhuan up, checking her hands up and down, "My beloved concubine, are you okay?"

Feeling the big hands making trouble on her body, Yang Yuhuan buried her head in An Yan's arms, with a trace of contempt on her lips.

Ah! man!

But soon she stopped her contemptuous smile and put on a delicate and pitiful look. She put her hands around An Yan's neck, leaned her head and blew the fragrance into her ear softly and said softly: "Sanlang, I am Siluo, only Sanlang can be entrusted to me."

"The night is short, let's get some rest early."

"inappropriate!"

"My beloved, the night is long and we are not in a hurry."

Who would have thought that the man who clearly looked like a pervert would be very uncooperative.

This made Yang Yuhuan so angry that her breasts hurt, what an idiot.

An Yan saw through at a glance that Yang Yuhuan wanted to use a beauty trap on her, and smiled coldly in his heart, thinking he could seduce him in this way?
Ah! woman!

"I think it's better to follow what I just said."

"What do you think?"

It's sizzling!

The feeling of small electric current flowing through the body made Yang Yuhuan tremble all over. She panted and looked at An Yan with fear in her eyes.

The prey took the bait, but the werewolf.

This guy must be seriously ill!

To show off that he is a pervert, he insists on imitating some literati, pretending to be elegant, and also plays music and dances, why not just be more direct?
In this way, everyone is comfortable.

"Huh? Is my concubine unwilling?"

An Yan narrowed his eyes, and a sea of ​​thunder appeared in his eyes, which was so breathtaking.

This lunatic can't be beaten again and again, he's lustful but not impatient.

Yang Yuhuan was afraid of such a lunatic, so he had no choice but to compromise and said: "I, my concubine, will obey Sanlang's arrangements."

"Haha, this is my good concubine."

"Remember, I want five maids."

An Yan pulled out his hand and patted Yang Yuhuan's shoulder with satisfaction, not forgetting to wave his five fingers.

"I see!"

Yang Yuhuan almost said it through gritted teeth. She decided that dogs and psychopaths would not be allowed here in the future.

This time, treat it as a dog bite.

Anyway, in the end she will get it back with profit.

After all, this lunatic is still a handsome guy.

Thinking of this, she reluctantly convinced herself.

Soon, figures in the palace danced again and the sound of the piano played.

An Yan rested his head on the maid's smooth thighs, while another person was massaging his feet. The two of them held big sunflower fans behind them and gently fanned the fragrance, while another person helped peel lychees and served drinks.

In the front is the famous Concubine Yang performing a dance for herself, dancing the famous colorful dress and feather dance of the Tang Dynasty.

This life is wonderful.

After catching a ghost for so long, it’s time to enjoy it.

The next day, evening.

"call!"

"I haven't had such a comfortable sleep in a long time."

In the next room, Xia Dongqing, who had slept all night and day, finally woke up and stretched out. She felt refreshed and no longer looked like she had kidney deficiency last night.

After leaving the room, Xia Dongqing realized that An Yan's door was still closed. Without thinking much, she turned around and went to wash up.

Thinking that if An Yan hadn't reminded him last night, he would have been obsessed with ghosts, and he felt grateful for a moment.

What he didn't know was that although he would be obsessed with ghosts and consume some of his descendants, he would be able to have a sweet kiss with Concubine Yang, and nothing would happen in the end.

If he found out, I don't know if he would regret it.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

After Xia Dongqing washed up, she made some bread and then hurried back to work.

However, not long after arriving at the store, he saw the menacing Wang Xiaoya coming in.

"Hurry up and tell me the truth, tell me!"

"Are you Xia Dongqing, or some kind of monster?"

Wang Xiaoya thought about what happened last night and said very vigilantly.

Xia Dongqing was startled by Wang Xiaoya's actions and said angrily: "You are a monster, what have you been thinking about all day?"

"Eh!"

"Is it normal again?"

Wang Xiaoya, who was scolded, was not angry, but looked very happy.

This made Xia Dongqing shake his head.

Are you not a masochist?
(End of this chapter)