The villa owner's poisonous magic doctor fairy wife

Chapter 794 Be a Good Toy (3)
If I was being followed, after running for so long, the other party should have seen that I was wandering around on purpose, why didn't I come out?Those two cannibal poisons can be easily fooled at a glance, right?
Could it be that I was just thinking too much, the magic of the misty big hand really had no spiritual support, so it lost its effect at that time, and the two cannibal poisonous flowers actually put me in the back of my mind long ago!
Uncle Xihua thought so comfortingly, a smile naturally appeared on his face, and the fan in his hand flapped happily.It's just that the depths of reason told him not to be happy too quickly, how could things be as optimistic and simple as he thought.

In the laurel grove, the cold moonlight poured down. Uncle Xihua walked slowly, and suddenly he felt the moonlight in front of him dimmed.Puzzled, he raised his eyes and looked forward. The scene he saw made him suddenly stunned, and the folding fan in his hand unconsciously dropped, and it fell on the mopping floor with a slight sound.

The elegance and beauty of the laurel grove, the hazy and cold brilliance of the night and the moon, nothing can compare to this man who suddenly appeared, as if the beauty of this world is condensed between the man's brows, those clear and quiet eyes, Deeper than the night sky.

He was wearing a moon-white robe with wide sleeves, and he was wearing cloud boots, stepping into the mid-empty void.The hem of the robe fluttered in the wind, as if it was woven by moonlight, and the brilliance of the moonlight was enveloping it greedily, making him even more unreal.

"Beautiful, stunning..." Uncle Xihua stared blankly at the man in front of him and muttered to himself.Then his eyes burst into a strong light, and he shouted: "This is the real stunning beauty. Compared with the stunning beauty in the past, it is simply the difference between cloud and mud, the difference between cloud and mud!"

While shouting, a desk, pens, inks, papers and inkstones appeared in front of him, and a brush appeared in his hand. It seemed that he was about to paint.

A gust of wind blew, and the painting tools that had just appeared in front of Uncle Xihua were all turned into dust, and he himself was blown to the ground, with a breath of blood stuffed in his chest, and he almost vomited out.

The pain brought by his chest woke him up completely, and he raised his head to look at Si Ling Guhong again, only to feel that the man in front of him was so enviable and loathing that he, who is also a man, could not help but feel jealous.He is very sensitive to breath. From the time he was stunned to now, he finally felt a sense of familiarity. This sense of familiarity made him know clearly—he must have met this person not long ago.

It's just that if he has seen such a man, he will never forget it, but why did he recognize him in the first place?

"The paper spirit of Liuxian painting tools."

Ah... the stunning beauty even has such a nice voice.

When Uncle Xihua heard Si Ling Guhong's indifferent voice, such thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind, and then his eyes widened sharply in the next moment, the burning eyes instantly cooled down, turning into cautious and calm scruples , still with a glib smile on his mouth: "Beauty, what are you talking about? Why didn't Master Xihua understand?"

Just when Uncle Xihua was having scruples about Si Ling Guhong, his sense of familiarity with Si Ling Guhong became stronger and stronger. This kind of elegant temperament, these quiet and deep eyes, this kind of indifference and ruthlessness make everything in the world look down on him. Why is the tone of voice like nothing so familiar? It seems that I have only heard it not long ago.

At this time, Si Ling Guhong stretched out his hands to Master Xihua, his white palms were more perfect against the backdrop of laurel trees and moonlight, just looking at such hands can make people feel dazzled .

It's just that the pain these hands bring to Uncle Xihua is definitely heavier than the confusion.

Si Ling Guhong's palm did not touch Uncle Xihua, but Uncle Xihua felt that something had changed in the air around him, which made him more and more uneasy. When he wanted to escape, Si Ling Guhong in front of him Hong's hands were drawn unhurriedly, while Uncle Xihua was pinched again by an invisible big hand.

Such familiar pain and moves made Xihua's memory instantly clearer, she stared at Si Ling Guhong in disbelief, and shouted: "Master, I remembered, you are, you are such a beautiful woman! So that's it!" , So that’s the case, you guys have used illusion to exchange identities, no wonder I always feel that something is wrong, so it’s so, so it’s so!” The pain from the bone once again stopped Master Xihua’s exclamation, and he had to Begging for mercy: "Wait, wait! It's not easy to find a good skeleton! Please don't pinch it, sir. If you have something to say, say it well!"

His words did not cause any change in Si Ling Guhong's strength, and Si Ling Guhong said, "Do you want to live?"

"Think, think, think!" After thinking three times in a row, Uncle Xihua's face was full of depression and pain. He felt that Si Ling Guhong really had a way to kill him, since he just said his identity in one sentence. It is enough to prove it.

Who the hell is this person? How could he know so much? How bad luck did he have to bump into their heads?

wrong!

Uncle Xihua stared at Si Ling Guhong's face with wide eyes again, and then revealed a look of sudden realization.He finally remembered that this person was not only the temperamental beauty who trapped him in the bathroom to suffer, but also the beauty drawn by Bi Ling himself!
Once I remembered a little bit, the next memory seemed to be surging like a tide.

Uncle Xihua understands why he didn't recognize Si Ling Guhong's identity in the first place. The only blame is that the scenery here is very good. The peerless beauty of Si Ling Guhong is much more shocking than the portrait, which makes people unbearable I stopped thinking about it, and couldn't think of where else to go.

Si Ling Guhong looked at Uncle Xihua's ever-changing expression, and his eyes were clearly aimed at him, but there was no trace of Uncle Xihua in his pupils, which were as clear and quiet as the pool of night.

"Hand over Liu Xian's painting heart and map fragments," he said.

Uncle Xihua is still lamenting the difference between Siling Guhong's treatment of others and Tang Niannian. Thinking about the way he saw Siling Guhong's love and eyes for Tang Niannian yesterday, and the way he looks at himself now, the contrast between the two is really amazing. too big.

Suddenly hearing these words from Si Ling Guhong, all the thoughts in his mind were instantly shattered, and he blurted out: "How is it possible!"

(End of this chapter)