Nirvana is alluring, nine thousand years old, please respect yourself

Chapter 369 Fen He Still Has This Past Event

Poor Prince Ji, in front of his wife, was completely powerless to fight back, and changed his appearance in a short while.

"You guys... that's enough..." The strange man spoke, his voice didn't sound like his own anymore, causing Ji Li to clear his throat.

But I saw Lian Qingcheng and Gu Hanxun discussing...

"It's not good, it's not bad, the prepared soup can change the voice, but it doesn't last long."

"Han Xun, have you found out that this disguise technique is good? I will learn it some other day."

Although the two people's words were not on the same issue, they both tacitly ignored Ji Li's words.

Ji Li was a little annoyed, and was about to tear off the disguise on his face, but Lian Qingcheng looked at him and coughed lightly, the mighty and extraordinary Prince Ji was instantly wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

It was the first time Lian Qingcheng stepped into the door of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion after coming to the City of Rebirth for so long.

This place is simply a man's paradise, all of those beauties are wearing clothes made of a few strands of cloth, and the forks are also opened high, straight to the thighs.

Lian Qingcheng even wondered if people in Wangsheng City like this kind of thing?Going up to the palace behind the ancient courtyard, down to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion of Fenhe, all of them are sensual and sensual.

When Fen He heard that Lian Qingcheng had arrived, she brought a few people with her, and hurried out to meet her.

She didn't dare to let Lian Qingcheng and his group stay in the front yard of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, but the backyard was much more elegant, so Fen He took Lian Qingcheng and others to the pavilion in the backyard within a few steps.

"The Holy Maiden is here, I'm not far away to welcome you." Fen He spoke politely, imitating Lian Qingcheng, and made a pot of good tea.

Lian Qingcheng only pushed the teacup towards the center of the table, "Fen He, look who I brought today?"

It was only then that Fen He noticed the person sitting beside him with the brim of the hat covered very low.

When the bamboo hat was lifted, Fen He was stunned, "You...you!"

"Who am I?" Ji Li was not used to speaking in an unfamiliar voice, and cleared his throat uncomfortably after speaking.

Fen He looked at Lian Qingcheng in astonishment, "Isn't he already dead? Why did he appear here?"

Holding tea, Lian Qingcheng watched the people coming in and out from afar, and felt that it would be better to open up and say something, the sun was shining outside, and he could go to bask in the sun after work, so he asked straight to the point: "Is it right?" Look familiar? Did you remember anything?"

Fen He's face darkened, "Does the saint know something?"

"I'm not going around with you either. Does Old Man Shui Chan's son look like this? Also, you and his son seem to be more than just romantic affairs. Besides, his son can leave the City of Life and die in the end. Is it thanks to you? The matter between you and old man Shui Chan is not as everyone knows, because old man Shui Chan is ungrateful and grudges, Fen He, you are hiding so many things from me, and you still want me to cooperate with you?" Lian Qingcheng is ready to start her nonsense.

But no matter how much nonsense they talk about, Lian Qingcheng guessed [-]% or [-]% or [-]% of it, otherwise how could Fen He have a pale face and cold sweat on his forehead?
"You want to die and you want to live, we all know and understand. To tell the truth, we all have a better life. If you hide something, I am afraid that Da Luo Jinxian will not be able to save your life." Lian Qingcheng took out the blood beads given by the old man Shui Chan from his sleeve. , shaking in front of Fen He, said: "I'm afraid you know better than us what this thing is for, Fen He, what do you want me to trust you with?"

Fen He's face was full of shock, Fen He and Old Man Shui Chan tacitly chose not to mention those things, but now Lian Qingcheng knew about them, and after only a trip to the Blood Hall, Old Man Shui Chan had no idea what Lian Qingcheng was talking about. Qingcheng has said so much, it seems that he has taken the weight and made up his mind.

"Saint, are you defrauding me?" Fen He was half-doubting, struggling for the last time.

Lian Qingcheng had an indifferent expression on his face, flicked his ears, and then said casually: "Anyway, people are going to die, and it doesn't matter to me whoever dies, but I'm just worried about being lonely, and I want to find someone Just stay with me."

Fen He was startled in her heart, she said lightly, it doesn't matter who dies, who wants to die?Even her, Lian Qingcheng, is in a situation where every day should not be done, and the land is not working, and she is struggling to do something, not to mention that they are people who were accidentally involved.

"Old Shui Chan's son is a little bit like me... no, back then I fell in love with him, and he was the one who was most likely to take over the Blood Hall, but no one would have thought that Old Man Shui Chan loved his son so much. To be the top leader of the Xuetang, he actually slapped his own son cruelly. It is true that Old Man Shui Chan's son died in the hands of Prince Ji, but the culprit was Old Man Shui Chan." Fen He answered seriously and seriously. road.

While listening, Lian Qingcheng picked up the teapot to fill himself up, and then said to Fen He with a smile: "Then Miss Fen He, can you do me a favor?"

Fen He knows that Lian Qingcheng's help is definitely not that easy to help, especially after seeing Lian Qingcheng's meaningful smile.

only……

"Do I still have the right to refuse..." Fen He smiled wryly, "If there is anything the Holy Maiden needs Fen He, please tell me."

Lian Qingcheng is well aware of the principle of hitting a snake and hitting seven inches, so he hit the nail on the head, "You should still have the things of that short-lived lover here. I need them, and it's better to have something close to the body."

Fen He beckoned, and a maid came over, and then she whispered to the maid, and after a while, the maid brought a few things.

Jewelry agate is rare, but embroidery is the most common.

"These... are all his."

Lian Qingcheng picked up the embroidery, took a look at it and threw it on the table again, because although the embroidery was beautiful, the embroidery threads were not ordinary, they were all soaked in blood.

"Hehe," Lian Qingcheng laughed, "It's impossible to think that he still has this habit. Well, since you have told me what I want to know, then I will leave first."

After Lian Qingcheng left, Fenhe exhaled heavily. If there was someone she didn't want to see now, Lian Qingcheng might bear the brunt of it.

That night, the Xuetang was not peaceful. Some people said that the Xuetang was haunted by ghosts, some embroidery appeared inexplicably in some places, and some people said that they saw a man wearing Xuetang costumes, wandering in the main hall.

Wangsheng City is a small place, and no gossip can escape the next day, so early in the morning, someone knocked on the door of Lian Qingcheng's courtyard.

It's a pity that the flowers and plants planted by Lian Qingcheng were trampled to pieces before they grew long.

There were so many people who came, Lian Qingcheng's little atom couldn't stay, and there were many people standing outside.

They were ordinary people, begging for asylum.

"The blood hall is haunted by ghosts, we ask the saint to bless you..."

(End of this chapter)